The Alpha’s Exclusive Stripper by Selena Madrid
Chapter 1 (Priscilla)
“RULE number one: no matter who or what you see, once you are on stage, you cannot run unless your performance is over. Do your job. Even if this whole club collapses right in front of your eyes, stay on the stage and just dance.”
After two years and a half, I’d come to understand why that became Spencer’s ultimate rule for the dancers inside Oblivion, the club he managed and owned. I’d
heard gunshots from outside followed by screams and curses.
This was not the first time it happened although it was the first time the commotion had lasted this long. Normally, the strict security personnel could h*andle the problem in less than five minutes. It has been over ten minutes now.
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But the instant I heard roars and howls, I understood why the security was having a difficult time.
All of a sudden, there were big, brown wolves who rushed inside as if they were being chased by demons. The glass doors were shattered.
While I was waiting for my turn to perform, two of the dancers, the newcomers, who were on stage had instantly forgotten rule number one when the wolves growled. I witnessed how color got drained from their faces.
They stopped and after they’d recovered from the initial shock, they jumped down, screaming as the wild music went on. They showed the rest of us why it was dangerous to run away and why the stage was said to be safer than any part of this club at times like this.
The wolves followed the women and lunged at them. I steeled myself when I saw how blood splattered on the floor, how their screams were swallowed by the huge beasts whose paws dug in their small frames.
The human patrons were quietly and swiftly escorted to a safe room while the rest of the clients didn’t even blink as the chaos unfolded in front of them. They remained seated as they drank nonchalantly.
After all, Oblivion caters to the needs of a wide variety of male patrons. From humans to vampires, mages, and werewolves. Name it, Oblivion has it. Although not all humans or supernatural beings could simply enter the club. Only the most influential beings were given access.
Money, influence, and connection were all that mattered to Spencer. If they didn’t possess fat bank accounts and didn’t have high social rankings, they wouldn’t be allowed entry. Recently, most of the customers were the wolves who were yet to meet their mate.
And tonight, these customers knew better than to mess with the others they called ‘rogues’ who had been marked judging by the ‘X’ on their left l*eg, a proof that there was already a pack who was targeting them. The X was engraved using a dagger.
I’d been told that it was a rule never to interfere with the others’ targets.
Not to mention that there was only one alpha in the whole world who marked his enemies that way: the crown prince Trevor Rodrigo. And nobody, not even the other supernatural beings, messes with the Rodrigos, especially with the cold-blooded crown prince.
The clients just threw a glance at the women with their ruthless eyes.
One of them whispered, “You’ve been warned. That’s what you get from not listening.”
Even the other dancers stood still behind me, unable to do anything.
“How come you are so unfazed by all of this, Audrey?” Chloe, one of the dancers, asked me, while crying her heart out. “Those women are like our sisters!”
Unfazed? Me? If she only knew. That was the last word I’d use to describe myself.
“They won’t die, Chloe,” I said instead.
She hiccupped. “What?”
“That’s Spencer’s rule number two. No killing inside Oblivion.” There was no use telling her how fear had spiraled throughout my b*ody as soon as I saw the rogues. “The clients knew that.”
“The rogues didn’t!”
“It doesn’t matter. The crown princes’ pack members are aware of the rule. They are patrons here.” I brushed her tears away and in a calm voice, I added, “You will be performing after me. Stop crying. The clients don’t find waterworks entertaining, Chloe. Do something about that or they will lose interest in you. Is that what you want?”
Chloe shook her head. She was a monster up on the stage but right now, she was like a helpless little girl despite her heavy make-up, fish-net costume, and boots.
“Then fix yourself. You still have time. Come on, do it.”
She grabbed her make-up kit and ran to the restroom.
If I could run, I would have done that, too, not to the restroom, but to the farthest place from Oblivion. Unlike Chloe and the rest of the dancers, I was not here by choice.
The music changed at exactly twelve midnight which meant that it was now my turn to present myself in front of the predators out there. I could hear them grumbling, some were impatiently tapping their f*ingers on the table.
The dancers flinched but they still made sure to give their sweetest smiles to the audience. They bowed and climbed down to entertain the human clients on the second floor while I took a deep breath and switched over into Audrey, my evening persona. I tossed my jacket on the steel chair and stepped out of the backstage in a little red dress and red stilettos.
This was my third and last show for tonight.
Once again, I found myself face to face with the strangers who looked at me like I was their meal. L*ust flickered in their eyes as they ran their heated gaze up and down my b*ody.
I saw a satisfied gleam flashed in their eyes when they uttered, “Audrey “
I put on a smile and began to sway my h*ips to the s*ensual beat. Inside my head, the countdown started. If the rogues wouldn’t be stopped within three minutes, Spencer’s second rule would be broken. I couldn’t see him but I knew he was around. He was watching from wherever he was. I could feel his simmering anger.
And if the wolves wouldn’t get their act together, there would be a disaster.
I was only ten seconds away from the three-minute countdown when Maverick Spencer showed himself in one corner of the club. He was smiling but I knew what that smile meant and I was aware of the danger lying underneath it.
Five seconds left. Four, three… this was going to be nasty. Two…
But just when the countdown was about to be over, the noisy crowd had become quiet when a man wearing a dark, tailored suit entered the club. The wolves all stood to greet him while I pretended as if I didn’t know who he was.
Trevor Rodrigo was a definition of sin and temptation which made him very dangerous. He was oozing with raw masculinity as he walked inside the club as if he was the one who owned it. His pack walked behind him.
I’d only seen him once from afar many years ago but I would never forget that square jaw and those piercing blue eyes.
Trevor’s warriors dragged the rogues outside. Not long after and I caught a whiff of blood in the air, more blood, which only meant one thing. The rogues were dead. The medics rushed to the dancers and brought them to a separate room. They were injured but they were still breathing. That was still a good thing.
All of those took place as Trevor casually sat on the table near the entrance while the rest of the wolves were beginning to show discomfort. He hadn’t acknowledged their greetings yet that’s why they couldn’t go back to their seats to watch the show. Fortunately, I didn’t have to see the arousal in their faces since they couldn’t look in my direction yet.
Trevor didn’t throw a single glance to his subordinates. His hot gaze remained on me while I ran my h*ands over my b*reasts. My c*hest pounded. There was a wide distance between us but the second his eyes bore into mine; he made me feel like we were only centimeters apart.
It was as if the alpha was so close that I could almost feel his intense gaze on my face. When his eyes dropped on my b*ody, my stomach twisted.
Trevor Rodrigo looked powerful and magnetic but that was not the only reason why I felt a shiver roll down my spine. It was the hunger I saw in his eyes as he looked at me as if he wanted to swallow me whole. I’d seen that look countless times before and I’d never been affected by it.
Until tonight.
His gaze made me arch my back and to my surprise, the tips of my b*reasts t*ightened painfully. After a while, I heard my name come out from the alpha’s l*ips.
“Audrey.”
I shuddered.
Trevor’s rich and velvety voice resonated deep in my bones. I almost stopped moving when I felt like there was this sudden force that threatened to consume
me. I’d almost broken rule number one and the dangerous sparkle in the alpha’s eyes showed me that he was aware of the effect he had on me, especially on my b*ody.
The instant Trevor uttered my name, even if it was nothing but a stage name, I could swear I heard warning bells ring in my head. It was his first time here. How did he know me already?
My omega instinct screamed at me at full blast, saying, ‘Run, now, Priscilla. Run!’
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