The Alpha’s Exclusive Stripper by Selena Madrid
Chapter 13
A THOUSAND emotions crashed through me all at once as Mariz’s intelligent eyes remained locked on me. My palms started to sweat. While I was sleeping at the hospital, I was sure that Trevor had already run a background check on me. All of my customers did. And I know they found nothing out of the ordinary. Spencer had made sure of that.
My background was squeaky clean. For them, I was a human who was adopted by Addison Wilson at a young age during one of her medical missions in a particular orphanage.
But the Crimson Moon pack didn’t seem to be buying that lie.
“Who do you think am I, Mariz? I could be a vampire, a mage, a werewolf, or even an alien,” I shot back and laughed bitterly. “That’s the thing with people who have no idea about who they really are. They could be anything.”
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That was partly true. I never heard anything about my mother. I didn’t even know her name. When Mariz didn’t answer, I shrugged my shoulders and added, “Don’t worry. You are not the first person who told me that. But you don’t have to be wary of me. I’m not a vampire or a mage. I won’t be your enemy. I’m not like
you. Spencer had all of his dancers tested before working for him. So… that leaves me with two options. I’m either a human or an alien”
“I’m so-”
“Please don’t say that word.” My throat constricted. The werewolves had done nothing but to hurt me. If I hear one of them apologize to me now, I might shatter. “An apology is the last thing orphans need to hear.”
Mariz reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. There was a satisfied gleam in her eyes when she said, “I was not going to apologize, Priscilla. That word doesn’t exist in our alpha’s vocabulary and it was the same with us. I was going to say that I was so proud you grew up strong.”
“Strong?” I burst out laughing. But even that sounded empty in my ears. “I had to ask for your alpha’s help in the middle of the night to rescue my aunt. He caught me running helplessly from a stalker outside Oblivion. He saw me fall apart on the rooftop when I saw the number of men who died out there targeting me and my aunt. Then he saw me throw up after seeing my stalker’s incredible work of art in my unit.
“Lastly, here I am, in a strange place.” I heaved a deep sigh. “Blurting out all these things to a woman I don’t even know because I have no one else to talk to. Because I feel like my c*hest is going to explode if I don’t say a single thing about this. I’m literally shaking right now by the thought that I’m surrounded by a pack of wolves who can eat me anytime they want to.”
That was all true. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe properly if I wouldn’t let a single word out of my c*hest. I needed to say that at least.
“Oh please. Let’s leave the eating part to the alpha. We all saw how he looked at you. I bet he’s been dying to devour you beneath that calm and tough demeanor of his.”
When it occurred to me that Mariz was referring to something naughty, I glared at her and she laughed. There was a wicked glow in her eyes now.
“See? You are looking at me like that. Trust me, little one, no one has ever done that and live to tell the tale. Normally, Alpha Trevor was the last person on earth whom people would contact in case of an emergency. I’m sure you are aware of his reputation. But you called him knowing that. And so far, you are still alive.”
She grinned. “That just meant you are strong in a unique way, Priscilla. If you weren’t freaking out right now, I would have doubted you. I’ll go get you that alcohol
now. And as for eating you, you can stop fretting about it. We won’t do that. We will rip your enemies for you but know that we could also do the same to you. That is, if you betray the Alpha. But you seem to be a smart girl. You know better than to do that.”
I swallowed before forcing my head to nod. I couldn’t tell her that I had already betrayed her Alpha even before I met him for the first time in Oblivion. I had betrayed the entire kingdom.
I didn’t want to regret it.
It was a betrayal vital for my survival. And I wanted to live. I wanted to survive. After all, the only brave thing I could do for now was just to live.
Mariz’s smile widened. “As long as you know that, then you are safe, Priscilla.”
Mariz left and when she returned, she got me three bottles of wine and a crystal glass before excusing herself. I was told to only ring the bell beside the bed if I ever needed her help.
I stood up and ignored the glass. I only took the booze and sat on the cushion near the window and started drinking. I was always on guard in the club. I hadn’t allowed myself to drink like this before.
Mariz told me to give the booze a taste first before deciding which one to gobble up but I was now on my second bottle. I know that werewolves make their own wine so the name wasn’t familiar to me. But I liked it. I liked how bitter it was. If there was a drink best suited for my life, it would be this one. And I liked how it burned in my throat.
I stared at the moon. Just like before, every time the moon was full, my heart would race as if the moon was calling out to me and every fiber of my being seemed to respond to that call. But tonight, for some reason, the call was louder and more intense.
Something kept ringing in my ears. And that sound seemed to be coming from inside me. I was stunned when I finally identified the sound and realized what it was. A howl. But it was gone too soon that I was not sure if I heard it right.
But after a while, I shook my head. I must be drunk already. There was no way I heard that right. Omegas were born without wolves. Like my father used to say, I was a disgrace. I was nothing but a failed product.
Damn. Why was living so h*ard? Why was everything about my life so complicated?
Why was I even an omega?
I smiled miserably at the thought before my lids became too heavy. I got so distracted that I ended up dropping the bottle. I wanted to pick it up before the liquid ruined the carpet but I was too dizzy to do it.
I didn’t know how long I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, there was now someone sitting in front of me.
I blinked twice until the image of him became clear in my head.
It was Trevor, the man I loathed and envied the most. I couldn’t believe I had quite a lot of reasons to thank him today. The information about me and my aunt, especially the people who led her to an accident, were things which would take me months or even years to uncover.
It was so easy for him to find out the answers to everything. Damn him.
“You’re… here, you lucky son of a b*itch,” I whispered, still drunk.
He raised an eyebrow. “And where else would this lucky son of a b*itch would be?”
“Right.” I nodded. “Of course you’d be here. I know what you’re going to say. But can we start tomorrow?”
“Start what?”
I motioned my h*and and replied, “This whole ownership thing. Can we not do it today and start tomorrow instead? I want to at least savor my freedom until tonight.”
The corners of his m*outh curved up in a predatory smile. “Alright.”
“But can you give me a heads-up on what being owned by you means?” I asked after I went back to sipping my wine.
“It means that whatever you are doing, you will have to stop it and make yourself available for me during my rut.”
Rut. My c*ore throbbed just hearing about it. Alphas and omegas go in a rut or heat phase once a month but Spencer had given me a prescription to avoid the complications of being in heat.
“You will also accompany me on certain occasions,” Trevor added. A dark hunger flared in his eyes. “You will belong to me in every way possible, Priscilla. You will think of no other man but me. You will be with just me. And you will do whatever I ask without questions and hesitation.”
I must really be drunk because the hunger in his eyes was making my b*ody crave for something other than wine. I can’t believe my pulse spiked with anticipation. “Like what?”
“Like lying in bed and spreading your l*egs for me.” Trevor glanced at his wristwatch. “Perfect timing. It’s now past twelve midnight. Your last day of freedom is over which means we can start now, right?” He stole the wine bottle from me and dropped it on the table before he loosened his tie and rose from his seat. “Strip and get on the goddamn bed now, Priscilla.”