As Zach’s unexpected invitation echoed in the air, my mind raced with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Clubbing? It was not something I had ever imagined doing in my life, let alone with the Alpha of the pack!And remembering the intense events of the day, maybe we needed it. Maybe. But there was an undeniable excitement tingling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of experiencing something new, something outside my comfort zone. “Clubbing?” I echoed, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. Zach grinned, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “That is right, Rue. A little celebration is in order, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows a bit. I hesitated, uncertainty flickering in my gaze. Clubbing was not exactly my scene, and the thought of navigating crowded dance floors and blaring music made me feel slightly conscious of it all. But then again, when was the last time I had let loose and embraced the thrill of the unknown? When? I had never even done so, my life b
As we found our way through the pulsating crowd, I could not help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Zach led the way with an easy grace, effortlessly weaving through the people as though he owned the place. His presence commanded attention, drawing curious glances and whispers from the crowd around us. Cassie and Beta Mark followed closely behind, their confidence and charisma adding to the aura of prestige that surrounded our group. I could not help but feel a sense of pride of pride as I walked alongside them, reveling in the attention and admiration directed our way. As we reached another part of the club, a bouncer who was standing in the way stepped away and allowed us to pass. It was certainly the VIP section. Everything looked way more better and expensive. And all the people on this side of the club looked very bougie and important. The music was loud and I could feel each beat in my chest. We reached a table that a waiter escorted us to. He had ke
As the moon painted the orphanage in its silvery glow on the eve of my 18th birthday, fear gripped my heart, causing my throat to get dry. Turning 18th was something huge. If not for everyone, it would be for us who lived in this hellhole that was called an orphanage. This was something that every omega feared, every one of us within these desolate walls. The clock on the wall suddenly made a small sound, signaling that it was now midnight. “Happy birthday to me,” I sang to myself in a depressed tone, tears filling my eyes as I remembered that I did not know anything about my parents. I was only told that they had dropped me off when I was born, at the doorstep of the orphanage, all bloody and slippery. And that was all I knew. I could not and still cannot understand how someone would be able to do that to their child; to a newborn baby that did not do anything wrong! But I guess bad luck and pain had been my best friend from the very beginning. Tears slid from my eyes and fel
I watched the smile deepen on the face of Mother Teresa as I was called to the front of the line, my heart thundering in my chest. There were so many eyes on me and I had never felt so self-conscious. In the shadow of her passive-aggressive demeanor, a conversation unfolded. She feigned sweetness, saying, “Rue, dear, aren’t you looking stunning in that uniform? A perfect fit, just like the life we have provided for you here.” I resisted the urge to scoff, keenly aware of the underlying sarcasm, replying, “Thank you, Mother Teresa. I try my best to follow the rules and look presentable.” That was the only way to respond to her, with respect and humility. She was the owner and head of the orphanage. She owned us all. With an air of false concern, she continued, “Rules are crucial, especially for orphans like you. We must mold you into refined individuals, even if some need a bit more molding than others.” She cast a devious smile at me. I suppressed my frustration, nodded, and
After our short meeting, we quickly headed back to our chores, scared before we got caught. But we did not, and that made me release a sigh of relief as I returned to the scrubbing of the floors. Reaching in the soapy water for the floor brush, I shivered a bit, but I ignored the feeling, making sure to scrub the tiles of the corridor. I worked tirelessly through the day, tired but knowing that I had a few more hours of rest before I escaped to XP club. Throughout the day, I worried. Every sound would make me jump. I had this fear that I was going to be taken away any second by a group of men who were going to be too strong for me. I kept looking over my shoulders when I cleaned, and washed some of the caretakers’ clothes, and while doing everything else. But nothing. Nothing happened. No one came to get me even though I was at the age when the older omegas would just disappear; be taken away somewhere unknown. I prayed so hard, that Mother Teresa would forget about me being 1
Standing in the dressing room, I contemplated my decision. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to give my body to the Alpha just because I wanted a stable income and protection? But the thing is that I can’t go back, I can’t go back to the orphanage. And I could use the money to help my friends and the other omegas there. If I returned, I knew that I would be taken away by Mother Teresa to god knows where. And that way, I won’t be able to help myself or the other omegas, will I? I lifted my shirt and removed the cloth from around my breasts. “So I’m doing this,” I said to myself, breathing out a sigh. I also made sure to change into something better, taking a revealing dress from the opened closet area and wearing it, I walked back to the mirror. I wore some makeup and brushed my hair down. It was short but reached almost at my shoulders. Looking at my reflection when I was done, my mouth dropped in shock. I looked…completely different, like a whole new person star
The huge house was amazing and very impressive. Alpha Zach promised to give me a tour sometime soon. But not now. He wanted me to meet his friend Cassie, whom he had known for a long time. I was just going to be here for his physical pleasure, so I did not get why he wanted me to meet the girl. He said that they grew up together before he became alpha. She didn’t have parents, and he seemed eager for us to meet. At night, after I took a shower and had something to eat, I heard raised voices. I hesitated but couldn’t resist checking what was happening. I stood near the closed door of the Alpha’s room, where he was arguing with the Beta. They were discussing something intense. “I’m telling you, Mark, it’s not happening! I won’t find a mate, and that’s f*cking final!” Alpha Zach’s voice echoed through the hallway. “But Zach, the pack needs a Luna. It’s been too long. You can’t keep avoiding this,” Beta Mark argued back. “I said no, Mark!” His response was abrupt and cold. “I
The tension hung thick in the air as we continued our walk, Alpha Zach’s eyes searching mine for answers. I could not shake the feeling that my secrets were like time bombs waiting to go off. Zach, still focused, spoke with a mix of authority and concern, “Rue, you can’t keep everything locked up. Trust matters in this pack.”“I know, but it’s just an agreement, I’m only here for a job, remember that. In the same way, you don’t get to know your plumber or electrician but allow them to do their jobs, I’d suggest you do the same for me,” I replied in a monotone.“And some things are just better left unsaid,” I added, shrugging. He then stopped, leaning against a garden bench, his posture less rigid. “Well, as I said, you’re now under my roof. I can’t just let a stranger stay with me for the next two weeks. Trust goes both ways.” It was a weird mix of being under his protection but also feeling the pressure to open up. Memories of being back at the orphanage sparked in my mind and a s