Chapter Three

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Time flew faster like it was waiting for my death too. I was about to accept my fate. Alpha Lugard continuously reminded me of my mission and gave specific orders. He was so interested in my downfall - my father, my 'pride'.

Melissa was of great help the past few days. Spending my last days with her was a treasure to me, she made jokes with me and made sure I slept happily. She also taught me some biology lessons on releasing my pheromones.

She brought in all of Alpha Ryder's pictures she printed from the internet one morning and threw them on my bed.

"What is this?" I asked her rising from my bed. I had cried myself to sleep the previous night, but she came to my room beaming with smiles. I was forced to let out a small laugh too.

Melissa shut the door tightly and locked them with keys. She giggled when she jumped on my bed. "Do you like it?" She asked.

"Like what?" I picked up the printed photo from the bed and skimmed through each of them.

"He's so gorgeous, such a handsome young man" she blushed staring at Ryder.

"Melissa, why did you bring all of his pictures here? I am going to slay this man, there's nothing gorgeous about it"

"I know," she said sadly. "Anyways, I just came to make your work easier"

"What do you mean?"

"To secrete all your pheromones and hold Alpha Ryder down, you need to have an image of him, especially the sexy ones. " she moved closer to me and lowered her tone. "You have to imagine Alpha Ryder touching you" she whispered.

"Touch me?" I said, hoping that word had an opposite synonym. I knew where she was heading but I was just failing to admit it. Of course, secreting my pheromones must require a sexual act. That was the only way I could have such a strong scent to attract Alpha Ryder. I just hated that at the end of it all, while I'm being washed up, one of his guards would have to lay with me.

It was a tradition that a lady wolf secreting sexual pheromones with such a strong smell must be laid with that moment.

"Does he not turn you on?" Melissa asked a question that almost made my heart skip.

"No. I mean. I don't know. I've not met him or thought of…why are you asking these weird questions" Sweat gripped me as I was rosy with heat. I took one of the photos to blow air to myself. I've never had such a heated conversation with anyone.

Melissa ensured she convinced me otherwise, she was certain I would flop the mission if I didn't do what she asked. If I don't have enough scent, I would have to try another day and keep trying till the Alpha noticed me. So I listened to her. Somehow, somewhere, in heaven maybe, I would be glad I had a sexual experience once - imagination or physical, rigid or flexible.

That night I placed the picture of the stunning young man on my bed with my doors locked. My heartbeat increased multiple times. I have never been touched, how could I imagine being touched?

I closed my eyes and the pictures clouded my face. He came here a few times also, so I added those to my imagination too, adoring everything that caught my eye from this man.

I jerked off from my world when the thought of stabbing him crossed my head.

I put his pictures under my pillow and forced myself to sleep. My father was making me go crazy, turning me into a murderer. After lots of sleepless nights, with Alpha Ryder's photo under my pillow, it was finally time for my mission.

I had arrived at the strip club early enough because I was dropped off by my dad's guard, also I needed to be selected among the strippers for the night show to be able to get access to the Alpha's lounge. The strip club stunk my nose on getting there, scents of betas, omega's, gammas, and others filled the air. I could not look anyone in the eye. If they met my eyes and see no color of identification, they were going to question me and send me out. I had no similar color of eyes to the rest, so I just pretended and blended in with them.

I was nervous when I pulled off my clothing and I became almost naked. I was scared to reveal my body to these hungry Alphas, but I had no choice. We were lined up by a stout woman who appeared to be the boss around here.

"Dance your best, wiggle your waists, lure the wolves, and tame the beast. Best tonight takes all the tips!"

"Yes, Madam!" The girls chorused after her and I joined a little bit late. The woman took a glance at me but took it off instantly. She walked to the entrance of the Alpha's lodge and opened the door.

One after the other, the girls ushered in. It was my turn, and as I stepped into the private lodge, the exotic scent of all the Alpha's here filled my nose. Some pheromones were stronger than others, but all in all, the room was pleasant, it could turn anybody on. The strippers here were privileged to be in this lounge most of the nights. It's no shock that more girls are trooping in to work at this club.

I took my pole stand, behind one of the strippers, there were at least four poles on each rostrum, and there were about four sections, different groups of Alpha's staying together. I didn't know if my spot was perfect, but I hadn't even sighted my target yet.

I looked around cautiously and then I saw him. He was in my section, front seat opposite my rostrum. But he wasn't looking at me, he was having a conversation with the rest of his friends. His smile was gentle and mild, and he had a dry-wet shirt on which made it seem like he just came out of the pool or he was sweating. His aura was nothing but romantic, just like rumors had described him. It felt like I could hear his voice from where he sat. I bit my lips, so nervous. I was in the wrong place about to do the wrong thing. I bet even a man would not lay a finger on Alpha Ryder. His skin hair was like fur and his nails hitting the glass of champagne was in a way magical. Alpha Ryder was a synonym for perfection.

I coiled around the pole to stay in position, my hand was sweaty which was a bad idea at the moment. I would be thrown out if I slip off from the rostrum and I wouldn't even get to tame my target. Another look at him and I clasped my lap around the pole, the heat of my panties causing me to drip sweat. A lot of pictures of him were in my head and all I needed to do was imagine him touching me. It felt impossible, but I was here already.

Soft, slow, and sensual music started to play and then I remembered I didn't know how to dance.

Bloody hell Charia, you're done for!