Chapter 6

~ALEX~

I was going absolutely fucking crazy. Every time Elysia was near me, my wolf shouted that I claim her, demanding I show her who she belongs to. It was getting harder and harder to keep the need at bay. She smelled like the sweetness of the night air after a storm, and my instinct was to pull her close and never let her go.

But, I had to be patient.

Elysia had to come to this realization herself. She had to understand the depth of what it meant to be a part of my world. I led her through the hallways, the scent of her arousal growing stronger with each step. She was so innocent, so untouched by the darker side of desire, and yet she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Every time we stopped to watch another scene, her pupils dilated, and she leaned closer to me, seeking comfort in my presence. My cock grew harder with each gasp she made, and I had to fight the urge to throw her over my shoulder and take her right there, in front of everyone.

But, as much as my wolf was driving me mad, I knew that pushing her too fast would only scare her away. So, I kept my hand on her hip, my touch firm but gentle, guiding her through the shadows, showing her the beauty in the chaos.

The club was alive around us, the air thick with the scent of desire and the sweet sound of pain mixed with pleasure. It was a symphony that played to my soul, and I knew she could hear it too. The way she flinched when the whip cracked, the way her breath hitched when she saw the marks left behind—it was all telling me she was close to understanding.

But, the real test would come when she had to experience it for herself. When she had to submit to me, when she had to give me all of her trust. Only then would she truly know what it meant to be mine.

And so, I continued to lead her through the club, my eyes never leaving hers, watching as she took in every detail, every nuance of power and need. The wolf inside me was ready to pounce, to claim her, but I had to wait.

For now, I would be content to watch her learn, to watch the transformation happen before my eyes. And when the time was right, when she was ready to take that final step, I would be there, waiting to show her the true nature of the beast within.

The anticipation was killing me, but the thrill of the chase was what made the catch all the more satisfying. And when the moment came, oh, how sweet it would be to finally make her mine.

~ELYSIA~

With Alex's words, I came to my senses. I'd been seduced by my surroundings, by the power dynamics. By the raw, unbridled passion that hung in the air. I also knew this was just the tip of the iceberg. That there was so much more to come. And though I didn't know positively what Alex's plans were for me, I suspected. But I was nobody's plaything. I'd agreed to work in the club for my freedom, but I'd never agreed to become a submissive. Hell, I didn't even know if I had a submissive bone in my body.

As we left the room, I felt my rebellious nature return. It had been buried beneath the sheer dominance of the man before me—the threat he held over my head.

With a glance back at the couple on the bed, their limbs tangled in the aftermath of their passionate dance, I realized they were lost in their own world, oblivious to the girl who had just watched them.

For the first time since Alex had proposed that I work for him, defiance thrummed through my veins. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't going to be anyone's toy.

As we walked back to the main area of the club, my thoughts raced. How far was I willing to go to keep my freedom? Was I willing to lose what little bit of morality I had left?

Alex noticed my silence, his eyes searching my face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "I'm fine," I lied. "Just... taking it all in." Was I okay? No. But I would be.

Without pushing any further, Alex nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he turned away. I knew he didn't believe me. I knew he could see the turmoil in my eyes, the defiance in my posture. And I knew as well, this was just the beginning. The battle for my soul was about to begin.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, and I watched the scenes unfolding around me, my mind raced with questions and fears. Could I ever truly be a part of this world?

As I served drinks and mingled with the guests, I felt the weight of my questions pressing down on me. I needed to find a way to maintain my independence, my sense of self, in a place where those things were often traded for a fleeting taste of power. And, in time, I would.

I caught glimpses of myself in the mirrors that lined the walls, my reflection didn't show any of the uncertainty, nor of the woman I'd been before all of this had begun. Instead, the woman in the mirrors looked confident and alluring. A sense of defiance burning within her eyes.

Later, as the club's activities reached their peak, and the air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat, I made my decision. I would become the ultimate master of my own fate. I would work within the club, pay off my debt, then get the hell out of here. I was not hostess material.

Alex noticed the shift in my demeanor, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew something was up. "Elysia, come with me." His voice was firm, brooking no argument.

He led me to a private office. The walls were lined with books and artifacts that whispered of his wealth and the dark secrets of his world. He sat behind a desk that looked like it had seen more than its fair share of power plays.

"You've decided where you fit into all of this," Alex said, his eyes piercing through me knowingly. "You're not a submissive, and you know it. But I see something else in you, a spark of rebellion that could make you a force to be reckoned with in this world."