Three

The blaring music from the speakers resonated through the air, each passing minute causing my heart to ache. My palms grew sweaty, and the daunting stare from Vera intensified my apprehension. She chewed gum, her eyes fixated on me through the slits of the black mask she wore. The gaze lingered only briefly before she looked away.

Clad in red G-strings, revealing body suits, stockings, and heels, we awaited the arrival of the guests. The distant sounds of whistling and cheers indicated their presence. A feeling in the pit of my stomach hinted that tonight might be different from the rest. Nevertheless, I took a deep breath, reassuring myself that everything would be alright.

But how could anything be more different than this? There were moments when I wished for rescue, but in the end, they remained mere delusions. The harsh reality persisted—I was destined to be the Alpha’s whore, with no escape in sight.

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted Vera approaching, and my heart raced even faster. I wondered what she wanted and whether her earlier assault wasn’t enough. “Remember, Isabelle… Do not provoke me.” She said and I swallowed, while she examined me.

Silently, I wished for the Alpha’s mate to leave, and as if the universe shared my sentiment, the curtain to the hall moved, revealing the Alpha’s beta. His eyes scrutinized each of us as if taking mental notes before nodding.

“Remember, I’ll need you all on your best behavior,” he reminded me, yet none of us responded. Once he finished, he walked back out, and almost immediately, the curtains parted, signaling us to march in.

The room appeared relatively small, capable of accommodating around 10 to 20 people with ease, a departure from the usual setup. However, only five individuals were present at the moment, and what stood out was their wealth. Bars of gold neatly arranged in open cases adorned the table. Their eyes gleamed with lust as they sipped martinis, exchanged jokes, and pointed at us as we made our way toward the erected poles on the platforms.

One of the men winked at me before delivering a stinging slap on my ass. I bit my lower lip, summoning the strength to offer a fake smile, though deep down, all I wanted was to teach him a lesson. After all, I was getting paid for this, a means to buy my freedom even sooner.

The room was bathed In blinding neon lights as bartenders served drinks to guests, the beverages arriving in buckets of ice. Alpha Cyrus, despite trying to appear relaxed, watched us keenly, his face adorned with a subtle frown.

As we stepped out to impress the guests and showcase our assets, some of us would be chosen to spend the night. Thus far, only two out of the six had been selected, and from the corners of my eyes, I could see his mate glaring at him through the slits of her mask.

I turned back to him, only to find him staring right at me. His frown deepened as our gazes locked, and my heart raced. It was evident that he was likely annoyed by my lack of effort to attract the attention of his guests.

To avoid incurring his wrath, I had decided to give my best. Soon, I found myself dancing around the pole, eliciting cheers of delight from the men. A few of them engaged in conversations amongst themselves, but for some reason, none of them approached to request my services, despite their admiration.

Lost in my dance, the room’s atmosphere suddenly shifted. The cheers of the men ceased, and the only audible sound was the pounding music. I diverted my gaze at the distinct sound of shoes going click-clack within the room. Despite the blaring music, the clicking footsteps resonated, catching not only my attention but that of nearly everyone in the club. Heads turned toward the entrance door.

My heart raced even faster, a sense of foreboding settling in my stomach. Though their faces were hard to discern amidst the distracting lights, I could tell their bodies’ exuded undeniable allure. Three strikingly handsome men entered the bar, their well-built frames hinting at muscular strength. Chiseled jaws and an air of undeniable sex appeal accompanied them.

They exuded the aura of Greek gods with their flawless bodies. The two men flanking the center had long hair, one with a darker hue and the other blond. The man in the middle sported the most captivating hairstyle – his caramel brown hair parted in the middle, imparting a commanding presence. His body was nothing short of impressive, leaving everyone in awe.

Dressed in matching black Italian suits with ties, their muscular hands and piercing emerald green eyes were fixated on me. It was evident that they were triplets, their identical appearance leaving no room for doubt. What struck me as peculiar was their shared stillness, the trio standing frozen at the entrance of the door.

Their eyes lingered on me as though they had encountered a ghost, and as if drawn by a magnetic force, my gaze remained fixed on theirs. The hushed whispers within the small crowd reached my ears, but my concern lay elsewhere. For the first time, my dormant wolf stirred within me, possibly excited. The source of its arousal was unmistakable…the strangers.

For the first time, I found myself drawn to three men at the same time. Sensations I had never experienced before surged through me, and I could feel a certain warmth between my legs, a result of the lustful thoughts swirling in my mind. Their Intoxicating scents overwhelmed my senses, and I felt like I was losing control over my own body.

It seemed like my wolf was urging me to approach the men and surrender myself to them. No, that couldn’t be right. I must be losing my mind. Their eyes bore into me, dark and predatory, making me avert my gaze nervously. My heart raced, pounding hard against my rib cage.

“Who are they?” I pondered silently as they eventually broke their gaze and headed toward the seats that had been arranged for them.

I was even more surprised when Alpha Cyrus had stood up from his seat, to greet them himself!

Having lived under the Alpha’s care for an extended period, I was well aware of his indifference toward others. He was not one to give respect but rather demand it, never bowing to anyone. At least, that’s what I thought I knew until he performed the seemingly impossible right before my eyes. It left me questioning the identity of the strangers and whether they held the utmost importance for him to give such courtesy.

“Could they be the clients we were warned not to upset?” I wondered, continuing to dance around my pole, swaying my hips while attempting to keep an eye on the new guests.

After a while, they rose and, just as abruptly as they arrived, departed without uttering a single word. I observed the Alpha exhale a sigh of relief, prompting me to ponder if I had missed an opportunity to escape this hell hole of a place.

What if the moon goddess had decided to help me, sending two powerful men to free me, yet through sheer foolishness, I let them slip through my grasp? The bitter realization that there might truly be no escape from this place overwhelmed me, and my eyes stung with tears. Another five minutes elapsed, and just then, the Alpha gestured for me to approach.

Maintaining my performance, I continued to sway my hips as I descended from the platform. The men’s lecherous gazes lingered on me, captivated by the spectacle. A little more exposure, and they would be left drooling, driven by their insatiable hunger for more.

“Follow her,” Alpha Cyrus commanded, indicating another omega slave. With a nod, I complied, trailing behind the omega as she guided me toward one of the available rooms in the club.

Nervousness crept in as I hadn’t been informed about my client. No sign of him heightened my anxiety, as I thought on the possibility of walking into the room only to find myself assigned to an elderly man.

Turning around, she smiled at me, and I returned the gesture before she exited the room, leaving me alone in its vast size. The sheer size of the room left me in awe, painted in various shades of white, with a master bed placed in the center.

There was a mini bar on one side, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling. It was my first time in such surroundings, leaving me to wonder who I was assigned to, as everything screamed wealth. Pacing back and forth within the room, conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. Should I escape? Should I reject and leave? Or should I stay, hoping the stranger assigned to me might assist in my predicament?

Lost in contemplation, I failed to notice the figures entering the room behind me.

“Well, well,” one of the strangers from the club, the blond-haired one, spoke with a smirk painted on his lips. “Look what we have here.”