For pleasure

Kayla’s POV

If frustration was a person, then there would be no other person better qualified to have that title than me. Who would have thought that an alpha princess would be in such a messy situation like this? It was a new day. But for a miserable person like me, there was actually no single thing good about the day. I had passed the night in an abandoned complex. While I was there, I had all sorts of thoughts run through my head.

What if someone attacked me?

Attack? Well, that was far from reality. No one would just attack me. But rape was a very likely thing to happen. There was no doubt I was a pretty young lady.

Oh yes, one could say I was in the prime stages of my beautiful walk in life. Though, there was nothing beautiful about my life. Apart from the good look I have, nothing else made sense. And that’s more reason I shudder at the torment I have had to go through in the hands of my stepmother and stepsister. It’s not like I desired anything in particular. Even if I wanted the pack for myself, how would I do that?

“Elena, what am I supposed to do with myself now?” I asked my wolf.

No response came.

“Hmm,” I exhaled tiredly in frustration. “For how long are you going to keep mute? I am freaking tired of the whole mess. Damn it! The fact that you have equally refused to say anything drives me crazier."

What was I expecting? Could it be that she’s scared? Maybe. For a really good while, I had not been able to gain access to my wolf, Elena. I remember stories of how trauma could make a person’s wolf to be far from reach. But I wished I could reach her. In a time like this, a talk with her would at the very least keep me going.

After spending some time in my thoughts, I found myself strolling out of the complex into the major road. I really had no destination in mind. No friend to talk to. That is how I have lived my life. My stepmom did not even give me the luxury to mingle with anyone. After my father died, I was forced to cut contact with everyone.

I was walking so sluggish when a fleet of cars sped past me. The window of the car in the middle was open. Just as the cars moved, my eyes locked with that of someone in the middle car. That face was familiar. But where did I see him before?

At that very instant, my body froze and adrenaline kicked in. It was him! The savior from the other night. He took my damn virginity. Oh yeah, I stole his bracelet.

“What the……..?”

Before I could bring myself to complete the sentence, I noticed the cars had come to a stop. Damn it!! The dude must have spotted me. In a split second, I broke on my heels and ran for my dear life.

Moments later, I found myself walking breathlessly towards Diego’s pack. It was a feeling I could not explain. The very moment I saw the danger coming, my first thought was Diego.

Although he cheated on me with my step sister, Adire, I was ready to let go of the past. Diego was a core part of me. I was thrown out by my own family. He would at least be pitiful enough to offer me shelter. After all, we shared a whole lot of moments together. But he still rejected me.

The thought of it made me pause my movement. Memories of how everything had played out that day ran straight to me. The moans of my sister, Adire, was something I would never forget in my entire life. Maybe I should have just granted Diego access to my thighs. Who knows, if I had done that, he would not have found it easy to thrust my own sister. I could beat my chest and say it was Adire that threw herself at him first.

When I arrived at the packhouse, I was denied entrance. I am sure these guys have forgotten my face. Why would they block the path for me so stubbornly? In the midst of the whole hassle, I looked straight and saw Diego caressing and kissing a woman.

"Oh my… goodness. Diego!"

My heart dropped again. Was he always like this? It was obvious something had changed about Diego. This was not the person I was in love with for so long. There was no way it was. He signaled the guards to free the way for me to come.

"Diego, how could you?" I asked the very moment I got to him.

He said nothing. He looked at me and grinned broadly. I felt disrespected . Out of reflex, my hand drove itself straight to his chin. I slapped him.

"How could you, Diego?" I asked in a broken tone.

He grabbed me by the neck tightly as if he was going to strangle me straight away. "If not for the past we already have, I would not have wasted the slightest moment to send you miserable fool to your early grave. Damn it!!" He pushed me to the ground.

I could not bring myself to get up. Did he just do that to me? I was seeing a side of him I had never seen in my entire life.

“It..it was not a mistake, was it?" I finally questioned. With what I was seeing, he did it on purpose.

His response was first a laugh, a hysterical one, before he spoke.

"You tell me, bitch," he said and squatted close to me.

Bitch? He called me bitch.

"It was never a mistake," he said with a smile. "Why would you question the decision of a grown-up? I never liked you, Kayla. I don't think I did. You were just a pitiful damsel who needed someone to cry to," he scoffed. "And guess what, pretty? You are still pitiful and looking for a place to cry. If that is not the case, tell me the reason you are back to the very person who has rejected you?"

Despite the fact he was this mean, I still could not get on from him. He made my heart flutter for a long time. How could he then say all we shared meant nothing to him?

"Diego," I said and got up, “we can make things up. I don't care what happened between you and my sister. Let's just start off on the proper note."

"Are you dumb, lady!" He asked. “What don't you understand here?"

I would not back down easily. My parents taught me to persevere. This was the right moment to do that.

“In fact, I don't care if you still choose to be with Adire. I don't care if you sleep with a thousand and one freaking whores!!" I paused for a while before speaking. “All I want is you. All I care about, Diego, is you. Please, don't do this to me. I can take every arrow shot at me from others. But if it comes from you, how do I take it? Just let me stay. I beg you."

It was at this point, I was awakened to the reality I must embrace. I watched Diego in tears . But he returned the gaze with a satisfying smile. What wrong did I ever do to anyone? It appeared they all enjoyed the very sight of me having to crawl before them in tears.

"I'll give you some time to shed some tears . When you are done, get your miserable body out of this place before you plague us!" He turned to walk away but stopped. "And yeah, I never knew this whole time you pretended to be a virgin, that you were a low-key stripper."

“No,no. I can explain," I said desperately.

“You can save yourself the stress, whore! You could not give it to me because you were busy spreading your legs for money!" He stroked his hair. “Or maybe for pleasure."

He walked away. I was left alone in a pool of my own tears. I had wished that he would at least grant me the liberty of staying. Where would I go? The world was just cruel and mean. Diego was the reason I ended up high and strip danced. Yet, here he was, using it against me. Screw him! Screw everyone.

I got up and dabbed at my tears. Oh yeah, everyone thinks I've been a stripper. I wasn't bad for a first timer. This could be my calling. I forced out a smile. A destination was on my mind— the hotel. I would be a stripper this time.