All Chapters of Picking Up an Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The man in charge, who I found out was a captain, decided to show mercy on us. He led me to his car, parked away from the border. With his muscular arms, it was easy for him to place Chasel in the back seat.Glancing at Chasel's unconscious frame, I knew I had to find a doctor soon. Would that be easy, though? We traveled for a while. The scenery changed from a woodsy, private area to a small city."Where are you taking us?" I asked him. I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this was making me nervous. It was obvious this wasn't a trap, but it was still sketchy. "I'm taking you to rogue territory. These buildings and streets are a part of it."My heart sank as I glanced out at the city from the passenger seat window.Everything was dilapidated. Most of the metal structures were rusty and corroded, and the street gutters were plugged with trash. Graffiti covered multiple brick walls, some with crass pictures of women or curse words. Several half-built cement stru

My assumption that the club was sketchy turned out to be spot on. Men of all types were watching exotic dancers take the floor. The music was so loud the bartender had to lean in to hear what I was asking."I'm interested in finding out more about the cocktail waitress position," I shouted. He nodded and took me out back. As I entered the office, I saw a muscular man around two hundred and forty-five pounds sitting at a desk. His feet were up, and he was smoking a cigar. A woman walked by him, and he slapped her a*s. My mouth dropped open as he laughed. "Here's the boss, Salvatore," the bartender said. "Sal, she'd like to find out about the job posting."Salvatore threw his legs off the desk and leaned with interest as I meekly sat across from him. He visually perused my body, going from my head downward. This was already making me feel uncomfortable. "A pretty she-wolf like you would fit right in here. You new in town?" he asked me, biting the cigar and puffing away. The sce

My heart sank, and I began to shake, especially when I saw her troubled frown. "He could have left hours ago!" she exclaimed, holding her head as she paced. “I had no idea.” "Think back. Did you hear anything?" I inquired with fear in my voice. "Not really. I went to sleep at some point, and when I woke up, I checked on him like usual, but he wasn’t in bed," she said, sighing in exasperation. "At first, I was worried he’d fainted, so I checked every single room, but...” she trailed off as she stared at the floor. Her pupils were dilated, and she had a faraway look in her eyes. After a few seconds, she raised her head and said, “I'm sorry." Although I didn’t let on, this was terrifying to me. He had just come home and wasn’t one hundred percent healthy. If he were attacked or suffered any amount of trauma, he'd be right back to where he began before the hospital. My heart raced as my mind ran through every worst-case scenario. Moments ago, my aching feet had been the

Juliana POVMy restraints were tight and painful as I writhed against them. Even though I could barely see through my swollen eyes, it was enough to view the sadistic, greasy grin of this patron. I quivered as I watched him figuratively froth at the mouth, having been granted free rein over my body. He had already torn off my clothes. What else would he do? I felt the light in my heart become dim. Still, I hadn't lost my will. I jostled against my restraints as the client slithered closer. I could tell there was a list he had in mind of what he desired but had never been allowed to act out his twisted fantasies. If he enjoyed sexual contact without consent, he was a pervert, and degenerates like him didn’t ever have good intentions.I chastised myself, briefly believing that part of this could be my fault, but quickly that notion dissipated. Everything in my heart told me I was here because of an angry client and my infuriated, ego-bruised boss. It wasn't my responsibility tha

Chasel carried me all the way back, straight into my bedroom. "I want to check your ankle," he insisted once we were alone. "Let me shower and put on some clothes," I told him. "You probably want your jacket back, right?" I had to make light of the situation; otherwise, I would break down. He smiled at that comment, but I nearly had to push him out to make him leave. He was quite concerned.As the water pelted my tender skin, I hoped to mentally and physically cleanse myself of the slime from that customer. After a half hour, I realized there wasn't enough soap in the world to scrub the feeling of that pervert's hands off me. The only thing that could counteract my shivers of shame was what Chasel did to help me.When finished, I stood on the bath mat, staring at the steamy mirror. Limping my way over, I wiped a circle of condensation off to see my face. I was startled in fright at my reflection. My cheeks were swollen, and my lip was cut from the heavy-handed hits of my ex-bos