All Chapters of Taming My Five Alpha Baby Daddies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALLISON.He examined it closely before nodding. “You’re good. Welcome to Aurora Sparks.”I stepped past them, entering the underground club. The atmosphere was electric; pulsing music reverberated through the air, mixed with laughter and chatter. Colorful lights flickered, casting shadows over a crowd of werewolves, vampires, ghouls, witches, and other Outworlders. It was the complete opposite of the tranquility that welcomed me at the entrance of the antique bookstore. Welcome to Aurora Sparks, indeed. This club has been around for decades. It was one of the few remaining establishments in the entire country where the Outworlders were allowed to be themselves—utter freaks. Our kind has struggled to blend into human society for centuries, that’s why having a place like this felt like a treat to all of us.The dance floor thrummed with energy, while private booths hugged the walls, draped in velvet. The scent of exotic drinks filled my senses, and I felt a surge of excitement. This was

ALLISON.“You’re what?” I blustered, shocked.His lips twitched, as if suppressing a laugh as he comfortably leaned on his chair. “I said I’m the man you’re looking for.”“You’re the Warlock Alpha?!” I gasped; my eyes widened in disbelief.“Most of the time, I’m known as the werewolf who owns the underground club for Outworlders, but sometimes I’m also known with another alias—the Warlock Alpha,” he explained as he flicked his finger in the air, making the glass on his table briefly levitate, showcasing his power. I was stunned. “But I would prefer it if you call me River, River Perez. That’s my real name.”“River…” I echoed his name, still trying to grasp the situation.First, the Bloodhound, then the Angelic Beast… now, you’re telling me I also slept with the freaking Warlock Alpha? Who’s next?!“Your turn,” he said.“What?” I asked, confused.“I told you my name. I think it’s only fair that you also tell yours,” he urged.I bit my lips, contemplating for a few seconds before giving

ALLISON.“You sound cheesy. I don’t need cheesy; I need a girl who can dance and entertain the guests. What makes you think you can handle that?” Ramona leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk, as if she were measuring my worth in beats.“I can dance! I’ve performed before. It’s not just about the moves; it’s about the connection you make with the audience. I know how to read a room and give them what they want.” That’s bullshit. I have never done an exotic dance in my whole life! But here we are…She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “Really? Show me. Convince me you’re not just another wannabe with a few flashy moves.”My heart raced. “Here? Now?” You’ve got to be kidding me!“Why not? This is a lingerie store, after all. I’m sure you’ve seen worse places to flaunt your skills.” She gestured to the open space in front of her office, a challenging smirk on her lips. “Go on. Prove to me that werewolves aren’t all bark and no bite.”Crap, what

ALLISON.My heart raced in my chest, a wild drumbeat as I faced the man who had just tried to pull me off the stage for a private lap dance. Behind him was Mason who looked so damn intimidating.“Hey! I called dibs on her first!” the drunken man argued, pointing at me as if that gave him some kind of claim. “You can’t just take her away, Mason!”Mason didn’t look impressed. His grip on the man's shoulder was like iron, making him groan in pain as Mason’s silver eyes shifted to a piercing gold, imposing the unmistakable and powerful aura of an Alpha.“This is my club. I’m the one who calls the shots,” Mason declared, his voice laced with a commanding chill. His presence was so overwhelming that the man instantly fell silent. As Mason released his grip, the man slumped to the floor, as if all the strength had drained from his body.It was like watching a balloon deflate, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. I knew that for an average lycan, being in the presence of a

ALLISON.My pack mates didn’t dislike me without a reason or just because I didn’t have a mate yet, although that might be one of the reasons that made it to the list of the reasons that they hated me. But there were ultimately two reasons why some of them didn’t fully recognize my position as the Gamma of the pack. One of those reasons was because I was different, always have been but it only became more apparent on the day of my eighteenth birthday.While normal werewolves acquired their inner wolf on their eighteenth birthday, I had been different. I did not get a wolf, no voice whispering in my head, no primal entity guiding my actions. At first, I thought I was broken and maybe an utter disappointment in our pack—someone who would not be able to wolf out ever in her life. But I was wrong. I could, in fact, shift at will, without needing to connect with an inner wolf because I simply didn’t have one. It felt like flipping a switch; I could turn it on and off like a light. And whil