Alpha Breeder's Revenge

Ophelie

"Pick me! Pick me! I'll surely pleasure you well tonight!" One of the ladies yelled.

"I'll give you your money's worth. The others can't match up to my skills. Pick me instead!" Another yelled, pushing down her body so her breasts were in full display.

And so went on the shouts and yells in the nightclub. It was a sight I was accustomed to, so I paid them no heed. All I really wanted to do was find one of the vacant rooms, and swallow the pills I'd just bought for my headache.

"You," a calm voice called out just then. For some reason, I felt the person was talking to me. I kept on walking, determined to rest before Madam Collete arrived and caught me loitering around instead of serving the customers. She'd turn her face into an ugly scowl, and warn me to behave, else she'd cut down my salary.

"You, Redhead." The same voice called again. There was only one redhead around. Me. I turned slowly to meet the gaze of a young man standing a few steps away from me. He had a haughty expression on his face, barely sparing a second glance at the ladies that were desperately tugging on his arms.

"Me?" I pointed at myself with a frown.

He nodded, a confident smile on his face, his actions seeming to point out that he was doing me a favor. I scoffed.

"I'm not available." I said, and turned to leave.

"How dare you walk away?!" A man-probably his subordinate-thundered, throwing a brief silence around the ladies' ring, and the strip hall. I ignored them, and continued walking. I doubled my pace.

"Stop!" The young man ordered. He soon blocked my path.

"What do you mean by this? I already said I'm not available." I retorted, crossing my arms.

His eyes roamed over my body, then he nodded. "That can be changed. You're the one I've chosen." He grinned.

Nausea enveloped me. "And what am I supposed to do?"

The man from before opened his mouth to speak, but the young man raised his hand, effectively stopping him.

"Name your price." The young man said. I looked at him closely, getting irritated, but still inwardly admitting that he was good looking. His jade-colored eyes held mine, and I subconsciously clenched my fists. His aura surfaced-a green mist shrouding his body-and I narrowed my eyes.

"A werewolf?" I whispered.

His grin broadened, the arrogant look coming back to his eyes.

I shook my head. "My apologies, but–" I began saying, when the shrill voice of Madam Collete interrupted me. Her footsteps were hurried as she came over and pulled me away.

"A word with you, Ophelie," she said aloud, flashing the young man an apologetic look.

Out of earshot, she pushed me roughly, and I stumbled a few steps back into the dark corner.

"Do you know who he is?" She whispered, her voice angry.

I was taken aback. That wasn't the first time