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This book contains explicit and graphic descriptions of sexual content that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

*Content Warning:*

- Explicit sexual scenes

- Graphic descriptions of intimacy

- Mature themes

- Potential triggers

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Hermosa’s POV

I grabbed the pole, swinging my body on the metal as the Alphas gathered around laughed loudly, each cheering me on.

I danced to the rhythm of the loud music, ignoring their wild pleas filled with lust and desire. I hated this job, but I did it to survive.

My body was bare except for the bra and panties I wore to strip. This was my life as an Omega with bills to pay. I did jobs I shouldn’t do. I was never born to be a stripper at the Blood Moon Pack. This is what became my life.

Dollars hit my body, landing gracefully on the podium while I hooked my legs around the pole, dancing for extra bucks.

“Come on, baby. Dance for daddy!” an Alpha yelled loudly, throwing money at me. Some fell to the floor; others trapped inside my bra, mixed with my sweat.

I danced harder not because of their screams, but for the money. I had debts to pay. The debt a ghost mother left me with.

“I have some more.” An Alpha staggered toward my pole, eyes drunken and breath smelling of liquor that was sold here, a bundle of dollars resting on his palm.

His eyes, sick with lust, roamed over my body like a hunter seeking its prey. It sickened me, filling me with disgust, yet I couldn’t move or refuse to dance. The money and the bills I had to pay fought hard against my conscience.

As if sensing my indecision, he made a bold move with his filthy hand. I felt him spanking my ass like I was a whore—a whore he regularly patronized.

Rage flared in me for a split second. I wanted to jab my high-heeled shoes into his eyes, make him lose one of them.

At the same time, I was painfully aware of the consequences. I admit this job was crazy, but I wasn’t about to sell myself short to any man.

My body belonged to my mate, Rapheal, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, one of the packs ruled by the Alpha King. Our relationship was taboo, so he kept it hidden from the public. He watched my every step like a hawk, and I was glad for his protection.

He slapped my ass again. The pain hurt like hell, especially when it came from an Alpha. Betas weren’t as strong as them.

Suddenly, I wished Rapheal would appear somehow and shoo away this werewolf. Only an Alpha could speak back to one. Apparently, my mate hated the club business and always managed to stay away from it.

He had promised to take me away from this business, and I believed him. I hoped endlessly for that day to come.

“You want more of this?” The Alpha waved the dollar bills in his hands, watching my gaze land on the money.

Shame washed over me. My tears threatened to fall. I nodded.

“Then dance for me,” he smirked, swaying back and forth, eyes roaming on my V-area. His hands reached for it.

When… a voice broke out:

“Leave her alone!”

Cammy, my best friend, pushed me backward. I almost landed on the floor.

The Alpha was furious, his hot glare landing on Cammy. “Stupid little whores,” he whined under his breath, pushing through the crowd for his next victim.

He knew the stage was off-limits to the audience, yet he tried touching me.

“Are you okay?” Cammy touched my cheeks, pulling me offstage. I sank into her arms, tears rolling down my face. I had almost allowed him to touch me.

“You didn’t,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. Cammy was also a stripper but had years of experience on the pole; none of the Alphas had tried to pull a fast one on her.

“When will this ever end?” I whimpered in her embrace, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Very soon, Hermosa,” she smiled, wiping the tears from my face.

I hoped my mate wouldn’t find out what happened today. My voice cracked at the thought of losing Rapheal; it was something I couldn’t bear.

I felt her tense grip on my body as my words fell: “Mate.”

“I promise he won’t,” she said sharply, leaving me alone in my despair, her outfit clinging to every curve of her body.

“Should I wait for you?” I managed to say.

“Yes,” she turned with a smile that never reached her eyes, walking back into the crowd of hungry Alphas and Betas to strip.

I walked around the dressing room, packing my clothes and Cammy’s, ignoring the nagging feeling of what today’s income would look like, especially after what had happened with the Alpha.

If there was one thing about the strip club—they hated leaving customers unsatisfied. I watched the clock tick; a few minutes in, and my best friend wasn’t back.

I guessed they were spraying her with a lot of money. She always knew how to hold the crowd down. She also had a hot body. I sighed, wondering what my mate was doing. He had warned me to stop stripping but still couldn’t give me money to pay off my debt. Not that I wanted him to—I just hoped he would realize I was suffering and needed help.

Thirty minutes ticked by, yet Cammy wasn’t back. I decided to get my cut and stroll inside to look for her.

This was certainly unlike her. As I walked toward the cashier, I saw many Alphas carrying young, unsuspecting Omegas to their cars, probably to take them to a nearby hotel and violate them—something forbidden inside the club.

I would give anything to save them, but speaking out would put me in danger, so I trudged ahead to the counter.

“My money,” I stretched out my hands.

The cashier’s red lipstick flared from her upper lips, giving her a grotesque image, while she chewed bubble gum loudly.

“No money for today. Everything went to your debt,” she loosely scanned through the computer.

“What!” I yelled, frustration coating my tone. Her eyes flashed a warning: “Be very careful.” I shut my mouth and walked away in anger, my stomach rumbling with hunger. Another day without money.

This life was becoming really depressing. Luckily, Cammy might make money today, judging by the time she spent on the pole. I smiled faintly at the hope for a hot meal.

I turned quickly toward the changing room when I caught sight of my best friend in the opposite direction, eyes darting around suspiciously before slipping toward the VIP section, off-limits to Omegas. Her strides gave off a mix of suspicion and danger.

Hermosa POV

I followed Cammy toward the VIP section, where most elite Alphas were allowed to stay and have sex with any stripper of their choice.

I kept wondering what my best friend was doing here. She never sold her body for a couple of extra bucks—that was the unspoken rule we had.

I snooped around, pretending to look for a particular room while my eyes trailed her every step.

Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of a hallway and opened a door. One thing about the VIP section was that each room was soundproof, making it hard to eavesdrop.

Luckily for me, the hallway was empty. There was no one to stop me or ask what I was doing—especially since the room Cammy entered was further down the hall, and I was still on my stripping clothes.

So, I bent down, staring through the keyhole. There was light in the room, so I could see clearly.

Cammy looked tense, her hands crossed in front of her as she knelt on the golden fur rug, still in her raunchy panties and bra. Her lips moved silently.

I leaned closer to hear what was happening inside.

“Tell me what I did wrong?” a familiar male voice boomed in the room, his figure hidden from view.

“Nothing…” Cammy’s eyes met the rug in obedience, unwilling to look up.

“I protected you and Hermosa,” his voice cracked. “Kept the both of you in the club for your damn good.”

“Why did you do it?” His voice dropped to a whisper.

“I didn’t do anything.” Fear tightened her tone.

“Spread your legs, Cammy,” he commanded.

“I can’t keep f*cking you…” She bit her lip. “I’ve paid back everything I owe.”

He laughed low and evil. “I say when to stop f*cking you.”

“Our debt’s been paid,” she stammered, her hands picking invisible dirt from her fingers.

I couldn’t get in, neither could I see the stranger whose voice seemed familiar.

“If I give orders, you obey, Cammy,” his tone grew dangerous. “Like the snitch you are.”

Her eyes widened. Fear danced in her pupils, and I could only imagine what she had gotten herself into.

“Last time, Cammy,” he drawled, his shadow illuminating in the light. “Stand up and spread those legs.”

“How did you know?” she asked quickly, fear lacing her tone. Her back faced him, legs apart—like she had done this before.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” His hand spanked her ass, and she screamed in pain. My heart caught in my throat as I watched everything unfold. I had to help my best friend before something terrible happened.

My phone wasn’t with me—it was in the changing room. If I could get there and call Rapheal, he would know what to do.

“Remove your damn clothes!” the voice ordered.

Cammy’s trembling hands pushed down her panties in fear. A male figure came into full view.

I gasped, taking in small bouts of air. It was none other than my mate—Rapheal.

My world spun as his image registered in my head.

His hands squeezed her ass as he bent her over, removing his trousers. I couldn’t believe it not in a thousand years. Rapheal, my forever, the man who promised to stand by and protect me, was f*cking my best friend.

“Please stop this, Rapheal,” Cammy’s voice broke in a plea.

“Why?” he growled. “You used to love it when I squeezed your ass this hard.”

I swallowed hard again. My best friend had been sleeping with my mate all along?

No wonder every time I mentioned him, she got uncomfortable and withdrawn. Now I knew why.

“I had no choice,” she cried, her frail voice cracking. “You know it!”

“Shut up!” He squeezed her jaw, pulling down his underwear. “You betrayed me, and I’m here to collect the favor.”

“I… I didn’t ” she stuttered, but he cut her off.

“Ssshhh.” He placed a hand over her lips, bending her across the table with a wicked grin. “I want to teach you a lesson.”

Without warning, he slammed his cock inside her. She groaned in pain, bending backward, holding the wall for support. Each thrust was rough against her body as he panted and cursed.

I held my breath. This felt unreal, like waking up to a nightmare. This couldn’t be my Rapheal the man who claimed to love me.

Her whimpering only seemed to drive him harder. He rode her like an animal, not caring if she was ready or not.

When he was done, he tossed her aside, panting heavily. I wanted to drive a knife into his chest, to make him feel the pain he had given us both.

This wasn’t love. It was abuse in its purest form.

“Let her go!” I banged on the door with every ounce of strength I had left. My emotions wailed inside me, but I kept going, tears streaming down my face.

Reality hit me hard—I couldn’t even save her. I bit my lip in frustration.

Then I heard Cammy’s voice. “I will tell Hermosa everything,” she sobbed, putting on her panties.

“You’ll do no such thing,” he warned, eyes bulging with anger.

“Yes, I will!” she said defiantly.

“No, you won’t!” He yanked her by the hair, eyes blazing as he spoke menacingly. “If I so much as hear a whimper from you…” his fingers grazed her jawline, “…you won’t live long enough.”

“I should’ve told her when I had the chance,” she spat in his face.

I bit my fingers, terrified I would scream.

“You whore!” Rapheal slapped Cammy hard across the face. Her head hit the wall with such force that blood pooled everywhere.

I watched everything unfold, my knees weak. I pressed my trembling hands to my lips. I couldn’t recognize the man I loved.

This was too much for me.

He grabbed a hand towel from the wardrobe, cleaning himself as though he’d been contaminated, while Cammy lay motionless on the floor.

He had just killed my best friend—like it was nothing.

He didn’t even flinch.

“Serves you right,” he muttered, throwing the towel onto her body as he straightened his clothes and hair.

Her blood soaked the floor, her hair and clothes drenched. I stumbled backward in shock, her battered body haunting my every breath.

Hermosa POV

I covered my mouth with both hands, afraid that if I screamed, people would gather outside.

Every step I took, I felt my heart tearing—not just from fear, but from knowing the man I loved was a murderer.

Cammy lay in a pool of her own blood. Whether dead or alive, he didn’t care. All that bothered him was the stain on his shirt.

Rapheal always loved appearances in public—a clean image, the perfect Alpha. That was how I fell for him, without knowing he owned the very club I worked at.

“Hey! What are you doing out here?” a security guard asked, walking up to me.

I was so lost in what had happened that I hadn’t noticed my surroundings. My eyes gave me away—they were filled with fear, the kind of fear that comes from seeing something you should never witness.

It took forever to respond. The security man looked at me with stern suspicion.

“I was… looking for the—ehmm…” My mind went blank.

If Rapheal caught me outside, he’d kill me. If he could harm Cammy, then what was I to him?

Without thinking, I ran.

The security guard shouted after me. I knew it wouldn’t take long for them to catch up, but I still ran.

Fear, hurt, and confusion spread across my face. Where could I go? Who would even believe my story?

My thoughts raced as I navigated through the crowd, the sound of footsteps thundering behind me—a constant reminder I wasn’t alone.

I wanted to rush back to the changing room to switch into something decent, but they’d catch me.

So I did what I knew best—I ran, blindly, on heels, wearing only my bra and panties. Cold sweat stuck my hair to my forehead.

I had to get help.

But from whom? Rapheal wasn’t an ordinary Alpha. He commanded other Alphas—they all listened to him.

Except for the Alpha King.

He had banned strip clubs after several she-wolves were reported missing, most of them Omegas.

But where could I find him?

My heart pounded violently in my chest as I ran. Their boots echoed behind me, closing in.

“Stop running, whoever you are!” My mate’s voice pierced the night. Cold chills ran across my skin.

We were outside now, but he didn’t stop chasing me like an animal. I knew he would do anything to protect his image.

The night was dark, the streets empty and deserted. Around the corner, a flickering streetlight shone beside a large hotel.

I knew Rapheal wouldn’t dare hurt me in public, so I ran toward the light.

No—my mind screamed against the idea. That wasn’t just any hotel; it was a gathering place for elite members of the Blood Moon Pack.

Rapheal would find me easily after all, he was the Alpha of the pack.

This wasn’t the time to think. It was either go in there or die without anyone finding out about Cammy.

I braced myself as I heard his footsteps getting closer. I walked into the hotel calmly, pretending I was just looking for a room. Even I felt foolish walking in like this, half-naked.

“Hello?” the receptionist, a young-looking woman, said as I entered.

“Hi.” I faked a smile.

“You don’t have to come in dressed like that,” she said, scanning me from head to toe.

“I didn’t have time to change,” I lied, forcing a grin.

“You sure know how to make an entrance—for something that’s supposed to be discreet,” she muttered.

I didn’t know what she meant, but I played along.

“Ah, yes, I’m so sorry.”

“You girls always keep him waiting,” she pressed.

“It’s not my fault—I lost track of time,” I replied quickly.

“Yes, you always lose track of time.” Her eyes narrowed with disgust.

“Here, take the keys. He’s in Room 202.” She dropped them on the counter.

“Who?” I asked, glancing back just in time to see Rapheal entering the lobby, scanning the crowd for me. I turned quickly to the receptionist.

“You ask too many questions,” she snapped. “We all know what you do in there with him.”

“I’m sure you do,” I muttered, snatching the keys. I didn’t want to draw attention.

“Hey!” Rapheal’s voice echoed behind me as I hurried down the hall, keys jingling in my trembling hands.

I scanned the corridor, searching for Room 202. My heart pounded harder with every step. I threw quick glances behind me to see if he was near.

Finally, I gasped when I saw Room 202 engraved on the door to my left. I slipped inside, clutching my heaving chest.

“At last,” I muttered under my breath, scanning the room.

The room was dark. I couldn’t see anything. I groped around for the light switch. Everything felt strange—yet strangely comforting.

“Have you forgotten the rules?” a deep male voice rang out across the room.

I froze. “No, I haven’t. I just…” I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs.

*Whose room is this?* I whispered to myself.

“You just what?” Footsteps approached.

“Nothing. I’m sorry,” I said, my voice shaking.

“The rules were—you’re not allowed to see my face,” he whispered near my ear.

“Yes, I understand,” I replied, trembling.

“You know exactly what you came here to do,” he continued, his warm breath brushing my skin.

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t a whore like the rest.