Alpha's Most Wanted Stripper

"Never stop dancing, don't talk to anyone but dance. This has always been the first rule of the club: No one cares if you're hurting or if the club is on fire, you just don't stop dancing. It's more like you must dance to save your life."

It has been twelve whole years of my life, since I started dancing for Club Hell Den. I have always put these rules at the back of my mind, just like someone who needs to breathe.

Karen is the only person I call a friend. She has been my best friend since the first day I was brought to this club. "Jean, you better get up and get your stuff ready. Remember tonight's dance might be our last dance because we are definitely running out of this place. "I have gotten the perfect plan", Karen said while patting my back. I chuckled at her and replied," You always come up with these ideas but, in the end, we don't have the liver to get it done. I fired back at her with a smile.

"You don't need to give up Jean, you can't be a stripper all your life and I don't care if we are humans with no strength. We are going to leave this club and get a better life. Probably I will meet a handsome werewolf who I will settle down with, and we can build a pack". Karen shot at me while trying to fix her hair."Karen, I know your concern about me and us leaving this place, me too. I want to leave badly. "I don't want to continue living this life anymore, but we have to be very cautious about it". I quickly reminded her of what kind of place we are currently. Club Hell Den is not a place you go to and come out easily. The club has been known to be the most dangerous club ever. It is run by Lycans and the mere mention of the club everyone quivers.

The owner of the Club Hell Den is known to be among the first breed of Lycans and the club has been there for generations after generations, and it is the most sought-after club. The club has been built on the blood and sweat of omegas and alpha, and it stands as a symbol to remind all creatures that the Lycans are the ones who control the system.

I quickly rushed to the bathroom to go take my bath, so I could get ready for tonight's performance. As I stood under the shower head, I flashed back to how it all began. I was raised by human parents, and we lived in a small town that was quiet and peaceful. I was loved by my parents and was given everything an only child could have asked. My parents were jewel makers and I will always sit and watch my dad make them. It was something I enjoyed watching. My mom, aside from working with my dad, was known for her healing abilities. She was said to be ordained by the moon goddess, and so she was loved by everyone. Everything was perfect until the town was attacked by rebels. This pack of alphas were strained and very dangerous. Other packs tried to defend the town but were overwhelmed by the rebels. My parents were brutally murdered, and I was taken by one of the rebels. I was brought back to reality by the knock on the bathroom door. "Jean, will you come out and get dressed, or do you prefer being dragged out by you know who," Karen said with a smirk on her face. Karen just doesn't like calling the name of our master. She once confided in me that the name alone makes her remember her past, something she dare not talk about.

I let the water run over my body and I quickly washed my body. One thing about master girls is that they must always be neat and smell like flowers. A special soap was given to us so we could smell like flowers always. These smells can tame any werewolf and make him almost vulnerable. As I stepped out of the shower, I smacked Karen on her head. "Don't you ever disturb me whenever I'm taking my beauty showers ", I said jokingly. This made her roll to the floor playfully, acting like she had been beaten by a mate. I just could not stop laughing at this. Karen's smile and laughter is something that is better than therapy. She was the medicine to my sick soul. I just can't survive a day without her.

We quickly wore our outfits and did some light makeup. I don't really like doing makeup, but it's part of the requirements needed to be a stripper in the club. You must look pretty and alluring. We are to use our beauty to make money and fame for club hell den. We were good to go. Karen and I left the room for the center of the room where we were to meet other girls who were going to be performing tonight, and it was a long queue, so we all had to wait until it got our turn to dance on stage. As I stood in the queue, I felt someone watching my every move. I was curious, I just didn't feel okay with the feeling I got while waiting for my turn. We heard a loud noise coming from outside in the main room of the club. At first, I wasn't scared even though tonight was a full moon.

Club Hell Den had always been a busy and rowdy place, where all the creatures had been trooping in, just to get satisfaction, but this very night was something we all didn't expect. It was a full moon and all the werewolves were at their peak. The sound of growling filled the room, as a result of the bloodbath in the club.

There has been a fight and the room has been filled with screaming from humans, while the Lycans sit on their high chairs watching the whole scene, which gives them this satisfaction as the werewolves pound on the humans.

I was ushered out of the passage to take the main stage, frightened by the whole event. I slowly held the pole and swung my hips seductively according to the beat, and was about to grind on the pole. I noticed fierce burning eyes staring at me and grinding. My whole heart froze there, and then I forgot the one rule I shouldn't have forgotten. Before I realized myself, I heard a voice screaming "Run!!"

Run!!