3. Club Jewels
~ ENRIQUE ~
The smell of perfume and alcohol fills my nose as I sit on the couch in the booth in the VIP lounge
of the club. A ce Ie often enough for a little distraction from my own mind, duties, and
demons.
I swirl the drink in my ss as I watch the three women in nothing but thongs and jewelled nipple
coverings dance around the poles, grinding their bodies against one another sensually.
For a moment they manage to capture my attention as two of them rub their boobs together, their
hands running over one another’s thick ass. They’re curvy, with meat on them just like I like them,
but it’s not enough tonight.
Even when they nce at me before they begin to kiss each other, it doesn’t manage to distract me
entirely. They’re satisfying enough to look at, but it’s doing nothing for me.
One of them is my usual, and the other two I selected on my way in, but tonight I’m unable to keep
my mind off work.
Two women sit beside me, stroking my chest and thighs, promising a good night if I allow them.
“Loosen up, we’ll deal with it.” My Beta and friend Jose says as he downs his ss of alcohol, his
eyes fixed on the woman who is giving him ap dance. Carlos, my Delta, is also here, but although
he’s not mated, he refuses to have a woman serve him.
Cabrón… Why bothering?
I’m poured another ss as I continue to watch the women in front of me emotionlessly. My face is
as cold and expressionless as ever.
“We can pleasure you tonight, Alpha.” One of the women who sits beside me whispers sensually,
running her hand up my thigh. They know not to push their limits unless I myself give them
permission…
I ignore her, and she doesn’t dare to repeat herself. Everyone knows who I am, and respect is
paramount.
“Do you have a n?” Carlos asks quietly.
I clench my jaw, as I nce out towards the ss window that looks out to the main club, trying to
control the anger I’m feeling.
“What do you think? We find him and kill the hijo de puta. It’s fucking simple.” My voice is menacing
and low. “This is mynd and anyone who so much as tries to im it, even an inch of it, will face
pain and death.”
There’s power and rage in my voice that makes every woman in the room falter. Fear envelops
them as strongly as their perfumes.
I’m not called heartless for nothing.
I tilt my head, watching a woman through the ss as she walks through the club below. Her light-
coloured curls bounce with every step she takes, and I’m about to look away when she steps up
onto the bar area and I get a view of her body.
A body that sends a wave of pleasure directly to my cock.
Now that’s a woman I want beneath me…
She has the perfect body, breasts that you can y with in many ways, and her ass is the type you
want to fuck from behind and watch it jiggle as you yank on her lush hair.
My eyes glimmer with a hunger that even my wolf approves of. I am a beast and not many women
can handle me, but I don’t care.
Women are made for our pleasure…
“Where are you busy at?” Jose questions, but I don’t answer, and he soon finds what has drawn my
attention.
“Fuck, hot damn, now that’s what you-”
“Cabrón, esa es mía.” I say quietly, yet possessively. ‘That one is mine’
I’ve staked my im here, but there are others out there who are watching her, making my eyes
sh in irritation.
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‘Luis, that woman at the bar. I want her.’ I mind link the club owner.
‘Ah, Alpha… Lo siento, but she is not one of mine…’ he replies apologetically, sounding scared.
My eyes sh with irritation as I stand up. I’ll get her myself. No woman will refuse me…
I leave the room, walking past my men, the sound of the music louder out here.
The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol hits me strongly, but I drown it out as I make my way to the bar.
The crowd parts, knowing exactly who I am, allowing me to pass with ease.
That’s the woman I’m taking home tonight.
I take the seat on her right as the bartender approaches.
“What may I get you?” he asks, lowering his head in respect.
I nce at the woman. She’s not from my Pack, nor is she local… the enticing scent of cherry
blossoms flits into my nose and I frown deeply.
“I’ll take a mojito. What will the sexydy have?” I reply quietly.
She tenses, looking up from where she was fiddling with her phone, and I find myself looking into a
pair of beautiful dark eyes rimmed with thickshes. A slender nose and plump lips that will look
excellent wrapped around my cock.
Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match.
“No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she trails off. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the
ent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a
ce that I despise to the very core.
She’s fucking British.
Her heart is racing violently as she stares up at me and I feel my own hatred and anger rise within
me like a tidal wave as memories of that vile ce return to me.
I look ahead at the ss the bartender has just ced down and grab it, downing it in one as I try to
calm the odium that is threatening to consume me.
A part of me wants to simply grab her and fuck the thought right out of my mind as I do her, yet
another part of me is getting angrier by the second.
shes of memories that I have buried flicker before my eyes, and I clench my jaw. Her sandy
blonde hair is a painful reminder of someone I never wanted to remember, and I turn away as
agonising pain splits through my wrist. A phantom of the past… A pain long gone… A memory I
wish I could forget…
“Do you-”
“This ce really does get filled with trash,” I say harshly as I stand up, ring down at her. For a
split second, my gaze flits to her breasts.
Her breath hitches, and I nce back at her. Herrge, gorgeous eyes are filled with hurt from my
words, but I couldn''t care less.
“Pathetic,” I mutter while walking towards the entrance. ‘Let’s get out of here.’ Imand through
the link to my men. I’ve had enough of this ce for one night.
‘An early leave?’ Jose questions. ‘Did the beautiful bombshell decline?’
‘I don’t want her,’
‘So, is she open game?’ Jose pushes, making annoyance ripple through me.
‘No, cabrón, stop fucking around and let’s go,’ I snarl. Irritation shes through me at the thought of
her epting him. ‘I’m in the mood for blood. Let’s pick some hijos de putas to take out tonight.’
I’m almost at the door when Ruby, one of the strippers who work here, approaches me, batting her
thick fakeshes at me.
“Alpha, you look tense…” she whispers, raking one of her jewelled red nails down my chest. “Need
me to service you?”
I don’t respond, reaching over and squeezing her ass, which is d in a tiny red thong, for a couple
of seconds. “Not tonight,” I respond, delivering a sharp tap before letting go of her and walking out
of the doors and into the night, ready to unleash all my pent-up hell on some losers.