Alpha's Beloved Virgin Stripper

Jojo:

I was closing from my last job for the day and directly returned home.

The moment I stepped my right foot into the house, my aunt, the devil herself, waited in the center of her small living room. She was standing amongst her dead pieces of furniture, arms folded across her chest and eyes laced with disgust, fixed on me.

On reflex, I held on to the hem of my shirt.

I anxiously stood by the door, stiff as a board, waiting for her to speak.

"So you're finally back. Where's the money you earned today?" my aunt spat impatiently.

I swallowed. Despite my reluctance, I slowly reached into my pocket and took out the money I had worked hard for today.

In the blink of an eye, she snatched the money from my hand and counted it in front of me. Soon, she wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Is that all? You're not keeping anything from me, are you?"

Eyes wide with panic, I shook my head adamantly. "I wouldn't do that! That's really all I earned."

Aunt grunted coldly and stuffed the money into her pocket casually, grumbling, "You'd better not be lying to me. If I find out you've been squirreling money away, I'll be sure to teach you a lesson."

Thinking the worst was over, I cleared my throat and said cautiously, "Auntie, if there's nothing else, I'm heading to my room."

"Wait!" Aunt snapped, sending a chill down my spine.

I stopped abruptly in my tracks and turned to look at her.

She stared daggers at me, the malice in her eyes unmasked and unabashed. What did she want to say? Was something wrong? Did I anger her somehow? Why was she looking at me like that?

As I was racking my brains, trying to remember what I had done today, Aunt started to speak unhurriedly. "I got another bill from the hospital today."

My heart leaped to my throat.

My mother had been in the hospital for a long time now, and the hospital sent us a bill every month.

"But I don't want to pay for it any more," Aunt continued, sitting on the couch leisurely.

The news struck me like lightning. I fell to my knees and scrambled to her feet, begging profusely, "Please, Auntie! You have to keep paying my mother's medical bills. Please..."

But Aunt simply shook her head. Ignoring my pleas, she rolled her eyes and said, "I took you and your sister in years ago. I've done my part. If your idiot of a father hadn't beaten your mother until she got a brain hemorrhage, I wouldn't have been tied down by your damned family all these years!"

She paused for a while as if giving me time to let her words sink in. Then she urged, "So what do you want? Keep the vegetable alive or let the oxygen be removed, so we could have lesser bills to pay, or take up the bills yourself from now on because either way, I'm done wasting my money on her."

I stared at my aunt through a mist of tears and paused.

Mixed feelings surged in my heart. I wasn't ready to go through the agony and shock people who lost their families went through. I wasn't ready to lose my mother just yet.

In the end, I made up my mind. With tears in my eyes, I vowed, "I'll take up the bills, Auntie."

Aunt didn't say anything else. She simply went back to her room and slammed the door behind her.

I sat slumped on the floor for I didn't know how long.

When I was eleven years old, my life took a different turn when my dad cheated and beat my mother and I. He regretted being expelled from the pack for her and blamed her for everything.

When I tried to stop dad from slapping mother, he threw me directly at the boiler across the room. It flipped and rained the boiling content in it on my left palm, scalding there. It left an ugly red mark on my left palm, scarring me for life.

My mother was diagnosed with brain hemorrhage after that, an illness that rendered her invalid until date. My sister Valerie never experienced motherly care because of it.

It had been eight years since my sister Valerie and I were taken in by my Aunt Elowen.

At nineteen, I had worked so many part time jobs, it should have been illegal. Even with how hard I worked, aunt always found a way to take it all, insisting that I had to pay for the roof over my head. My mother stayed at the hospital receiving little or no treatment, just surviving. But now, she might lose her only chance to live. I couldn't just stand by and watch her life slip away!

I wiped the tears on my face with the back of my hand and forced myself to cheer up. I didn't have the time for self-pity. What I needed now was money-a lot of money. I stood up and although I had just gotten here, I left the house for my night shift.

When I was walking down the familiar path, I felt that someone was following me.

I turned around vigilantly. I couldn't help but spit out curses as soon as I recognized the man. The last person I wanted to see in the universe, Mykel, my cousin, stood in front of me. A lascivious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Over the past eight years, I had not only been maltreated by my aunt, but also sexually harassed by her two disgusting sons, Mykel and Lev.

I felt my skin crawl. I didn't feel good about this, any of it. He moved closer to me, my back was against the counter already.

"I know what's about to happen to your mom, Jojo. I came to make a deal with you. Let me have you this night, let me be the one to break that innocence. Then I'll pay off your mother's medical bills." He moved closer until he was face to face with me. I stopped breathing for a while. I could hear the rapid beating of my heart.

"No one would do it better, if not me. I would unwrap you like precious candy. It's always painful for the first time but I'll soothe your pain. I'll make your first time worth it. How much do you like my offer? Because I like it very much." He was whispering into my ear now and my body shook with both fear and disgust.

Before I knew it, he attacked me with one swift move and I fell to my knees in front of him immediately.

"Please Mykel, you don't want to do this." I hoped he would listen, even though I knew he never did.

"Suck me off Jojo, and I'll do what I promise. Fuck! You look damn good on your knees." He spat out.

In one swift move, he gripped me by my neck and pulled me closer to himself. He spun me around and pinned by back against his chest, while holding both my hands captive at my back, with his one hand. Bile rose up in my stomach, out of anger and spite, but I swallowed it back.

His dirty free hand rummaged through my body. The bastard squeezed my right breast hard. I closed my eyes and shuddered, fighting to shake off and wriggle free of his hold but failed.

The next thing I knew, I had my back against the ground and he was on top of me. I screamed with agonizing pain, I felt the skin at the back of my head split open.

"Bloody bitch!" He yelled. Saliva dropped from his mouth and landed on my face. I tilted my face to the right, before his palm came crashing down, hard against my right cheek.

He clasped his right hand around my throat and tore the upper part of my dress open with little or no effort.

"Mykel, stop!" I trued to punch him hard with my fists, but it did nothing, except excite him.

"Stop!"

"Damn Jo! You know I love it when you get feisty."

My screams and cries became inaudible, even to me. His laughter began to grow distant and his image slowly blurred away from my vision.

I was going to close my eyes and resign to fate, give it all up for once, when I felt a huge weight being lifted off my body. I tried to raise my head up, just to get a closer look.

Mykel was being flung towards the wall.

I narrowed my eyes, even as the sky began to spin in my head.

Was that...?

The man drove the first punch into Mykel's face.

A saviour?

Then the darkness came.

Lake:

Adrenaline rush. The one thing that made a man lose his mind and do things he swore he wouldn't do. Only, in my case, I had no problem pulling this ingrate and disgrace to the men of the world - which includes myself - from the top of the young lady, pinning him to the wall and generously delivering my fists into every inch of his skin my knuckles found worthy. His face was battered, eyes swollen and his good for nothing nose had taken a totally different shape. I clenched my right fist harder and drove it into his stomach. I watched him scream in pain, like a fucking pussy.

The bastard.

"Alpha Lake! Lake!" The familiar male voice called from behind me and I sighed. I withdrew my fist from the man's face and stood still, turning my head backwards to catch a glimpse of my beta running towards me. That was the chance the ingrate got to dash away from my sight, into the night. The young lady still lay on the floor, but I did not look at her.

Kenji halted in front of me, lowering his hands to his knees and panting heavily. Made me wonder how long he had been running.

I cast my eyes towards the empty road, and back at Kenji.

"Great, you saved him." I muttered underneath my breath. I took a look at my knuckles, only to find them stained with the infidel's blood. Kenji stood straight and looked at me, his right brow corked.

"Is everything alright...?" His eyes traveled down to the woman on the floor.

"Do you know her?"

I looked away from him. So many questions.

"Yes and no."

No, I did not know her, but something about her had led me to this particular spot, this particular alley.

I had managed to excuse myself from the so called "annual gathering of billionaires". Where powerful Alphas and high ranked wolves gambled and played with whores for fun. I was there out of mere courtesy. When the noise grew too loud, I knew I had to leave.

I drew out a stick cigarette from the pack on the bowling table and stuck it into my mouth. I had quit smoking a long time ago, but I had to put up a show to be able to leave without raising brows. It was amazing how men could gossip.

I found the breeze of the night therapeutic. There were not many cars on the road by this time, neither were there pedastrians. It was just myself and I. Well, that is was until my wolf began to rumble and pace about restlessly.

I paused on my tracks in that moment. It was strange to see River act in such a way, especially since he had not spoken to me since I rejected our second mate.

Now, he was growling and gnarling, in hunger and anger. The next wave of wind that blew past me, carried with it a strong scent. I found myself sniffing the air, and that was when it hit me; alamandas and raspberries, a strange but intriguing mix of flavours. River was growing restless with every passing second. The strange scent I had picked up pushed me into deeper confusion. It was normal for me to pick up scents from afar, but this was too peculiar, to precise, too strong. It was the kind of smell that only one's mate could...

Mate?!

I shook my head and stuck my hands into my pocket.

Hell no. There was no way I could have had a third mate. I wanted to walk away and forget all about it, the noise from the bar must have messed up my head. But River wouldn't budge. Finally, I decided to follow his lead.

We took a left turn and walked straight ahead. With every step I took, the scent grew stronger until my eyes caught sight of her...or them. A man sat on top of her, she was pinned between his knees, crying out for help.

River gnarled and howled, sought to pick him up and tear him into unrecognizable pieces.

Yes, it was not a secret that I hated females. But, I hated the disgusting act of unconsenting sex more. Immediately, I moved closer and dragged the man by his collar, my left hand slid to the side and threw him against the brick wall. I rushed to him and delivered my first blow into his chest.

I was going to beat him, until he crumbled to the ground breathless, if Kenji had not given him a chance to escape.

"I have been searching for you. You had me all worried Lake." Kenji's voice pulled me out of my stream of thoughts.

"You've seen me now. Have the valet pull over to this side, I'm leaving."

I saw Kenji's eyes narrow at me.

"But the meeting..."

"You can have fun without me."

He did not speak again. He knew better than to banter words with me, everyone did.

I watched in silence as he picked up his phone before I turned my head towards the lady on the ground.

She must have been a whore, battling with a customer that wanted more, sad life. I picked up the sight of sky blue gloves on both hands and I scoffed. Was it some kind of fetish? Or was she a prude prostitute?

The valet arrived with my Tesla in a matter of minutes. I instructed him to get down and carry the lady into the car. I had started it, it was only wise that I finished it. He sat her at the back seat of the car and I found my way to the front and said bye-bye to Kenji.

The car took off with speed. I stayed quiet until we arrived at my private suite. Once again, I had the valet carry her out of the car and lay her down on the luxury couch in my room. It was too small to keep her neck steady, so I had him take her to the bed again.

After he left, I settled into the couch beside my bed as I looked down at her.

Fiery flames of red hair spread across my white pillow case, strands of it fell to her face, hiding her identity from my vision.

I still found it utterly ridiculous.

Why would the goddess give me a third mate? Why now? Why her? Well, rejecting this one would not be a problem, she was a mere whore after all. Once she was awake, I would get done with it and move ahead.

The glove on her left hand had slid down to her fingers, and that was when I saw it; the deep scar, obvious to my keen eyes. This didn't look like something that had been gotten tonight, or even recently, it was old.

Then, I couldn't help but wonder who she was, the story behind the scar. And why I had the strong urge to run my hands against it.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was in fact curious about this girl. I shook my head and shoved these silly thoughts to the back of my head. In any case, I was going to reject her. There was no need to trouble myself with her past. It would not have any effect on my decision after all.

I decided to deliver the blow in the morning as soon as she woke up. Then I shrugged and rose from the couch, heading towards my study.

Jojo:

My eyelids parted, much to my disdain, only to find my body flat against a soft mattress.

The fear that hugged my chest came after the stinging pain at the back of my head and the side of my left arm. The fear that Mykel had succeeded in having his way with me. I had lost the strength to fight him last night, and I suddenly passed out, so...

I shook my head vehemently as I struggled to sit up. Any iota of sleep that had remained, suddenly vanished from my eyes. I sprang up and lay my back against the head board. I looked down at my body and saw that I was fully dressed, relief washed over me like waves at the shore of the sea.

Mykel could not have touched me, because he could not own a bed like this. My green orbs traveled around the hexagonal room. Neither could he have a room like this.

If I wasn't with Mykel, then...where was I?

However, I didn't have the time to figure it out. I had to get back to work and had to do so fast.

I sprang up to my feet and rushed towards the glass sliding doors. I found it pretty fancy, but I did not stop me from hurling myself out of the room, without turning back. I ran through an array of rooms and corridors, and did not stop until I was out of the building.

I hailed a taxi and hurried to the restaurant I worked in.

At noon, the restaurant was bustling with customers. I walked to my designated table to take orders. Armani suits and Rolex wristwatches, I could tell these men were rich just by the scent of their cologne, and the cuffs of their sleeves. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Good day Sirs, can I take your orders?" I asked, flashing them my signature smile.

They both heads turned to look at me and my stomach's knot tightened immediately. I fought hard to stop myself from looking down at my feet by biting my lower lip gently. It happened whenever I got nervous around people. Men like this crept me out.

Men in general, actually.

"Hey, beautiful." The blond guy started. His eyes raked through my skin, looking me over and stopping at my name badge.

"JoJo," he recited.

"I'll have steak and baked potatoes. And a glass of cold orange juice."

I scribbled down his order, my eyes fixed on my notepad, deliberately avoiding any form of eye contact and looked over to the second man.

"Same order." He paused.

"Are you on the menu, though?" He spoke with confidence, the false sense that I would even be a tad bit interested in his nuisance, licking his lips.

I wanted to smack his face with the notepad in my hands. But, I broadened my fake smile and managed a retort.

"Unfortunately not, Sir. Would that be all?"

He nodded.

"If that would be all, I'll get your orders now."

I left their table. When I handed the orders in and waited for them, by the counter, my best friend Mel walked up beside me.

"Those kind of men pay a shitload amount of money for one night, JoJo. When are you going to stop rejecting them?"

"Never. Not in any of their wildest dreams Mel. I value my body." I bit back. Although it was true that I needed a lot of money quick, that didn't mean that I was willing to sell myself.

She scoffed and rolled her round eyes.

When it was time for the restaurant to close, I dragged Mel to the storeroom and told her about what had happened the previous night. When I was done, she was furious with Mykel, the scumbag who almost hurt me. In order to calm her down, I had to keep telling her that I was fine. Then her eyes were laddened with pity as she stared at me.

"Shit. I cannot believe you have to go through this at such age. I couldn't...I couldn't imagine it. But why didn't you tell the police? Mykel deserves to be punished," Mel said, pursing her lips unhappily.

"It won't do me any good to piss him off. I'll lose my job if he comes here and makes a scene, and I need this job more than anyone. My aunt decided to stop paying my mother's medical bills. I'll have to pay them myself from now on."

"JoJo, I wish I could help. Honestly, but I already used up most of my savings to redecorate my apartment..." She trailed off.

Both of us fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, she said. "You know Alpha Lake Rush, right? Well, Lake owns the biggest casino in the country, located in this city, of course and he is looking for... strip dancer to work for him. They could be paid up to three thousand dollars in one night."

The words strolled out of her mouth like it was just another normal word, like waitress, or doctor, or nurse.

"Strip dancing?!" I had to repeat it, I had to be sure.

She rolled her eyes so hard, I thought it ached her.

"Yes, Jojo Wyatt. Stripping. It's basically dancing on a pole. You took up ballet before, right? I think stripping won't be that difficult for you. And you need the money, so don't you dare say no."

This wasn't ballet, this was next grade whore activities.

"No." I spat out.

My conclusion was final. I made to leave for my second job; the automobile repair store I worked in, as a mechanic.

Even though many customers didn't believe it, I, a delicate and petite woman, was good at fixing cars. In fact, I was the best mechanic in our shop.

Today's car was a recent Tesla model, I could not be mistaken.

The man stood aside his car was definitely a pack leader, or worked directly under a pack leader.

After I finished my job, the man gave his car a short test run and then left me a generous tip . But, before I squeezed the money and tucked it into my apron, Mr Greg appeared from the blues, snatching everything from my hands.

"I'll consider this payment for the debt you owe me."

He disappeared back to his counter. Whatever iota of joy I had gotten from holding the money in my hands, vanished instantly.

I heaved a sigh and dejectedly made my way back home. I felt as though I had been up for two days straight.

To my surprise, when I reached the house, I found Valerie waiting for me outside.

I looked at her in confusion. "What happened, Valerie? Why are you standing out here in the cold?"

She lowered her head pitifully. "Auntie said that you hired someone to beat up Mykel, so she kicked us out. She even threw all of our stuff in the trash."

I froze, not knowing what to say for a moment. I had been so busy with my part-time jobs all day long. Mykel had almost raped me last night, but I didn't even have the time to feel angry at him. Aunt knew clearly that Valerie and I had nowhere to go. How could she do this to us?

I banged frantically on the door in a desperate attempt to change our aunt's mind.

Soon, Aunt opened the door angrily. "You beat up my son, you little bitch. How dare you make a scene here?"

"Please, I beg you. Don't put us on the street. I'll do anything... If not for anything, for the sake that we are your sister's..."

"I do not like to repeat myself, JoJo. If you don't want me to throw you out right now, leave!" She threatened and I saw my sister kneel from my periphery.

"Please, auntie. We'll pay you. I'll work, too and help my sister so we can pay you, please don't throw us out, we don't have anywhere to go to." Valerie joined in my pleas, kneeling beside me. It tore my heart to see her like this, it broke me.

Her promise made my heart bleed. She was so helpless, and there was nothing I could do.

My Aunt scoffed. "You? What can you possibly do? You're useless, even more useless than your good-for-nothing sister and I'm done putting up with the two of you. And I'm doing this not because of the little change your sister has failed to offer to me, but because I'm not going to stay here and watch this witch kill anyone in my family. You wanted to kill my son, right? And who's next? Me, probably? I'm even giving you a roof over your head and this is how you'll repay me?"

She threw her hands in the air, dramatizing every word that came out of her mouth.

"Since you aren't ready to leave, I'll have to throw you out." She matched towards us, and grabbed my little sister first.

"No!"

I yelled. I jumped up to snatch my sister away from her. She drove her elbow into my cheek and I drew back in pain. I could taste my own blood in my mouth.

Valerie's high pitched scream echoed in my ears. I jerked up, ignoring all my pains. I shielded her from the angry woman.

Elowen's hand hit my face and pushed me into the streets, into the cold, into the uncertainty of the dark night.

Valerie followed me and clutched my palm in a tighter grip, her little sobs filling the night's silence. We began to walk. I did not know where we were going, did not know what we were doing, but we walked. I turned my head to look back at the house.

Was this truly the end of the road for us?