The Alpha King Is A Sleeping Beauty

CHAPTER ONE

The Whore's Spawn

/-Jade-/

"Come here, you little whore! Dance for us..." Hands were all over my body, pulling me in different directions, even before I got to the pole.

Bile rose up my throat as my skin prickled with disgust.

"Don't you want money, I have lots of it," another drunk slurred, showering me with wads of cash. His fellow vile wolves laughed. Of course, they saw nothing wrong with harassing a stripper.

I stopped in my tracks as he smacked he smacked my ass with his money.

"Go on, little slut. Get on your knees and pick them up. We know you need the money," another laughed.

I could feel the sting in my eyes as the tears began to form, my fists clenched by my side.

"Get down you worthless whore!" Someone shoved me to the ground. "Grovel on the floor and pick as much as you can. Give us a fine view of that ass..."

I gulped hard. They were right. I needed the money. Otherwise, my uncle would kill me.

My hands set to work, picking as much as I could but that only gave these disgusting men access to my body. They touched me, everywhere, groped wherever they wanted as I gathered as much of the money as I could.

I shut my eyes, pretending these rowdy men were not molesting me. That this was all a horrifying imagination.

I reached for the last note but a foot stepped on it. I looked up slowly.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. I think we have done our parts, it's time to make us happy, don't you think?" The man grinned, grabbing my hair.

I tried to pull back but I was shoved forward. "Don't resist. Didn't Alissa teach you anything?"

At the mention of that name, anger coursed through my veins. It was rapid and almost blinding.

"You'd expect more from the daughter of a pack whore," He went on and in that moment, I saw red.

I forgot that this was the biggest and most expensive bar in town. I forgot that the drunk ass disgusting bastards here were elites and distinguished members of the pack. All I could see were foul-mouthed assaulters.

Just as my anger was reaching its brim, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his member.

"Maybe we should give the whore's spawn the lesson her mother failed to give her," he said and they cheered. A hand forced my head down, while others held my hands so I wouldn't escape.

He grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth wide open and pushed his member.

"Now suck on it, like a good girl. Don't struggle," he said, pushing himself into my mouth. I struggled to free myself from their grip and he slapped me.

"I. Said. Don't. Struggle."

I knew no one here would come to my rescue. Not even the manager. They were big on keeping the customers happy. Aside from that, my mother had quite a reputation in the RedClaw pack, so no one really cared what happened to me.

A stripper born of a whore was no different from a whore herself. I was a nobody, a fatherless bastard, born to satisfy their dirty fantasies. And my uncle made that possible.

"Good girl. If your mother had been this obedient, maybe she would have still been alive."

That was the final straw. I opened my mouth and bit down on his member as deeply as I could. He let out a scream and all hands left me.

I didn't let go of him. I was going to rip it off.

"Get off me!" He yelled, punching me in the face but I refused to let go. These were one of those times I wished I had my wolf. I would extend my canines and rip him apart in an instant.

The bar was in panic as he cried.

"Get her off! Get her off!!" He sobbed, and the men charged at me, grabbing me from all directions, but it only made my job easier, and he wailed.

They stupidly applied more force and subsequently aided me in ripping it off. His screams tore through the building as blood gushed out.

They let go of me, rushing to him as I spat his dick out. Without hesitation, I ran. I didn't dare stop to catch my breath or even look back.

I ran all the way home.

On getting to my uncle's house, he eagerly got off the couch, waiting to collect my earnings of the day, but his expression dropped when he noticed I was empty-handed.