Caretakers Destiny I Found My Mate

✴️ Six Years Prior✴️

“Have you ever heard about the word, blue-balls?” Hunter inquired from Troy while struggling to zip up his trousers.

Troy, pretending as though he didn't see him rubbing his genitals, shook his head, and nodded simultaneously like a dullard.

“Listen, that means, leaving a person, usually a man, s*xually frustrated by denying or abruptly ending s*xual contact,” Hunter said, looking into his face for any relatable facial reaction.

“Oh,” Troy exclaimed with widened eyes, feigning as though he had just learned about the word. Of course, he had to act normal to avoid his wrath.

“Aren't you a man? Once in a while, don't you release yourself of some substance?”

“I… I… yes, I do.”

“The omega enjoys occasionally while the Alpha starves, isn't that interesting? Why don't you get me a beautiful woman?” He got up from his seat, having done his zipper.

Troy continued to listen to the Alpha since he feared to speak up.

“Say something, Troy! I need to release myself of worry,” Hunter said to Troy as soon as he began to retreat from the dining table.

“You are the Alpha, you can have whoever you want,” Troy said with a broad smile.

Three days after Hunter was issued a call-out, he decided to visit one of the clubs in Vegas to cool off. He had always been believed to be the most powerful and fearless of all his pack members. The very same day after he triumphed over his rival, Alpha Antonio of The Starfall Pack, he assumed the position of the Alpha and, hence, needed a successor.

As the fiery Alpha, Troy didn't know whether he required further suggestions. In other not to piss him off, he proceeded to change the topic of discussion.

“Sir, your cup of coffee is getting cold,” Troy said with fear in his eyes.

Hunter turned only his eyes to him, and he regretted saying what he had said. Troy was so lost that all he could do was apologize. “Sorry, my Alpha, I'm sincerely so…”

“Will you shut the fuck up? Is a cup of coffee a cure for blue-balls? Clear this table immediately, I'm passing the night at the clubhouse for the secret soirée.”

Hunter hawked and rubbed his neck. “Tell Beta Adolphus to get my Lambo on the driveway immediately.”

“At your service,” Troy bowed.

“Yeah, over there, I'll have enough of drinks and some good puss…” He paused, “What are you still waiting for?” He shouted out to Troy.

Troy ran off at once.

Having said that, he got up and made toward his bedroom to prepare for the night.

Coincidentally, Rosella also had a plan cooked up for the night. It was going to be her first time in the s×x working business. With her body-fitted lacy gown that revealed her hips and the tops of her breasts, she walked briskly towards The Roses Club to meet the man she had been chatting with on Tinder.

She stopped by a petite kiosk to get a cigarette paper for the marijuana in her bag. 'Tonight, I must make ten thousand bucks', she said, having admired herself before the aluminum glasses that were used in decorating the walls of the clubhouse.

There was a mask station directly opposite the club, she got her mask and put it on. At once, she rolled the paper, lit up the cigarette, and put it between her lips.

She sucked the pipe and gentle streams of smoke escaped between her succulent lips.

“Welcome ma'am, the owner of the club has ordered the waiters to give out to everyone any drink of their choice free of charge.” A man, not so handsome, told Rosella immediately after she had walked up to the door.

“Interesting, sir. May I have my identity batch?” She stretched her hand to his face.

“Don't bother, that's not necessary tonight.” He waved,

“Oh, really? Great!” Her eyes scanned the place, searching for Vladimir, the man she had come to meet.

“Excuse me,” She beckoned to the man who was still by the door. “I'm looking for umm…” She paused as soon as she spotted Hunter, walking in with two of his bodyguards. He was wearing a mask on his face!

“For whom, ma'am?” The curious man inquired.

“Nevermind,” She picked up three bottles of alcohol and walked away, leaving him at the door.