The Stripper Alpha

r demanded my attention. Her white, fair skin glowed under the room's warm light, and even with her long, black hair pulled into a tight bun, there was an effortless grace about her. It wasn't just

iss a beat. It was clear she remembered the club. The kiss. "I know what happened between us," I said, keeping my face neutral. "I was doing a job. I didn't know it was you. But you can't keep reacting like this every time you see me." Her eyes widened, anger flashing in them, but she held her ground, taking a small step back. "What were you doing there, Alpha Ashvin?" she demanded, her voice lowering. "Isn't that-" She stopped, unable to finish, but the implication hung heavy in the air. "I promised to help find your family," I said firmly. "That's all the help you'll get from me. Nothing more." The words tasted bitter, but I needed to remind myself of my place. Whatever I had felt for her needed to die here and now. For two years, I had kept those feelings buried, and I intended to keep it that way. She was a little girl untainted by the woes that surrounded the world. I was the one who fought battles and killed as many enemies as needed. Her face twisted with confusion, but I couldn't let myself linger. I turned and walked away. As I glanced back, I saw Asael standing with her, speaking softly. His voice seemed to ease her, and for the first time in days, I saw a small smile curve her lips. She was better suited for him. She always had been. "Ashvin?" My father's voice pulled me back. I turned to where he sat, my beta Kai standing close beside him. Kai whispered something to him, then stepped back as I approached. "What did you say to him?" I mind-linked Kai, narrowing my eyes. "You'll find out soon," Kai replied, his tone clipped. "There's something suspicious about the Darkeast pack," my father began. "On the day of the attack, e