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Chapter 4: The Club

I felt the space on my left bounce a little as I sat on the class-A couch, something I had first assumed the club could not afford given its location in the middle of the woods. It was my first time being here, but it wasn't my first time pretending to be a club employee. To complete the tasks assigned to me, I performed nearly all of the jobs that anyone could imagine at a bar.

"Nervous?" a woman seated next to me asked with a charming accent.

Her golden complexion, complementing her brown eyes, and her auburn curly hair that fell to her waist made her look stunning. She tapped her gold heels on the ground and said, "Yes," with all honesty.

"It's normal because it's your first time setting foot here," the woman said, extending her hand. "I'm Lynne, by the way."

"Florence," I said, taking her hand.

Lynne grinned and said, "Such a wonderful name for a gorgeous face."

I simply smiled, not trusting the words that came out of her mouth. I was aware of how I appeared and how, occasionally, my beauty may be advantageous, yet it can also bring frustration.

"You're not much of a talker, are you?" Lynne continued.

"I'm just nervous," I replied.

"Okay, then you should let that stress out before we go to the stage because you don't want to trip walking up there, do you?" Lynne chuckled before leaving me alone.

I let out a sigh and leaned back on the backrest, keeping my eyes closed to shield myself from the brilliant light emanating from the specially built light bulb on the ceiling directly below me.

This was only the second time I had been out of the prison cell they had put me in since the attack, and Austin's men had brought me to their hideout. I wasn't bothered by it because I was accustomed to being locked up and had genuine patience for it. I felt at peace with the image of seeing Sara rushing towards my house before I was shoved into a car as we left the pack.

I simply hoped that the girl was okay right now and that she was with my friend, Percival. For a week, I was confined to a cell, and each day, more women were added to the space, squealing and sobbing and crying, giving off the idea that they were abducted. Although I was the first one to arrive at the prison cell, I ended up being the last one to be released. I overheard one of the men who had dragged me out say that the money they had taken from the ladies was insufficient. I couldn't see where the hell we were because I was wearing a blindfold the entire time.

I had only just met the club's owner, Madam Barbara, and was only just made aware of the significance of this particular night because it was the day the Alphas would be making their picks. A clear reason why I was imprisoned for one week. Austin, that asshole, awaited this time.

Once I have the chance, I will make sure to kill them.

Everyone turned to hear the enthusiastic announcer's peppy announcement, "Going once, going twice, sold!" as it echoed around the spacious dressing room.

“Tiffany has been sold for $500,000 to the Alpha Seth of the Silver Crescent Pack,” the announcer continued.

As the current batch was being bid on like an item, I noticed the women who would be auctioned off with me gathering around. The mirrors in the 18 makeup stations showcased their curvaceous figures. The inside perimeter lights of the mirrors cast a gentle, radiant brilliance on the fair skin of the women, highlighting their beauty.

“Wow, the btch did succeed in earning a hundred thousand dollars."

“She's not even pretty."

“Isn't he supposed to pick between us?!"

It was one of the frivolous side remarks around me. Something I couldn't blame them for. Alpha Seth was a well-known Alpha in our world. His pack had a reputation for being large and powerful.

Ignoring them, I shifted slightly as I took in the ladies, each of whom had a curved body and nearly ideally shaped features. We were all dressed in lean gold gowns. With a little amount of material knotted to the upper arm, the upper half exposed almost all of their chest, leaving just their breasts covered. A long, lean skirt with multiple slits, exposing some more of their skin. They were holding naturally sensuous looks with their red lips.

The other door of the dressing room was suddenly thrown open, revealing the smiling face of Madam Barbara, the club owner. The hefty and bright colors of her makeup gave the elderly woman a buffoonish appearance.

Madam Barbara turned to us and said, "Oh my, oh my, the Alpha King has arrived! I didn't think he would come today, but this is my lucky day!"

The other ladies in the room cheered at the news, some of them pursed their lips in anticipation, while my countenance changed to one of horror and a muttered curse.

"Shit," I swore under my breath.

What the hell is that dude doing here?

I never see that man in person. Being a pureblooded Lycan and the leader of the royal pack known as Moonstone Pack—the pack of Lycans—the Alpha King was regarded as the strongest man in our world.

Because of their kind, they are well-known. Although we share the ability to transform into wolves, Lycans, and werewolves are different from one another. The Lycans were superior to them. Because of this, we have had an Alpha King ever since the beginning of time. They give rules and keep the packs in line.

The words of the Alpha King were the law, and so was the decision of the Werewolf Council, which was handled by Elders or the old werewolves and came from the ancient line of Shifters.

The only reason I was still alive at all was because of a Lycan who died protecting me during my last mission, which also made me a wanted person for a crime I didn't commit. Everyone was thinking I was the one who killed him.

"Now, you will be displaying this jaw-dropping body of yours on the stage, so be ready, ladies!" Madam Barbara said, glancing at me for a split second, and smiled knowingly, before waving her hands at the ladies and making her way out of the room.*

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