The Lycan King Chosen Stripper

Zara's POV "The first rule is that you shouldn't fail to perform no matter what. Don't stop moving even if the club is on fire. It doesn't matter what you see, just move your hips and dance" It has been three whole years of my life, and I finally comprehended why that was the only rule in the club. The whole place became rowdy, and I could tell a fight had broken out. I was so used to it that I didn't even flinch. Gunshots soon accompanied the whole commotion. It normally took the warriors outside about ten minutes to resolve the issue, but the whole commotion lasted for twenty minutes. I threw my head backwards in distress, when I heard howling from outside. It was obvious it had gone beyond the control of the warriors. Huge black wolves dived into the club, running for their dear lives. The whole place was turned upside down, as the sound of glass crashing against the floor could be heard. All this didn't stop me from performing, as I quietly stood in a corner waiting to perform. But, the newbies, in the heist of things, forgot the only rule, and they paused their dance. Their faces became pale, as their bodies froze, before they eventually jumped down from the stage, letting out screams. They reminded the experienced dancers why the stage was the safest place in the club in such situations. The black wolves ran after the women, and pounced on them. I swear I only blinked for a second when I saw blood everywhere. Their faces had been torn so badly by the claws of these wolves, that they were almost unrecognizable. Only the human clients were escorted to safety, while the rest sat down quietly, and rage filled me, while I saw a smirk escaping from one of their lips. They sipped their drinks like nothing was happening. After all, being unconcerned gave a lot of happiness to our clients. It really didn't matter what creature it was, werewolves, vampires, humans or even demons. They took pride in watching others suffer. This club was meant for only the rich and influential, those people whose names can decide the destiny of another. Lucas, the club manager, only cared about money and fame, every other thing was trash to him. And that was the reason only people with huge bank accounts, high social rankings or even both were the people allowed in the club. The clients who trooped in, were mostly mateless. But tonight was very different. I guess the clients discovered that it was best to leave the so-called rogues' alone. These were a set of werewolves that were banished or exiled from their pack. They were always given a forced star tattoo on the back of their right palm. This was usually given using a metal object shaped like a star. The metal object would be heated on fire, and then pressed on the defaulted wolf. It was like a sign to tell other werewolves that they were already a bullseye to a particular pack. Although it is commonly done in packs. Only the Lycan King, the Dorian Louvre, had the right to imprint two stars on his enemies. And these rogues possessed these two stars. I could only wonder why these wolves would dare to cross his path. From the rumors I heard, he didn't even have a heart beating in his chest, and could kill an army of fifty wolves with just his bare hand. The client would occasionally stare at the women, with absolutely no emotion in their eyes. "This is your last warning. Listen next time" one of them murmured. The rest of the dancers couldn't even move a bone in their body. " How can you be so calm about this??" Kendra, a dancer, asked me, as she began to tear up. "Those girls are like family to us!" Did she just say I am calm? She had no idea what was going on in my mind, if she did. The word calm, wouldn't even cross her mind. "That's the second rule. Be unconcerned". It was useless to explain my fear to her. "Only the clients know about this rule. But, the rogues?" She was stunned. "It doesn't really matter. The Lycan king's pack members know about the rule. They are our top clients". I wiped her tears with my thumb. " I'll do it first, then you follow next. You have to stop crying. Customers don't appreciate tears. I calmed her down. "Kendra, trust me, you do not want these people to lose interest in you", I reminded her. She shook her head. She was one of the best performers, but right now, not even her hands could move, let alone her hips. "Fix yourself, you still have time " I advised. She reached into her tiny purse, took out some makeup, and fixed her face on it. All I wanted to do was run away from reality, but I dared not to. I didn't choose this part like Kendra and the other dancers. It struck twelve at midnight, and a sheer smile appeared on my face. I knew it was my turn to perform. It was time to give myself out as a prey. The longer I took, the more I could hear them grunt out of impatience, as they tapped the wine glass continuously. Fear could be detected in the blood of every dancer, but they wore the biggest smile on their faces. They took a bow, and went on stage to entertain the human clients on the first floor. I sucked in as much air as I could, preparing myself. Eliza, my stage name, was announced. I tossed my fur coat on the floor, the cat walked backstage, in a revealing gold dress. It was my fifth and final show for the night. I clenched my fist, as I found myself entertaining people who feasted on me with their eyes. Lust visible in their eyes, as they scanned my body with their deep glares. The satisfied look on their faces when the name "Eliza" was introduced, made goosebumps appear on my skin. I forced a smile, and swayed my hips around the pole. I was counting down the time in my head. If the rogues refuse to be calm in the next five minutes, then I'll have to break rule number two. I couldn't see Lucas anywhere, but I knew he was lurking around. I could feel his anger in the air. I could only hope the matter would die down, or else a crisis would erupt. I had only thirty seconds left from the five-minute countdown when Lucas revealed himself in a corner of the club. He grinded from chin to chin, and I knew the danger beneath his smile. Three seconds, two… One second into the countdown, the boisterous club attained calmness. A tall man in a completely dark suit walked in. His footsteps were the only thing that could be heard at that point. Every wolf got on their feet, so carefully they didn't make a sound. They took a bow, and I acted as though I had no idea who he was. The Dorian Louver was like the devil. Tempting, yet repelling. He wasn't dangerous, he was danger itself. His aura made the air almost breathable, as the scent of raw masculinity could be picked up from him. He pranced like he owned the place. His pack members trolled behind him, masking his steps. The only encounter I had with him was over five years ago, and all I had was a glimpse of him, from a far distance. But that jawline and deep green eyes will never leave my memory. Dregon's warriors picked up the rogues like handkerchiefs, dragging them out. It didn't take long for me to pick up the scent of blood in the air, the scent intensified and reality stung me. The rogues had been unaware. Medical personnel ran to the aid of the dancers, who were badly hurt, yet they still struggled. Dregon popped out a cigarette, comfortably sitting at the entrance table, while the rest of the wolves were visibly uneasy. He was yet to accept their greeting, and no one dared to take their seats, to continue watching me dance. I was delighted that I didn’t need to see their perverted faces, since they had their faces down to the floor. Dregon didn't even glance at the rest. His gaze was fixed on me, as I ran my hands over my blossoms. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. There was a huge distance between us, but the moment our eyes met, I believed we were sharing the same breath. I swallowed hard, as his gaze fell on the lower part of my body. Dregon was indeed powerful and alluring, but that wasn't the reason I had goosebumps. It was the desire in his eyes, as though wanting to swallow me whole. Many men have looked at me like that so many times, yet I never felt so terrified, until that night. I almost lost balance on the floor, and I could feel my chest swelling. Hell broke loose when I heard my name escape his lips. "Eliza" I quivered. His deep and suave voice sank deep into my bones. My hips almost stopped swaying, but something forced me to keep moving. The lethal radiance in his eyes showed he knew the effect he had on me, especially my body. The moment Eliza escaped his lips, despite it not being my real name. I could swear the only thing I heard was a beeping noise in my head. This was his first time at the club. How did he know my name? My instincts kicked in, and the only thing I could hear was Run Zara! Run!!.