Wicked Alpha, Defiant Luna

Dance with Fury

As the crowd around her began to thin, she kept dancing, seemingly oblivious to the distance people were putting between her and the rest. She loved dancing—while singing had never been her strength, the beat of the music was something she could lose herself in. But there was more to it than that—she was observing, studying the atmosphere, the people around her. And she was ready for whatever came next.

Her suspicions were confirmed when three men from Joyce’s table started toward her. She almost laughed at how predictable they were. She knew exactly what they had planned, and it made her wonder if Theo had given her a pre-test on Music—if he had, she’d have aced it. The men were following the script, hoping to make her an object of their desire, to humiliate her in front of the crowd. But she wasn’t about to play along.

When they reached her, she slipped effortlessly away, her movements so smooth they seemed choreographed. As one of them grabbed her hand, she slid away from them with the grace of a slippery eel, her sharp heels striking the ground with precision but not giving away her intent. She didn’t let them touch her, didn’t let them have the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. Instead, she continued to move, unfazed and unyielding.

It wasn’t about the dance. It was about showing them, and Joyce, that she was in control—no matter how hard they tried to pull her down into their twisted game.

She felt a twinge of irritation, but it quickly dissolved as her eyes lifted to meet a familiar face. He was standing across the room, seething with anger. His presence alone seemed to charge the air—she could almost imagine steam rising from his nostrils, his ears flushed red with frustration.

What is he doing here? Her mind raced, disbelief mixed with a twisted sort of amusement. Her husband. Theo.

A sly smile spread across her lips as she caught sight of him. She knew exactly how to bait him, to make him feel something. With a single movement, she swayed her hips, letting the motion draw his gaze as she locked eyes with him. The look she gave him was deliberate—seductive, teasing, as if she were daring him to approach.

Memories flooded back of a time when she would have never dared to be so bold, when her demeanor had been demure and reserved. But that woman was long gone.

Ethan’s father had given her access to his exclusive human club when she graduated, and from there, her life had taken a sharp turn. One of the showgirls had taught her the art of erotic dance and pole dancing, skills she’d perfected and used with lethal precision during her missions. It was a skill set that served her well and one she hadn’t expected to use again tonight—but it seemed fate had other plans.

In the past, she had been sweet, proper, and quiet. The kind of woman who kept her head down, who didn’t swear or draw attention to herself. But those days were behind her. The last nine years had molded her into someone else entirely. She had learned to work with men—ruthlessly, confidently. She had learned to wield her body and her charm like a weapon. The daring outfits, the sharp words—these were tools she had adopted to fit the life she had built.

What no one knew, not even Theo, was that at twenty-seven, she was still a virgin. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been tempted or offered, but she had always kept herself locked away, using her body only as a weapon for her missions. Tonight, however, she was playing a different game.

She swayed toward Theo, her movements calculated, sensual, erotic. It was a side of her he had never seen. The sweet Savannah he had known from their past—the woman who had once been unsure of herself, who had never been categorized as beautiful, stunning, or seductive—was gone. The girl who had struggled with her weight, with self-esteem, was a distant memory. Tonight, she was a woman in control, and Theo was the target of her game.

She had never danced like this for him before, never allowed herself to be this provocative in his presence. But now, with him watching from the sidelines, she wanted to show him what he had lost. She wasn’t the same woman he had left behind. And she intended to remind him just how much she had changed.

Savannah had always thought of herself as the “vanilla” flavor, compared to the bold, spicy personalities of her girlfriends. They exuded confidence and allure with their attention-grabbing appearances, while she often felt more subdued. But tonight, she was changing that narrative. She wore a hot pink tube mini dress that clung to her toned frame, paired with apricot pumps that added just the right pop of color. While the other girls tried to appear mature and sophisticated, Savannah embraced her youthfulness, letting it radiate through her style and energy. Her once soft baby fat had long been replaced by muscle, a testament to the hours spent in the gym, training her body to be as strong as her resolve.

When Joyce, with her commanding presence, motioned for a group of boys to approach, Savannah realized she couldn’t avoid them any longer. The familiar discomfort of being objectified flared in her chest, but she quickly hatched a plan to shield herself. Her gaze fell to Theo, and an idea struck her. Without thinking twice, she reached for his hand. Her grip tightened on him as she pulled him toward her, maneuvering him to wrap his arm around her waist from behind. She pressed herself back into him deliberately, her body language inviting, commanding his attention.

“Just follow my lead, damn you!” she hissed under her breath. “You’re ruining my mission by showing up here like some schoolteacher.”