The Stripper's Rejections

A Night With A Mafia

It was the next morning.

As the gentle rays of sunshine seeped into her room and caressed her slumbering beautiful face, angered footsteps could be heard from a distance.

Soon, the door to a not-so-spacious and poorly furnished room that's Dominique's was pushed open aggressively from the other side.

The roughness of it was more than enough to wake anyone, but on that particular morning, Dominique couldn't be bothered by the noise.

It was surely Maeve, and predictably, the happenstance of a few hours ago vexed her.

“I know that you're not sleeping, Dom. Wake up!” Maeve shrieked like a hurt banshee, yet her sister's eyelids remained unmoved.

“You're not going to explain yourself? Dominique, you must be the biggest screw-up I've ever seen in my f*****g life! That was the Alpha King! — His Royal Majesty, Vincenzo D'Arcy, that you so foolishly rejected! The f*****g ruler, and most superior being in the entire Nation, Dominique! Yet… you rejected him so… thoughtlessly!” Maeve's words were angering, but lying now wide awake on the bed, Dominique was unfazed.

Her gorgeous blue eyes were pinned on the dusty ceiling while listening to Maeve — she wasn't wrong at all.

The whole Nation at this point already considered her as the biggest fool existing, didn't they? The possibility of her being excessively hated was also high — in their eyes, a rouge-like herself disgraced the Alpha King.

Who knew what was in store for Dominique?

“This Pack was responsible for our parents' deaths, do you remember Eve?” Softly, she spoke from the bed, and Maeve's lips tightened sadly.

“Years back and after collecting such an insane amount of money from those motherfucking loan sharks, both dad, and mum were found dead in the woods, remember that, Eve? And who was towering over their headless bodies? Seth f*****g D'Arcy!” Dominique clenched her jaw as tears accumulated in her eyes.

Maeve was already shedding silent tears — their parents' deaths didn't matter to the loan shark and since then, the sisters' lives have been nothing but pathetic.

Truly, the D'Arcy family entailed heartless murderers — every last one of them. So yes, Dominique's reason for rejecting the Alpha King was understandable.

A sigh fell off her lips as she got down from the pressed mattress known as her bed, and then walked to Maeve.

Her nightwear has always been underwear and an off-shoulder silk singlet.

“Enough with the shitty tears, okay?” Maeve was pulled into a pacifying hug, with her short hair being stroked sweetly.

“We gon survive every s**t the world has to throw at us. I just need you by my side — that's all I want. f**k the Alpha King…”

Once they disengaged, Maeve smiled tearfully at her — what would have life been without Dominique by her side?

“I apologize for yelling at you — was just f****d up”

“That ain't s**t. I'll head over to work now. See you later!” A deep forehead kiss was placed on Maeve's before Dominique headed for the bathroom.

Dragging her feet towards the bed, she sat dejectedly on it and immersed in thoughts. After Dominique fearlessly rejected the Alpha King, and so publicly, the populace were f*****g infuriated.

And Vincenzo himself was…

“We're f****d Dominique, and you have no idea”

********

The clubhouse was bustling like hell!

Cladded in a simple maxi dress that hid her curves, Dominique gaped at it and then sighed. It was nighttime — perhaps close to midnight, and throughout the day, she's been working her ass off.

The wolfless she-wolf works at 3 different jobs just to make ends meet, and sadly enough, there still isn't enough money to pay off the loan sharks.

“I'm so screwed” She let out a sigh and then went into the massive club. Her performance would commence in half an hour or so, and she needed to get ready.

However, Dominique was walking to the dressing room when someone emerged from behind her.

She did pick up his scent, but before she could make a move, her nose was stuffed aggressively by a handkerchief.

Easily, she was overpowered and within some seconds of pressing it hard on her nose, strength left her body.

Once her body went limp, Kingston smirked victoriously.

“Surprised ya so easy to overpower, b***h” With a bandaged right arm, he heaped her unconscious body in his arms and then made his way toward room 69.

There, he met Zoey, dressed in her usual wear, at the room's door.

“Great job. Hand the b***h over” Sharply, it was done, and while Zoey took her in, Kingston scurried the f**k out of there.

“Forgive me Dom, but this world ain't nice”

*

The venomous smoke that filled her nostrils thrived in bringing her system back to consciousness. Once those elongated eyelashes of hers were parted, her blue eyes beheld a room.

The dimmed lights of the room didn't matter, since her wolf vision helped her a lot — this was a hotel room.

“Kingston, that crappy bastard!” Recalling she perceived his scent before passing out, Dominique was sure her boss was behind all this.

But why? — why would he do this to her after their agreement? He's an asshole yet throughout her years of stripping, he hadn't drugged her.

Whosoever had Kingston agreed to do this bullshit for? While contemplating, Dominique realized that her wrists were chained.

The bed stand was quite high, and her two wrists were placed there wide apart — she hated it.

There were silver cuffs but being wolfless, it affected her strength a little.

Yet to figure out how to get the hell out of there, a creak was heard — someone was coming in.

Pretentiously, she shut her eyes and then went back to sleep as he emerged from the bathroom.

His nudity was concealed by a mere towel, and because of a bath, that nude upper body of his drenched in water was… Mouthwatering.

Surely, a mafia was bound to have a ripped body, but his? It was undeniably impressive, and those brown eyes of his, although seemingly void of emotion, held lust and eagerness.

Lord Rosario was f*****g impatient to bury himself into this stripper.

“She's a beauty…” Advancing closer to her, his eyes once again roamed through her face.

Her plump and somewhat reddish lips were too tempting to be overlooked, so leaning in, claimed it softly. The faint taste of strawberry drove him crazy with lust, and he gradually, mounted on the bed.

Dominique was grateful her outfit was a baggy maxi dress, and seemingly, he was more interested in ravishing her lips.

When he slid his tongue sensually into hers, and his right hand caressed the crook of her neck, Dominique felt stranglely... aroused.

‘What the hell's wrong with you!’ Inwardly, she scolded herself, yet her body heated up drastically. Something wasn't right.

Their lips made a cute sound when he disengaged but moved to her neck.

Meanwhile, Dominique's lengthy right hand had succeeded in grabbing…a bottle of wine placed in the drawer next to the bed.

The instant his fangs came into view, he…bit the flesh of her neck deeply.

“f**k!” Dominique helplessly blurted in pain while violently bringing the bottle directly to his head.

The content poured out instantly, as the glass shattered. “Damn…!”

Although his voice screamed out in pain, it was highly attractive, yet Dominique didn't have the time for that. Quickly, her wrists slid out of the cuffs, then pushed him from her.

He was still conscious, and when she stood up and then gaped at him, Dominique's eyes widened and her body went pale in fright.

This…this… this was Lord Rosario!

Lord f*****g Rosario! — the deadliest kingpin of the Nation was trying to r**e her?

“N-n-no! This can't be happening!” Dominique's slightly swollen lips trembled in immeasurable fear, then dashed out of there.

The bleeding Rosario in pain merely watched her panic and then rush out with a smirk on his lips.

Dominique, fortunately, met no one in the hallway while running out of there with her dress flowing behind.

However, she did bump into someone yet could only make out of her intense feminine perfume but didn't even stop to think.

“f**k it, I'm screwed! I'm screw, I'm screw! I'm f*****g screwed!!”

Dominique, now on her bike and driving speedily back home with an abnormally thudding heart muttered countlessly.

That was Lord Rosario!

She broke a bottle on Lord Rosario's head! What if he finds out her location? — no, he was as lethal as the Alpha King, so yes he's going to find her.

“This s**t isn't supposed to be happening! Just why?” Tears were already slipping down her eyes, and ruffling her flowing hair, noticed something.

A bite mark was on the crook of her neck — this was done by him, but why?

“We need to leave this part of the Nation unless… I'll be killed” Dominique, arriving at the home she shared with her sister, slowed down her bike.

But there was no house.

Only the smell of burnt wood, and ashes — her house had been burned down.

“M-M-Maeve! Maeve!” Hysterically and quite raucously, Dominique jumped from her bike and then rushed to the ashes.

Nothing was left — everything was burnt to the ground. Who did this? And most importantly…

“Where's my sister? Maeve! Dear God, no — Maeve!” Dominique's body trembled uncontrollably, and her legs gave way.

She went on her knees with tears unceasingly rolling down her eyes.

“No! This…this…!” large balls of tears continuously came down her cheeks, and, feeling like the most miserable person on Earth, cried uncontrollably.

“Ma… Eve…!” Dominique abruptly noticed an ashy letter on the ash-covered floor and with shaking hands, grabbed it.

‘Your sister's safe — get your ass to the Royal Palace….’

“Th-the Alpha King did this!???!”