Maid For Her Alphas

Episode 5 - To Seduce A Werewolf

Uncle Maska was so impossible. He had just gotten back to the Zang pack and he had not expected this level of degeneration and corruption. The pack building was built in order or the humans around them not to go against them. It was a place for all werewolfs to come together and act as a force and ensure their presence never goes out of the society. It was for them to form a voice.

But Alan was appalled at the level of decay, to add insult to the injury. He had learnt of the underground business where top politicians and businessmen from all around the city come for s****l favours of virgins within the pack.

Of course, his uncle had paid the police to look the other way as the business prospered and bloomed.

It had taken his uncle falling sick and not being able to rule for him to call Alan home to retake his rightful position as the Alpha of the Zang Pack. Alan’s parents had died from a plane crash when Alan was younger. This was what made his uncle take over as the Alpha of the pack while Alan studied abroad.

But judging by what Alan saw since he got back, he was not willing to relinquish control to his uncle. Though that might be hard. His uncle had succeeded in training loyal men who all answered to him, while Alan had none.

The only men he knew who would serve him with their lives were his friends, Julian, and Eddie.

Arrogant billionaire pricks, Allan called them. They had all schooled together. Though they did not come back with him and Allan could not wait to convince them to leave their school abroad. Knowing them, they would do anything to stay with him. Their bond was really close.

Uncle Maska had completely left their original and legal business of transport and the fruit plantation. And had gone into the flesh trade.

By evening, Alan’s brain was set on hot. He had to cool himself down with something. He ordered a chilled drink. The drink came in at the same time as his personal ear and leg. Paulo, a man who had fast stuck to Alan the day he entered he had given him wads of notes as a thank you for packing his car.

Alan took his drink and emptied it into his stomach. He dropped the cup back on the tray, waved off his secretary, and focused on Paulo. Paulo was an average height werewolf with the worst dress sense, which made him look dangerous than he actually worse.

“So what’s the news, Paulo?” Alan asked; he had tons of work to do. And he was going to start with the cleanup of the biker thugs that drank and smoked to a stupor in the name of being a tough werewolf. He itch to drive it into their brains that that was not why they were shape shifters.

He was smiling broadly.” You will like this, Alpha.”

“I'd better do, otherwise you will find yourself regretting coming into my office to disturb me on such a busy day as this. It’s late already, and I am so hungry,” Alan explained, fixing him with a look.

“Remember the last time we were at that restaurant,..”

Alan could never forget. “The one I was unfortunate to ask you to take me to…” He prompted. Paulo must have leaked his identity as the waiter that served them was so clumsy his anger rose with each second he had managed to stay seated, though their food matched his taste buds.

“Yes, that one,” He said all smiles.

“What about it?” Alan asked, getting bored. He didn’t have the time to chit-chat with a werewolf who lived off charity. He believed in hard work, an honest one. A flash of a beautiful smile and gorgeous skin flashed in his face. He snapped out of it when he saw that Paulo was looking at him expectantly if he expected a reply of some sort.

“What about the restaurant?”

“She is here,” He said with an air of mischievousness.

“Who?” Definitely not. The tempting waitress that had stared him down like he owned her world. No way, she looked so innocent, she will never step into a place like the Zang Pack. She was so naive, innocent and all virgin, he was sure of that. He could smell her excitement as she stared at him that day. Her eyes had been so fixated and there was something familiar about her too, though he could not recall where he had seen her. But he was sure he had seen her somewhere.

“That girl, the one with the curves that shakes your world. “

“Oh shut up, she does not,” Alan denied unsuccessfully.

“You deny it all you want but she is here. She is at the underground auction.”

Alan’s eyebrow creased in confusion

“Why would she be here?”

Paulo smiled quickly, launching into her story “ My friend brought her, she needs urgent money to pay up some debt. Poor girl. But she is looking so hot. I thought you might be interested.”

“Get out of my office” Allan shouted at him, his hands tight in a fist . Paulo didn’t need a second prompting. He scrambled out of the room.

It was either he stuck to him, closing down the underground business thing, and ignore being the prince charming to the girl he liked. He had felt instant likeness for her ever since he had seen her. She was innocent and untouched and hadn’t allowed the darkness of the world around her to seep into her skin.

Knowing that she was a virgin further rose her prestige in his eyes. And she had the curves in all the right places. He loved women with thick curves, that he could hold onto and plunge into with all abandon.

He had left off attempting to woo her because she was an innocent; he could see it in her ears, the fear they held at being close to him, the smell of her skin and the way she responded to him.

Closing his eyes in pure rage, Alan stood up and left the office. The thought of another man kissing that skin he had admired was just enough to make him explode.

Paulo was waiting for him outside the door, smiling sheepishly when he saw him.

“I knew you were going to come around. She is too sweet to pass up.”

Alan ignored him and bade him lead the way. Most wolves they encountered all left his way as Alan was feared. And they all knew he didn’t encourage their activities like his uncle did. They were all weary of him and he of them.

The underground auction venue was filled to the brim. Alan did a quick sweep of the men. From their attire and the large amount of money in front of each man, he could tell these were men of substance.

Naked women were dancing on pools around the large room. The men were looking hungrily their eyes laced onto a spectacle on stage.

The room went silent as he entered, as he was duly recognized, the manager of the underground ring was her uncle’s best friend, they were the same age and had both taken over the pack when his parents died in his stead. Uncle Jocka.

He came down with his guards in tow, and the guests parted ways as Uncle Jocka walked up to him.

“Finally, you are present in our ring. I wonder what brought you in here, Alan.” They all laughed as Alan looked sheepish.

He almost regretted coming in, but he had never felt something this strong about a girl before; he needed to confirm this one. But his plans were to himself.

“He must have seen a pretty flower in our garden,” Uncle Jocka laughed, his voice the loudest. Alan laughed along gently. It was only a matter of seconds before Uncle Maska knew he had shown up at the ring.

“Alright, let’s leave him. He should be allowed to choose confidently among the women in here.” The laughter rose again. Uncle Jocka gave him a knowing look and left him alone.

The auction started in earnest. He looked around them all, all sleazy old men. Alan was determined to ensure the underground ring closed down.

Uncle Maska knew his return was not good; the Cold War was on.

But he had a more principal issue, no girl should sell herself, even though he could not save them all, he could still save this one.

Alan waited patiently for it to be her turn, and the bidding began, she was a hot cake with the clothes she wore and her figure, the men in there were ravenous.

He bidded above them all and took her out of there, the faster the better. He helped her away from the ring and into his car.

He sat her down gently in the car and drove off, not even sparing her a look.

He drove straight to the Zang Pack mansion house, helped her down, and removed her blindfold.

That was when the face really hit him. It was the little scared rabbit that followed him around in middle school. Always so shy, watching him and yet never makes eye contact. Just like she was doing now, her eyes were on her feet and not facing him.

Alan raised her face up with his own. They were stormy and lined with tears. Fat, big globes that were ready to drop.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked gently.

She nodded quickly. The tears falling. “ I am sorry. I am really sorry. I really need the money, I will do it please. ”

“But you don’t like what you are going to do to get it?” Alan pressed further. He didn’t remember him ever being so chivalrous when it came to having s*x with a girl, especially one who fascinated him so much, but there was just something about her that drew him. She was nothing but a scared rabbit that the wolf in him would love to have for dinner.

“I do” She said slowly, trying to look away from him, she would not even make eye contact.

Alan sighed, resting his back against the car door.

“If you say so, come on, lets go in. I need to work your body for its money’s worth.” Alan smiled, placing his hands on her back. She shivered, placing one foot ahead of the other.

Things were bound to get interesting this night..