The Triplet Alphas’ Private Stripper

Riley’s POV My hands trembled as I tried to apply my lipstick, the tube slipping slightly in my unsteady grip. Getting ready in the general dressing room always made me so anxious and nervous, the crowded space filled with the chatter and laughter of the other girls. They never made it easy, their critical glances and whispered comments amplifying my nerves. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to shut out their voices, focusing instead on the mirror in front of me, but it seemed that wasn’t gonna work tonight. “How did she even get this job?”. One of the girls sneered, loud enough for me to hear with so much disdain in her voice. “She must have bewitched the boss or something”. “She probably lied about her age”. Another one chimed in. “There’s no way she’s twenty”. “You’re right, I mean look at her, honestly, this feels like child abuse”. A third voice added with a mocking laugh. “Maybe she’s just here because she has cravings for man. What a slut”. She scoffed bitterly. My body stiffened, their words stinging more than I could admit. Perhaps they were right in a way. Yes, I might be a liar, but I was certainly not a slut, and nobody had the right to judge me, especially not them. They have no idea what I’ve had to endure; life has never been fair to me. My father was a formidable and brave wolf; he was one of the most powerful members of the Moon-shadow pack. His strength and dedication earned him the title of the Gamma. Known for his honesty and integrity, he was loved and respected by everyone in the pack. Many believed he was a suitable candidate for the position of Alpha due to his leadership qualities and unwavering commitment to protecting his pack. We lived a happy life; he was always there to provide my mother and me with love and security. My life was content; it was everything anyone could ever ask for, until the unfortunate turn of events. Our peaceful existence was shattered during a bloody war between my pack, the Moon-shadow pack, and the rival pack, Lycan Hallow. Witnessing my father being beheaded in the packed square during the war and then losing everything within the blink of an eye on my fifteenth birthday was certainly not what any teenager would have envisioned for herself. From the daughter of a respected and feared Gamma to a low-ranking weak omega who barely had a chance at life. Just when I thought life couldn’t be crueler, my mother, who went completely mute for a whole week after witnessing my father being beheaded in the war, completely lost her mind and is now confined to a mental institution. She barely recognizes me, and the only thing she keeps muttering is my father’s name. Ever since then, I’ve had to take the sole responsibility of not just being a child but a parent. This was the highest-paying job I could get, so I had no choice but to lie about my age, working my ass off since I clocked fifteen, just to make sure I provide money for my mother’s hospital bills and also fend for myself. “Scarlet Veil!” I flinched as I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts. “You’re up next.” The host of tonight’s show announced sassily and walked away. I took a deep breath to stabilize my heartbeat and then stood up, ready to go. Just before I wore my mask, I turned towards them and walked closer. “Instead of mocking me, why don’t you focus on becoming better than me? You claim you’re way older and more experienced. If I’m so insignificant, why does it bother you that I’m good at this job or…Are you just jealous?” I teased with a hint of mockery and a wide grin on my face. The girls stared at me in shock, their mouths agape. I had never talked back to them before. But today, I was done being the target. I wore my mask, completely covering my face, and walked out to the stage with a newfound confidence, my steps purposeful. The spotlight hit me as I stood on stage, the music beginning to pulse through the speakers. My black sequined bra caught the light, casting tiny sparkles across the darkened room. The high-waisted shorts clung to my hips, emphasizing every curve, and the sheer stockings, held up by delicate garter belts, added a touch of elegance to the provocative ensemble. I shifted my weight in my sky-high stilettos, feeling the power and confidence they gave me. The satin robe slid off my shoulders, revealing the full outfit and drawing gasps from the audience. My mask, intricate and mysterious, hid my true identity, adding an air of enigma to my performance. With a sultry smile, I took a deep breath, ready to captivate every pair of eyes in the room. The heavy beat of "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails reverberated through the speakers, matching the pounding of my heart. As the music filled the room, I let it take over, guiding my every move. I started with a slow, deliberate sway of my hips, feeling the eyes of the audience on me, their anticipation palpable. My hands glided up my sides, caressing the sequined bra before teasingly slipping under the straps and pulling them down, inch by inch. The lyrics whispered in my ear, and I leaned forward, arching my back, letting the bra fall away. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned, giving them a view of my back, and slid my hands down to the waistband of my high-waisted shorts. With a slow, tantalizing motion, I eased them down, letting the fabric cling to my legs before finally kicking them aside. Now in just my sheer stockings and garter belts, I moved with more intensity, matching the crescendo of the music. My body rolled and undulated, every movement designed to seduce, to captivate. I dropped to my knees, arching my back and running my hands through my hair, lost in the rhythm and the heat of the moment. As the song built to its climax, I stood back up, turning to face the audience, my mask still in place, hiding my true identity. I let my hands roam freely, touching every inch of exposed skin, feeling the raw power of the music and my sensuality. “I want you all to myself tonight!"I heard a man yell, just when I was about to take my final powerful move, stage diving from the audience towards me with the intent to touch me. But before he could get to me, two bouncers appeared from the backstage and blocked him while I picked up my stuff from the floor and ran into the backstage, panting heavily. Perverted men constantly trying to harass me while I performed on stage was one of the few things I had to put up with, and l was glad the strip club had a no-touch policy. l took hurried steps towards the exit of the club, now wrapped in my satin robe and my mask still on my face. From the corner of my eye, I could still see a few men trailing after me as I walked, further heightening the fear and tension I was feeling, but I was used to it; it had become a daily routine for me. l immediately lurched into the darkness, running as fast as my legs could carry me towards the expressway. Just as I burst out of the other side, I flagged down a cab and jumped in, breathing heavily as I gave the cab man directions to my house. This wasn't the first time I had to put up with something like this, but I had no choice” I needed money, and this was the highest-paying job I could get. Most of these men were psychotic and perverted. There was a case where one trailed the car I was in. I was so terrified that I instructed the cab driver to take a different turn, and I was relieved when we lost him. "We're here, ma'am," the cab driver announced suddenly, jolting me out of my thoughts. I dipped my hand into my bag, brought out some money, and handed it over to him. "Have a lovely night, ma'am," he said politely. I nodded and then stepped out of the car. As I walked away, I felt her stir within me—my inner wolf, always watchful, always ready. She growled softly, sensing the danger that seemed to lurk in every shadow. I sighed in relief as I finally walked into the house and dropped my shoulder bag on the floor. The house wasn’t anything fancy; in fact, it was just an old, worn-out place. The wallpaper was faded and peeling, showing its age. The floors creaked loudly, and dust floated in the air. It stood on the outskirts of town, far from where all the elite, rich, and influential wolves lived. It was all I could secure for my mother and me after my late father’s siblings claimed all his properties with the excuse that I was not a male child and was too young to handle such riches. Just as I was about to walk into the bedroom, I came to a halt as my eyes fell on a piece of paper on the table. It was the letter I received from the mailman on my way out yesterday, but I didn't bother to open it as I was in a hurry. Now, curious to know what's in it, I took slow steps forward and picked it up, skeptical at first. But I was moved to open it when I saw the stamp of the most prestigious school in my pack, Ivy Manor Academy. I hurriedly opened the letter, and inside was an admission letter, stating I had been granted a hero scholarship by the Lycan King of my pack. I jumped up excitedly as my face brightened with a smile; I couldn’t believe this was happening. My father had always valued education and was always willing to give me the best. He planned on enrolling me into Ivy Manor Academy before the unfortunate event took place, and I had completely lost hope of ever getting an education. But here I was, being offered an opportunity. The smile on my face slowly faded as the realization hit me; I didn’t belong there anymore. Ivy Manor Academy was a high school for the rich, influential, and wealthy, not for a weak omega like myself. I had heard numerous rumors about students in the school uncovering secrets about weaker students and bullying them to the point of taking their own lives. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to find out about my double life; the thoughts alone churned my stomach. “You should accept the offer.” A voice suddenly said, jolting me out of my thoughts shockingly.