Alpha's

Sister Sweet

"Alexa, why did you do it?" Pieter looked down at his sister in the cell. His green eyes begged her to talk. His chiseled jaw had stubble which was evidence of his stress levels, he was always clean-shaven.

While the cells were not the lap of luxury the stark, stone walls were a huge contrast to the modern homes above. The air had a chill to it that was uncomfortable. The silence was eerie.

"That black, mixed, b***h can't have him." Alexa spat in disgust.

"Lexa!" Pieter roared. He could not believe his own sister. His voice echoed across the space increasing the intensity of his command. He sat on a chair outside the cell.

To her credit she flinched a little. "Do you realise how much danger you are in right now? You put the Future Luna in danger!"

"No, she isn't! He just marked her because she was going to die. She's not his mate!" Alexa shouted with frustration.

"Alexa," Pieter began softly, "He's known for four years."  He looked at his sister in pity.

"But, you and the Alpha train her too." Alexa argued a bit more softly.

"Because we're among the best. Jerome didn't want what happened to her to ever occur again. That nothingness you felt was Jerome, before he got angry. The whole pack felt it," Pieter sighed.

There had been a moment of nothingness that every single pack member had felt just before Jerome had gone ballistic on Alexa. He wasn't Alpha yet and yet his despair had touched them all before he controlled it. Sometimes Pieter wondered how his sister could be so oblivious.

"What about me training with you guys?" She challenged. Her chin jut out in protest.

"You're my sister! Of course my best friend would want my interests protected. A sane Beta is an asset."

"An insane Alpha is dangerous to the pack." Alexa whispered to herself.

They'd been taught that very early. In training, all pack members were taught that protecting the Luna was paramount to protecting the rest of the pack. A happy Alpha took care of everyone and everything.

"Yeah, well you made that little sister," Pieter stated.

"s**t, I've really f****d up haven't I?" Alexa huffed sitting with her back against the concrete wall on the right.

"Yes. You're not coming out of here until she's found." 

"But he knows where she is. So that won't take long." Alexa's voice was hopeful.

Pieter shook his head and sighed. "He's a warrior of the Council of Councils. There's protocol, lots of it. It's an All-Races affair."

An easy silence filled the space between them.

"Lexa, why did you do it?"

"She has all the attention. She's not even legal and guys are falling at her feet. Have you seen her dance? Like when no one is watching?" Alexa lamented.

Pieter felt an uneasy tension creep into his body. He knew that once Jerome had seen her dance and had summoned Pieter while Pieter was sleeping to hold him back from acting foolish. He didn't like the thought of Jerome fighting not only himself but his seniors to keep what was his from the eyes of other men.

He felt a level of despair at having to be the one that had to keep his future Alpha from going ballistic. Jerome was probably more powerful than his father. Pieter knew this because every Beta was able to give and receive power from their Alpha and he'd seen his father hold back other Alphas to protect their Alpha, Jacob, and if the Alpha was foolish enough to persist Jacob made them submit.

In their training Pieter had found himself handling some very powerful future Alphas without much strain. His father had taught him how to make it look like it was hard work for the dignity of the Alphas and the protection of his future Alpha. It was something they only ever spoke about through mind.

Pieter feared his sister's stunt would reveal the source of his Pack's power. With Gaby unsafe, Jerome's sensibilities could be clouded beyond his training and he would probably use all his powers to get her back. Not even the Council of Councils' full membership knew all of Jerome's capabilities.

"Alexa," Pieter sighed her name. This was getting dangerously close to a colossal disaster. Alphas, especially unmated ones, tended to be highly volatile.

"I know," she looked back at eyes as green as hers were blue. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She was highly strung, even she knew that, and she sometimes didn't think through consequences.

As siblings they had often not needed to speak and could read each others feelings. It was a skill they had used to keep each other out of trouble. Right now, Pieter wasn't sure what to do to keep his sister from dying.

Their father had gone mad when he'd heard where his daughter was. When he found out why, Alexa could find herself on the one side of their father he reserved only for work. Pieter didn't relish having to see that.

Everyone knew that the Beta was fair, no matter what. This would be no different. Even if his own daughter was involved.

Pieter wasn't sure if he could be as fair as his father. Jerome was sensible and not as hot-headed as some of the Alphas he knew and he was grateful for that. It made his job a lot easier.

There had been a time when Jerome was reckless and he'd earned himself some real enemies. Jerome was a gifted wolf and had been naughty as a toddler and pre-teen. So much so that the Luna had asked the Beta to discipline the boys and not the Alpha because she was sure the Alpha would kill his own son.

After the Luna, Esme, had been kidn*pped; Jerome became extremely withdrawn; extra careful. Pieter thought it was because Jerome might have had something to do with her disappearing. They'd never talked about it because Jerome completely clammed up on the subject.

Alpha Jacob had mentioned it once or twice in passing but Pieter hadn't really paid much attention, at the time. He did recall his father giving him and Jerome a long lecture on responsibility. He'd been about 12 at the time.

Little had their father known; he should have included his daughter in the lecture. Had their father known, their lecture would have been completely unfiltered, of that Pieter was certain. He sighed and stood up.

"Okay, Enemy. I'm going to go clean up your mess. If she dies or doesn't make it out of this whole and pure...You know you'll remind him every time he sees you that he failed to protect her despite the Alpha's Mark. Alphas who feel powerless..."

"Take power from the Pack." Alexa finished. She ran her hand through her hair. "Well, I guess I'll go down in history as a modern reason why every wolf will have to learn theses saying and chant them off by heart." Her voice was full of regret.

"No shit." Pieter shook his head. This was by far the dumbest thing his sister had ever done.

Gabriella walked into the smoky club. It was actually pretty nice, the decor was modern and everything looked new. The smoke machine gave it a dirty look she realized as the smoke was actually brown and smelled like vanilla.

She saw a stage with a pole in the center close to the front. It was opposite the bar and gave anyone who walked in an eyeful. She was going to be on that stage soon.

After her handler had discovered that it literally hurt him more than it hurt her to slap her around he'd started using the other girls. Gaby didn't like all of them but she couldn't stand to see them get hurt on her behalf. The DJ was setting up so the club was a little quiet...

She shivered. Fortunately, this club had them stripping down to thongs and pasties but it wasn't much different from full nudity. She was here to pick a song, and practice her routine. The real show started after six....the doors of the club opened at five in the evening. 

They'd all been warned at orientation that their job was to help the working class man relax and de-stress after a long day at work.  The men weren't allowed to touch, lick, kiss or put any body fluids on them. The only touch allowed was holding hands and a chivalrous kiss on the hand. 

The girls that had been around warned the newer girls not to let it go beyond that because Tony always found out. Nothing made you feel dirtier than being near Tony after he found out. That message had been clear.

Gaby hadn't met Tony yet but everyone feared him. Including her handler. She walked up to the DJ and asked him what music he had. The DJ scowled.

Gaby was pretty sure he hated working with the fresh meat. She'd learned that that was what the new girls were called. To confirm that he threw a list at her of alphabetical song titles. 

As she skimmed over it she noted it was mostly ballads, rock, pop and dance. Although the list was probably a hundred pages long she read it fairly quickly and placed it back next to the DJ's laptop. She studied the vibe of the club. 

She prayed her mate would understand that she was stripping for survival and not because she wanted to. She thanked her lucky stars for having been raised in a pack that had heavy African and Caribbean roots which made dance a natural part of pack life. She thanked her inner naughtiness for getting her mom to get her into pole dancing fitness classes for confidence and health reasons. 

The air became cooler in the club. She looked around. The basic decor was black and white. The center stage had two poles on either side of the center making it look like an 8 with two very small holes equidistant from each other and the edges of the stage. 

There was seating around the main stage which on one side was booths with leather seats. On the other side, rondavels made of sheer material, that was just opaque enough to obscure a face but not bodies, that enclosed semi-circle leather couches with sturdy, circular marble tables. It was chique.

She looked up. The lighting was built for mood creation. It was subtle but state of the art. She imagined the lights flashing to the beat.

Wait staff bustled about getting ready. The clock on the wall read 3:45. She had an hour to make up a routine and practice it. A tall, gorgeous man walked in inspecting as he came through the door.

The atmosphere changed drastically. The staff all looked a lot more busy and the chatter died down. The bouncers stood at attention ready to be on call. The seasoned girls handed in their song requests and stretched on the stage.

Gaby nervously wondered what she should do. Another, less handsome man walked around checking costumes and keeping the seasoned girls in order. The gorgeous man walked to the bar and got a bottle of water from the bartender.

Gaby looked at the stage and started mentally choreographing her debut strip. Due to her larger size she'd been fitted for custom gear, none of the other girls were her size. The first three weeks their costumes were made for them.

After that, it came out of their earnings. Gaby had already spotted some stores in the area where she could get props and outfits together at low cost. She knew that if she resisted the lives of other girls were at risk and that was not worth it.

"Diamond, let's see what you've got." The gorgeous man rasped deeply from behind her. He turned to the DJ and nodded.

A track that she recognised started playing, it was "Tempting to touch." She looked at her maxi dress with its flowing skirt and long sleeves and sighed. She walked to the stage with the grace of a contemporary dancer.

She kept it pretty simple and didn't use the pole at all. She did a dance routine from one of the choreographers they'd studied in one of her dance classes. With her long dress she managed to still make the dance look sexy and had the wait staff and bartenders watching by the end of her short choreographed piece.

Some of the seasoned girls snickered. The others nodded looking at her potential. Some leered chanting for her to take off the dress.

The DJ cut the song. Everyone looked at the gorgeous man with bated breath. His hazel eyes pierced hers.

"That's cute. I want you to leave the men who come here wishing they could take you home and f**k you while you wine on their little d***s. They should want to empty their wallets for the fantasy you create." His voice rasped. He motioned for her handler who was nervous as he approached. He whispered something in his ear and her handler nodded.

Gaby watched anxiously. She couldn't stomach another torture right now. She'd even skipped breakfast and lunch with how nervous she was.

Her handler motioned for her to come with him and everyone spoke in hushed whispers. With her sensitive hearing she picked up how most thought she'd displeased Tony already. The seasoned girls sniggered and then were sent to their dressing rooms at the back.

As her handler walked out the door and into the sunlight she blinked adjusting her eyesight quickly. She made sure to be just behind him. They walked back to the apartment complex which was really only a few blocks away.

As they got to her apartment, her handler told her to collect her things and come back out. When she came out with her small overnight bag with the four maxi dresses she'd chosen earlier he walked to the elevator and pressed the up key.  When they were in the elevator he handed her a card which he told her to tap against the panel below the normal buttons.

When the doors opened they were in a foyer that screamed opulence. Italian marble floors and walls lined both of the coat rooms on either side of the foyer. The lounge had a pole in the center with seating that centered around the pole stage.

Everything was modern, well in place and super clean. They walked past an outdoor and indoor pool as well as several other rooms. When they stopped her handler nodded at a door.

"This is your new room until Tony says so. No one except you and Tony go in there. No hoes, no clients, no friends, no lovers, no parents.

"Tony don't play. He will kill you first. Be good to Tony, and he'll be good to you. Don't tell him 'no' in front of nobody.

"If he says jump you ask him 'how high, sir?' If you f**k this up for me I will murder your old roommate and tell Tony she was trying to escape because you two had planned it."

With that long intro she was shown how to use the key card to get into the room and left alone. The only kind thing her handler said before leaving was that she better start practicing based on Toni's critique and planning her debut for the next day. She was also told to be ready to be called back to the club later on .

Gaby looked around her surroundings and immediately knew either she was the luckiest girl in the world or things were about to get really gruesome. She crossed her fingers for lucky. She explored the room.

It turned out to be a suite with walk-in closets, clearly his and hers. A bathroom with his and hers everything and one massive tub and one massive shower. The bathroom had a rustic but elegant touch to it and it was a bit like being out in nature.

There was a dining space and an entertainment space which had a large balcony that overlooked the rest of the complex and city. As the sun began to set she quickly made use of the shower and washed her hair. She put on another maxi dress and used the make up to create a polished but classic look that made her look mature and classy.

As she finished her face she heard the click of a door open. She walked out of the walk-in closet to the bedroom and stood next to the King size bed with the dark grey comforter that contrasted with the light eggshell walls.  She smiled nervously.

Tony dropped his leather jacket on the chair next to the bed. He undid the top button of his collared shirt and his cufflinks which he placed on a side table that matched the bed. He pulled at his silk tie until the four-in-hand knot came undone. All while he looked at her.

"You were very difficult to acquire Gabriella. The only other place you will ever be safer than this apartment is with your..." He growled as if the word was distasteful, "mate."

"Every girl at the club is going to be jealous of you. Your job will be to make me rich and keep the new girls in check. You answer to me and Dean, my second-in-charge, only. You perform when I tell you to. You need to have three sets minimum ready every week.

"You sleep in my bed and you have to smell of me at all times. You use my shampoo, my shower gel, my soap, and the female version of my fragrance. That's not optional." 

He looked at her face. "I like the look, don't ever leave here without makeup on. No one should even suspect you're underage. You wear what I tell you to when I tell you to."

He studied her dress. She felt like he could see her underwear and she felt very uncomfortable. "What you have on is fine for when you're not with me or are not going to be close to me. Anyone touches you, they die. It's up to you to convince them to keep their paws, tongues or any other body parts off of you."

He sighed. "Tonight, you are going to be my hostess. Remember your manners but put anyone who crosses the line in their place."

A knock sounded at the door. "That will be your late lunch. No skipping meals, no dieting. If you need to workout, use the gym and internet." He walked to the door and took the trolley from the servant.

Tony rolled it to the dining space and motioned for her to sit. She sat. He smiled. "We'll get along great." An unruly, dark curl fell onto his forehead. Annoyed he brushed it back.

"I'm going to shower then eat with you. I suggest you get familiar with being around me in the nude. Don't look away and if I touch you don't flinch, ever. I'll be back soon."

He kissed her forehead and left her to eat. Gabriella blinked. The thought of looking at him naked nauseated her. She understood her role and she was not going to mess it up.

She tucked into the lasagna and it made her nostalgic. It was just the way her papa made it. Her eyes welled up.

She took a deep breath and kept eating. She finished all the food on her plate and touched up her make up. Tony came out in a towel and dropped it.

She looked at him memorising his anatomy as if she would dissect it later. Her lips curled down in distaste but she kept her mouth shut. She stood with her hands behind her back, waiting.

He got dressed in front of her and nodded. His suit was tailored like the one before only now instead of the leather jacket he had a suit jacket. He oozed money and power.

Gaby found herself looking at him with a hint of pride. He cleaned up pretty good. Now she just needed to find him a girlfriend.