A Lamb Among Wolves
939 Words
Aria’s POV
Friday night came quicker than I expected, with Eva practically dragging me out of the estate and into a luxurious sports car.
All through the week, she had been so excited and fixated on this goddamn strip party and her so-called mysterious crush.
Since morning, she had been locked up in her room, not forgetting to drag me along through one cosmetic procedure after another.
First of all, we were soaked for about an hour in a pool of water mixed with some strange ingredients I didn’t recognize. Eva called it deep cleansing the mortal shell.
Afterwards, the maids started applying some sticky stuff that had such a weird smell I almost puked from it.
“Relax. You will look good afterwards and thank me later,” Eva replied unconcerned.
I might end up stressed to death by Eva even before any rogues or prophecy caught up with me.
“This is the last time I’m indulging in this gruesome activity. I love my skin and body the way they are,” I complained.
But I wouldn’t lie that it kept me distracted from everything that had happened since my arrival at the pack—the prophecy, the Crescent Bloodline, and Alpha Ronan.
“You will get used to it, baby girl.” She winked at me with a smirk.
On getting to the location of the mysterious party, I discovered it was a private luxurious mansion off the mainland in a secluded area. Everything about it screamed influence and opulence.
I guessed it must belong to some wealthy and powerful Alpha or elder, and now it was being used by their heirs to host a strip party.
Eva drove straight to the giant gate where two tall, muscular bodyguards stood watch, their faces cold and expressionless like statues.
Eva handed them two tickets, which they scanned on a metallic device before allowing us through after confirming their validity.
We drove inside, and Eva parked in one of the garages before stepping out confidently.
“Come on, Aria.”
“The party isn’t being held inside the car,” she said.
I reluctantly got down, adjusting the dress I had been forced into.
I was complaining about the black dress Eva made me wear to the Hunt Ceremony—that dress was a thousand times more decent compared to this two-piece fabric woven around me and called clothing.
It was a red two-piece crop top with a V-shape in the middle that exposed a great portion of my chest and a short skirt that had an opening up to my thighs, revealing not only my slender legs but almost my underwear.
I couldn’t even recognize myself in the mirror after dressing.
I looked like one of those actresses from adult movies out for a shoot.
Hot.
Sexy.
Tempting.
Eva wasn’t far behind either.
She adored a sleeveless short green gown that stopped just below her ass, barely covering it properly. I could see the smooth flesh of her thighs whenever she walked.
And yeah.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath it.
The top of the dress could hardly contain her larger chest.
“Come on, let’s go in before those bitches snatch all the hot guys,” she urged.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked, pointing at my clothes.
“Girl, you are hot and banging with those killer legs of yours,” she replied with a fawning grin.
“Isn’t it too exposed?” I pressed, still unsatisfied.
“Come on, girl. You are already overdressed.”
“This is a f*****g strip party.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
“Wait until you get inside and see the others,” she added.
Hand in hand, we both marched elegantly toward the entrance of the building where the party was being held.
There were already plenty of luxurious cars parked everywhere, showing the party was in full swing.
I could hear the distant sound of music even before we got inside.
We entered the building and passed through a narrow passage before arriving at an open space that resembled a grand hall.
A large pool sat at the center, already filled with people swimming while some girls remained tangled in the arms of men, kissing and touching intimately.
The place was already packed with people.
Young Alphas.
Heirs from powerful families.
Children of influence and terrifying power.
The ladies were practically half-naked, walking around shamelessly in bras, panties, and tiny G-strings.
For a moment, I felt I was truly overdressed for the party.
The guys were equally attractive and manly, with some wearing loose clothing that displayed their well-toned abs and muscles.
Others weren’t wearing shirts at all, only tight shorts that left very little to the imagination.
A few guys approached us immediately, circling around Eva.
“Wow, look who we have here,” one of the guys said, kissing Eva on the cheek before taking my hand and placing a gentlemanly kiss on it.
“Are you both goddesses in disguise out to have fun in the mortal world?” another guy commented, causing Eva to laugh coquettishly.
Several girls nearby stared at us with obvious envy and jealousy as even more guys gathered around us.
“Calm down, guys,” Eva said with a grin.
“I came here with my sister and would love to observe first before joining the fun.”
She winked at them.
Looking around me, I felt like a lamb that had just wandered into a slaughterhouse, and deep down, I knew this night might end in regret but I no longer care.
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