ALPHA'S SWEETHEART

CAUGHT IN THE SHADOWS

POV: DIVA GEORGE

Servers must wear their uniform when waitressing. I'll call in Ginger to show you around the club," he says as he pulls out his phone.

I stood in front of him awkwardly and waited for him to get off his phone. "Hey uh, is it possible to get tips here?

" Alex raises a brow "Of course, any tips you receive are all yours. This is one of the luxurious club in the pack, people who come here give insane tips,

" That was good. I could use all the tips I can get to save up for my dad’s hospital bills before getting my salary. In my last waitressing job at a cafe, tips went straight to the owner, not the waitresses. It was stupid.

"Hey,"

Suddenly, I was surprised to see a gorgeous redhead by the doorway she's so pretty. "Ah Ginger, come in, I want you to meet Diva. Mind showing her how we run things at the club?"Alex asks.

"Of course, nice to meet you, Diva," she smiles. I responded "You too and we exchange pleasantries.

" "Alright, you two can get out of my office now," Alex walks back to his seat. "Come on, let's go," Ginger chuckled and led me into a locker room.

"So, what do you think of the club so far and what your experience?" Ginger stops in front of a blue locker and turns to look at me.

" In one sentence,The club screams money," Ginger chuckles at my response.

"What else do you expect from Alpha Blake?" she shakes her head. "Is he really ?" the question slips.

This was really shocking to me. "He's 26, a billionaire, and owns multiple companies. Don't forget super attractive. Ugh..." Ginger rolls her eyes back. The attractive part I can believe.

"If only he wasn't involved in the Dark side as an Alpha," She groans as she grabs a bag from her locker and opens it.

What?

Did I hear her right, the Alpha? "Eh, I'm sorry?

Did you just say the Alpha?" my eyes widened.

I wasn't shocked about him being the Alpha of Shadow pack however.

"Yeah, there were a few rumors here and there. Not quite sure because not every one knows what the Alpha is like,

" Should I really be working at this club? It's one of the most popular clubs here in our pack, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much if other people don't seem to be bothered by it asp well about the rumors of the Ruthless Alpha and they've been working with him for a very long time now.

"Changing rooms are over there," Ginger points in the direction of the changing rooms and I nodded before leaving her side.

As I walk into one of the rooms with my bag and shut the door, I wonder how I felt about wearing this uniform.

"Hurry up, we have a lot to do tonight!" Ginger calls out.

My jaw dropped when I took out the uniform from the bag. It's not like I'm that conservative about clothes, but I most definitely would never wear this. The leather low-cut top and skirt have straps that connect the two pieces together.

Why didn't I notice the waitresses wearing this when I was here?

"Great," I mutter to myself. I quickly took off my clothes and wore the uniform. Damn, this is suffocating.

After packing everything back into my bag, I rush outside only to see Ginger openly staring at me. "Damn Diva, you look hot," she smirks.

I shook my head "I don't think I can breathe, honestly," earning a chuckle from her.

"That's not fair," she says pouting. "What's not fair?" I ask, raising my brow.

"I wish I had big t**s like yours," she laughs.

Ginger is really something.

"Let's get going Ginger," I chuckle at how straight forward she is. She took my hand as we left the locker room, we walked into the main club and stopped at another bar I had never been to.

She asks, "Alright, have you done waitressing before?" I nod, "Yeah, not sure about strip clubs, though" I say feeling slightly nervous.

"It's pretty similar, You know the basics, deliver checks and collect payments, keep tables clean and tidy at all times, blah blah blah" she goes on.

"Oh, the most important rule, you can't decline any customers when they offer you some time with them," she continues. We were supposed to just stay and chat with them?

"Okay,"

"Lastly, act sexy and all that," she rolls her eyes. What else can I expect from a strip club?

"Come on, I'll show you which tables you'll be in charge of," she drags me once again to another area.

I look around at the white couches and luxurious chandeliers dangling above the ceilings. This club is super fancy.

As my eyes scan the club, a certain man catches my attention. My eyes grew wide at the sight of him. I took a few steps back, hiding behind Ginger.

"And those are the drink options- what are you doing?" she asks suspiciously. I shake my head asking her to resume talking. I can't believe it. He was the guy who murdered someone in the alley. What is he doing here? My heart raced.

"Um, Ginger?"

"Hm?" She was busy showing me all the table arrangements. "Can I use the restroom real quick?" I ask.

"Of course, the staff restroom is behind that counter," she points to a door opposite of the dance floor.

I thanked her and quickly rushed to it, wanting to hide in the restroom. I can't manage to get caught. What if he remembers me?

That night, I don't recall anything after I passed out, perhaps he let me go causing me to lay on the floor with no one around. But why would he let me go after he murdered someone?

While walking, I felt a hand grab my arm. My heart was pounding so fast as I turned around.

Shit.

He was right in front of me.