The Masked Wolf

Style

Ava’s point of view

We walked out of Gloria's apartment, and I couldn't help but feel amazing in my stylish outfit.

Unlike Gloria, I had never invested any of my money in fashion or luxurious items. Instead, I lived in the servant area of the pack house, using all my earnings to pay off the debts left behind by my parents after their passing.

I had been wearing the same old clothes, never treating myself to anything new. Memories of shopping trips with my mother before her death flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but reminisce.

As I settled into the passenger seat of Gloria's car, she greeted me with a warm smile. "It's so nice to see you venturing out of the pack house. It's surprising that we've never had a chance to have personal conversations or hang out together," she commented.

"Yeah, it does feel a bit strange. I've only ever worked at the pack house. I'm hoping I'll do well at The Masked Wolf. It sounds intriguing, especially since I've never been to a bar before. I'm feeling a little nervous, and my stomach is a bit queasy," I confessed.

"Don't worry, you're going to love it. I promise you'll earn a lot more money, and who knows, maybe we can find some other new experiences for you too," Gloria assured me, her smile widening as she put the car into drive and merged onto the highway.

"Do you think I'll do well as a server?" I asked, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation.

I couldn't help but remember all the times Alpha Ace had startled me with his Alpha tone, causing me to trip or accidentally spill things on his desk.

"Well, having experience as a maid, I can assure you that serving is much simpler. You'll be a natural. Although, we may need to give you some tips on flirting techniques. But don't worry, you'll do great," Gloria said, giving me a playful wink as she took an exit towards the neutral pack lands.

"Wow, this place is absolutely breathtaking. Just look at everything!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as they took in the stunning hotels and elegant buildings that surrounded us.

Gloria's response carried a hint of disappointment as she replied, "Oh, so you've never been here before? Well, I suppose it is quite beautiful."

"No, never. I've never ventured beyond the confines of the Blue Moon pack. My parents always insisted I shouldn't leave. I never asked why, though," I responded, my gaze still fixated on the enchanting scenery that surrounded me.

"It's like a whole different world here. Nobody cares about your debt to the Blue Moon pack or the fact that you're an omega. I actually lived here before I joined the Blue Moon pack," Gloria stated, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

"Do you truly believe that? That nobody here would care about my debt?" I asked, my mind flooded with memories of how my own pack had treated me like an outcast.

"Let's go," Gloria exclaimed, skillfully parking her car along the front curb. We both stepped out, and with a casual flick of her hand,

Gloria tossed her keys to a waiting valet. As we approached the entrance, two magnificent golden doors beckoned us inside.

As we crossed the threshold, my senses were overwhelmed by the sheer marvel that awaited us.

The interior was a sight to behold, adorned with opulent gold and black accents, creating an atmosphere of pure elegance.

The bar, in particular, stood out amidst the lavish surroundings. It stood there, empty yet alluring, its gleaming surfaces reflecting the grandeur of the room.

"Come on, silly. Let's go find Bart," Gloria urged, gently tugging me towards the back of the bar marked "servants only."

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as we entered. Would I fit in at such a classy place? My tummy felt like it was in knots.

In that dimly lit space, I laid eyes on Bart for the first time. He stood before us, impeccably dressed, tall, and undeniably handsome.

My heart fluttered as Bart’s gaze swept over me, from head to toe, silently assessing every aspect of my being.

Self-consciousness washed over me, fearing that he might dislike me. Thoughts of my debt to my pack raced through my mind, but I tried to reassure myself, remembering Gloria's words that no one here cared about my debt.

"I must say, Gloria, you were right. She is a vision of beauty," Bart remarked, his voice carrying a trace of charm as his gaze rested on me, accompanied by a playful wink.

A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but release the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.

"I think she should change," Bart barked, his tone leaving no room for argument, as if I weren't even present.

The weight of Bart’s words hung heavily in the air, and I felt a pang of anxiety. Desperate to please and secure this job, I was willing to do anything he asked. My mind raced, trying to think of ways to accommodate his demands

“You need your own style, my dear. Come with me," Bart asserted, his strong demeanor sending a ripple of nervousness through me.

I had never experienced a man's touch like this before, leaving me uncertain about Bart’s intentions and where he was leading me.

I glanced back at Gloria, catching her silent affirmation as she mouthed the words, "It's okay, go."

Taking a deep breath, I entrusted myself to Bart's guidance and allowed him to lead me to our destination.

Bart led me into a spacious room adorned with racks upon racks of fashionable clothing, each piece more enticing than the last. In the center of the room stood a grand mirror, its reflection beckoning me to take a closer look. As I stood before it, I observed my own appearance.

My brown hair cascaded down my back, reaching my waist, its straight strands adding an air of simplicity to my overall look. My eyes, a mesmerizing shade of hazel with delicate flakes of gold, sparkled under the soft lighting.

Thanks to Gloria's skillful touch, my makeup appeared flawless, accentuating my features with a touch of elegance.

However, as I surveyed my curvy figure in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness.

Gloria's clothes, though undoubtedly stylish, didn't quite flatter my body type as intended.

The realization dawned upon me that I needed something that would accentuate my curves without being overly revealing.

With a matter-of-fact tone, Bart instructed me, "Pick out some clothes that complement your body type. They should fit snugly, highlighting your curves while maintaining an appropriate level of modesty. Remember, you are a server here, not a stripper.

I nodded, understanding the importance of striking the right balance between style and professionalism.

“Alright," I replied, making my way towards a rack that appeared to hold clothing in my size.

My eyes landed on a stunning white and silver dress, its shimmering fabric catching the light in a captivating manner.

Carefully, I held the dress up against myself, gauging how it would look on my figure. The dress, with its tasteful design, seemed like the perfect choice for the evening. It promised to make a statement without compromising my professionalism, covering my cleavage, and reaching just above the knee.

"It will look gorgeous on you," Bart commended, his eyes lighting up with approval. "Grab a pair of silver heels to complete the look. I'll leave you to change while Gloria gives you a tour. We need to prepare ourselves for a sensational night ahead."

The rich, brown waves of my hair cascaded down to my shoulders, framing my face with a touch of effortless glamour. The strands caught the light, revealing subtle highlights that danced in the reflection. I brushed a stray lock behind my ear, appreciating how the warm hue of my hair contrasted beautifully against the cool silver of the dress.

My almond-shaped eyes, a shade of deep hazel, held a spark of anticipation.

As I surveyed myself in the mirror once more, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over me.

The combination of the perfectly fitted dress, the silver heels, and Gloria’s makeup skills accentuated my curves and brought out the best in me.

Gone was the self-consciousness that had lingered earlier; instead, I stood tall, proud of the woman I saw before me.

Just as I finished admiring the dress, Gloria entered the room with a warm smile. "You look absolutely stunning," she complimented, her eyes filled with genuine admiration. "Now, let me show you around the club. There's so much to see and discover before the doors open tonight."