The Alpha Behind The Chapter 1: It’s Him

Chapter 1: It’s Him

??Aurora’s POV

SIX YEARS LATER

??The loud beeping of my alarm jerked

up from my sleep.

Groaning, I reached blindly for my phone, squinting as the screen lit up.

6:00 p.m.

"What the fuck?" I gasped, bolting upright.

I had set the alarm for 5:00 p.m. How the hell did I sleep through an entire hour?

??Panic slamd into . I jumped out of bed, barely registering the cold floor beneath my feet as I rushed through a quick shower. Ten frantic minutes later, I pulled on ripped jeans and a tight crop top, grabbed my bag, and sprinted out of my apartnt.

Luck was the only reason a taxi was already waiting outside.

"Club Noir," I said breathlessly.

??In less than ten minutes, I was there.

I rushed inside and headed straight for the bar stand, where Clara stood wiping down glasses. She lifted a brow the mont she saw .

I sighed before she could say anything. "I know. I’m late. My alarm ssed up."

Her eyes flicked to the wall clock, then back to . "You’re cutting it close."

"I know," I muttered, already scanning the notice board. My heart jumped when I found my na.

Dance Floor. Not bar duty.

A smile broke across my face before I could stop it, and Clara caught it imdiately.

"Oh?" she teased. "Soone’s excited."

I nodded, though the truth was complicated.

It wasn’t that I loved dancing half-naked in front of n who looked at

like I was sothing to consu. I hated that part.

But dancing ant money.

And right now, money was everything.

A familiar scent hit —minty, expensive, suffocating.

I stiffened. I already knew it was Dom Mike.

??Frowning, I turned to him, not even bothering to hide my disgust for him.

??Dom Mike smirked as he slowly ran his lustful, hungry gaze all over .

"God," he groaned softly. "I can already picture bending you over and fucking you."

??My frown deepened. "It will never happen, Dom Mike." I spat, saying the sa words I had been telling him for over six months now.

His expression darkened, irritation flashing across his face. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

??"Aurora," Clara murmured softly. "You need money."

I exhaled shakily. "I know."

I needed it for my brother’s hospital bills. For the machines keeping him alive. For the surgery the doctors kept pushing back because we couldn’t afford it.

But selling my body to these n was sothing I wasn’t going to do—not ever.

??"You know tips won’t cover everything," Clara added gently.

"I can’t do what he wants," I whispered. "I won’t."

She sighed, her eyes full of pity. "I’m not saying sleep with him. Just... one private dance. He spends big, Aurora. One dance could cover a huge part of your brother’s bills."

??My throat tightened at the ntion of my brother, who has been in a coma for the past six years.

??"I’ll figure sothing out," I said, though my voice lacked confidence. Just then, my eyes fell on the wall clock; it was ti for the dancers to get ready.

??"Stage in ten minutes," Clara said, squeezing my arm. "Be careful."

??I nodded and headed toward the dressing area. My heart pounded as I changed into my costu, the fabric thin and glittering under the light. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and tears began gathering in my eyes. I had big dreams. Six years ago, I had big dreams, but they all shattered in just one morning.

??The mont I stepped onto the stage, cheers, and applause erupted. I moved sensuously, my body becoming a tantalizing silhouette against the spotlight. I locked eyes with a few of the n in the front row, their lustful gazes feeding my performance. Despite my initial nerves, I felt a surge of confidence. This was my mont to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed.

??As I continued to dance, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessn and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes t those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could usually recognize our regulars by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible.

??He was sitting in a VIP booth, his gaze fixed on

with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Gulping nervously, I forced myself to focus on the dance, on the movents that would bring in the most tips. As the song neared its end, I finished with a flourish, arching my back and throwing my head back as the crowd erupted in applause. Dollar bills rained down on the stage, and I couldn’t help but smile. It had been a successful performance.

??The money on the stage was usually divided into six parts: one part each for the four strippers and the other parts for the club. As strippers, we have to hustle for our personal money by giving lap dances.

Getting off the stage, I walked over to a familiar masked DOM, who smirked at

and gestured for

to dance for him.

??Slowly, I got closer to him, turned my back against him, and lowered myself before him so that my ass was right in front of him. "Perfect ass," he groaned and tried touching , but I moved away. He frowned, took out so cash from his pocket, and handed it over to .

??"Now we are talking, sir." I smirked and lowered my ass again to him, allowing him to smack it this ti. "So soft!" he groaned and kept spanking my ass while I began twerking for him. My moves were graceful and seductive, and I could hear him groaning as he massaged my ass cheeks.

??"Give

a lap dance, baby girl," he demanded huskily. I swallowed my emotions and turned to him. I straddled his lap, my legs on either side of his, keeping a respectful distance while giving the illusion of intimacy. As I started to move my hips in slow, circular motions, his hands road over my back. This was part of the job—keeping them wanting more, but never letting them have too much.

??The crowd’s noise faded into the background as I focused on the man in front of . He was clearly enjoying himself, his grip tightening occasionally, but he remained respectful of the club’s rules. I noticed that as I moved on him, his dick was becoming hard, but I ignored it. I was already used to Doms getting aroused whenever I gave them a lap dance. He tried touching my boobs, but I moved away, and he frowned.

??"How much to fuck you?" he grunted, his fingers digging into my hip a little too hard.

"I don’t fuck clients," I said smoothly.

"Na your price."

"I’m priceless for sex," I responded.

The DOM frowned, but I ignored his frown and went on with the lap dance.

??I noticed the strange masked DOM with the piercing green eyes watching

from his VIP booth. His gaze never wavered, and the intensity of his stare made my skin prickle with a mix of fear and intrigue. Who was he? And why was his gaze having such an effect on ?

??When the song ended, I gracefully stood up and collected the cash the man handed . "Thank you, sir," I said, forcing a polite smile. As I tried to walk away, I noticed the green-eyed man gesturing for

to co over to him.

??"?" I asked nervously and saw him nod. Damn! Why was I feeling so nervous? Sucking in a deep breath, I seductively approached him, ignoring calls from the other Doms. Reaching where he sat, I flashed a friendly smile, but his expression was stern and firm.

??The masked DOM’s intense gaze didn’t waver. He lounged in the plush seat with an air of authority, exuding confidence and power. I could feel his eyes trailing every part of my body.

??"Would you like a dance, sir?" I asked, my voice steady but polite. He nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Yes. Dance for ," he said, his voice deep and commanding, and I surprisingly found myself submitting to him.

??I took a deep breath and began to move, swaying my hips in rhythm to the music. My body moved instinctively, every motion designed to entice and captivate him. His eyes followed my every move, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze burning into . It was as if he were seeing right through , seeing all my vulnerabilities and fears.

??As I danced, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this masked DOM was different. There was sothing about him that set him apart from the other patrons. His presence was commanding, almost magnetic, and I found myself drawn to him.

"Co closer," he instructed, his voice soft but firm. I stepped closer, my body brushing against his knees. He reached out, his hands gently resting on my hips, guiding my movents. His touch was firm but not intrusive, commanding but not overbearing. It sent a shiver down my spine—a mix of fear and excitent.

??"What’s your na?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Aurora," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Aurora," he repeated, as if tasting the na on his tongue. "Beautiful na for a beautiful woman."

"Thank you, sir," I said, forcing a smile.

He leaned back, still holding my gaze. "Dance for ,"

I nodded before turning my back to him.

??As I turned around, I felt the weight of his piercing gaze on . His intense eyes tracked my every move, making

feel both exposed and powerful. I began to twerk, my movents slow and seductive. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. His hands rested lightly on my hips, not to control, but to feel the rhythm of my dance. He caressed my ass, and instead of feeling disgusted as I usually did when other Doms touched , I leaned into his touch and wanted more. Fuck! What was wrong with ?

??

"Turn around," he commanded softly.

I did as he asked, facing him once more. He studied

for a mont, his gaze piercing through the mask I wore.

"Sit on ."

Swallowing my anxiety, I straddled him, my knees on either side of his thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his pants. His eyes never left mine, and I found myself captivated by the intensity of his gaze.

His hands rested on my hips, guiding my movents once more as I began to grind against him slowly, sensually. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm grip of his hands sending shivers down my spine. It was as if he had a magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist.

??"Do you enjoy this, Aurora?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur that sent a thrill through .

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a complete lie. There was sothing about this masked DOM that was different, sothing that made this dance feel less like a job and more like an intimate connection.

??He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Good. Because I want to fuck you,"

My body reacted instantly, betraying . I had heard countless n say those words before, but why did it feel so different coming from him? Why did my whole body jerk in anticipation the mont he said them?

"Tell

your price," he added quietly. "Consider it paid."

I remained speechless, numb. Our gazes locked, and for a mont, I couldn’t look away. I was intoxicated by his stare—and he seed just as unable to look away from .

??Beep, beep. The beeping of his cellphone made us break eye contact.

He exhaled slowly and reached for it, lifting it to his ear. That’s when sothing caught my attention—sothing that made my breath hitch in my chest. Right on his left wrist was the sa unmistakable scorpion tattoo, the sa tattoo that has been imprinted in my mind, the sa tattoo that was on the wrist of the masked man who led the assassination of my family!