The Alpha's Exclusive Stripper novel Chapter 1

(Priscilla)

“RULE number one: no matter who or what you see, once you are on stage, you cannot run unless your performance is over. Do your job. Even if this whole club collapses right in front of your eyes, stay on the stage and just dance.”

After two years and a half, I’d come to understand why that became Spencer’s ultimate rule for the dancers inside Oblivion, the club he managed and owned. I’d heard gunshots from outside followed by screams and curses.

This was not the first time it happened although it was the first time the commotion had lasted this long. Normally, the strict security personnel could handle the problem in less than five minutes. It has been over ten minutes now.

But the instant I heard roars and howls, I understood why the security was having a difficult time.

All of a sudden, there were big, brown wolves who rushed inside as if they were being chased by demons. The glass doors were shattered.

While I was waiting for my turn to perform, two of the dancers, the newcomers, who were on stage had instantly forgotten rule number one when the wolves growled. I witnessed how color got drained from their faces.

They stopped and after they’d recovered from the initial shock, they jumped down, screaming as the wild music went on. They showed the rest of us why it was dangerous to run away and why the stage was said to be safer than any part of this club at times like this.

The wolves followed the women and lunged at them. I steeled myself when I saw how blood splattered on the floor, how their screams were swallowed by the huge beasts whose paws dug in their small frames.

The human patrons were quietly and swiftly escorted to a safe room while the rest of the clients didn’t even blink as the chaos unfolded in front of them. They remained seated as they drank nonchalantly.

After all, Oblivion caters to the needs of a wide variety of male patrons. From humans to vampires, mages, and werewolves. Name it, Oblivion has it. Although not all humans or supernatural beings could simply enter the club. Only the most influential beings were given access.

Money, influence, and connection were all that mattered to Spencer. If they didn’t possess fat bank accounts and didn’t have high social rankings, they wouldn’t be allowed entry. Recently, most of the customers were the wolves who were yet to meet their mate.

And tonight, these customers knew better than to mess with the others they called ‘rogues’ who had been marked judging by the ‘X’ on their left leg, a proof that there was already a pack who was targeting them. The X was engraved using a dagger.

I’d been told that it was a rule never to interfere with the others’ targets.

Not to mention that there was only one alpha in the whole world who marked his enemies that way: the crown prince Trevor Rodrigo. And nobody, not even the other supernatural beings, messes with the Rodrigos, especially with the cold-blooded crown prince.

The clients just threw a glance at the women with their ruthless eyes.

One of them whispered, “You’ve been warned. That’s what you get from not listening.”

Even the other dancers stood still behind me, unable to do anything.

“How come you are so unfazed by all of this, Audrey?” Chloe, one of the dancers, asked me, while crying her heart out. “Those women are like our sisters!”

Unfazed? Me? If she only knew. That was the last word I’d use to describe myself.

“They won’t die, Chloe,” I said instead.

She hiccupped. “What?”

“That’s Spencer’s rule number two. No killing inside Oblivion.” There was no use telling her how fear had spiraled throughout my body as soon as I saw the rogues. “The clients knew that.”

“The rogues didn’t!”

“It doesn’t matter. The crown princes’ pack members are aware of the rule. They are patrons here.” I brushed her tears away and in a calm voice, I added, “You will be performing after me. Stop crying. The clients don’t find waterworks entertaining, Chloe. Do something about that or they will lose interest in you. Is that what you want?”

Chloe shook her head. She was a monster up on the stage but right now, she was like a helpless little girl despite her heavy make-up, fish-net costume, and boots.