Meanwhile, Giselle’s car pulled up to the gates of the Silver Fang Pack. She barely had time to step out before the old but still sharp-eyed Alpha Joel, nearly seventy, greeted her eagerly.

“There you are,” he said, grinning. Without hesitation, Alpha Joel grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly toward his private room, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Alpha Joel quickly pulled her into a hug and kissed her passionately, removing her clothes in the process. Giselle was taken aback but decided to let him continue. She was here to please him, after all.

"Suck my cock, Giselle," Joel demanded, his voice low and husky.

Giselle obliged, kneeling down in front of him and taking his dick into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down as she asked, "Do you like this, Alpha? Am I good at giving blowjobs?"

Alpha Joel trembled at her touch, his hands reaching out to hold her head in place. "Yes, Giselle. My payment to you is so worth it. Suck it more."

Giselle took his words as a challenge and deep-throated his cock, her lips meeting his balls. She could feel him getting closer to cumming, but before he could, Joel pulled away and commanded her to bend over the bed.

"Show me how ready your pussy is, Giselle," he said, his voice filled with desire.

Giselle did as she was told, lying down on the bed and spreading her legs wide open. She started rubbing her clit, feeling herself getting wetter with every stroke. "I'm ready, Alpha Joel. Fuck my pussy now."

Alpha Joel didn't need any more invitation. He rubbed his cock against her clit, teasing her before finally burying his whole dick inside her tight pussy. He started pounding her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Giselle," he groaned, his hands reaching out to squeeze her nipples.

Giselle moaned in response, her pussy tightening around his cock. She could feel herself getting closer to cumming, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Don't stop, Alpha Joel. Fuck me harder," she begged.

Alpha Joel obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pounded her pussy. Giselle could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing up as she prepared for the explosion of pleasure.

And then, she came. Her pussy clenched around Joel's cock, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Alpha Joel followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum.

The two of them lay there, panting and spent. Giselle looked up at Joel, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Was that worth your payment, Alpha Joel?"

Alpha Joel smiled down at her, his eyes filled with desire. "More than worth it, Giselle.

Giselle stood up from the bed, her movements graceful and calm as she began slipping back into her clothes. Her long hair fell over her shoulder as she adjusted her top. She glanced at the time on her phone and sighed lightly.

“I need to go now,” she said firmly, walking over to the table to take the check that was already prepared.

But just as her fingers touched it, Alpha Joel’s wrinkled hand shot out and snatched it away. His grin was sly, his old eyes still gleaming with desire. “Not yet,” he said, voice low and eager. “One more round, Giselle.

Giselle straightened up and looked him squarely in the eyes. “No,” she said coolly. “The contract says one round for one hundred thousand dollars. That’s the deal. If you want another, you’ll have to book me again—and my schedule is full.”

Alpha Joel’s expression darkened, and he reached out to grab her arm, but his strength was no match for hers. With a swift push, Giselle shoved him back, making him stumble onto the bed.

"What kind of contract is this?!" Alpha Joel roared, his face reddening. "One measly time? Is that all I get? I demand more!" His voice cracked with barely controlled rage. He slammed his fist on the table, the expensive crystal glasses rattling precariously. Giselle, her expression unreadable, simply stared at him.

His outburst only solidified her resolve. With a swift, powerful kick, she sent him sprawling onto the plush carpet. "I said no," she repeated, her voice sharp as shattered glass. "And now, you're blocked. You won't be able to book me again. Ever." Her eyes, narrowed slits of icy fury, held his gaze. "And don't even think about trying to keep me here against my will. I have plenty of other Alphas who'd be more than happy to deal with your… inadequacies."

The bluster drained from Alpha Joel's face, replaced by a pathetic whimper. His arrogance, his bravado, vanished like smoke. He lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender, his voice a trembling plea. "I-I'm sorry, Giselle. Please… forgive me. I wasn't thinking…"

Giselle remained impassive. She snatched the check from the table, a contemptuous curl of her lip the only indication of her feelings. Without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving the desperate, humiliated Alpha alone in the opulent room, his anger replaced by a crushing sense of defeat.

*****

Giselle then arrived in a poor, secluded omega village tucked deep within the forest. The dirt path leading to the small cluster of wooden homes was quiet until the children caught sight of her car.

“Giselle!” they squealed with joy, racing barefoot across the field.

Giselle parked her car beside the only paved area and stepped out with a warm smile. She opened the trunk and began pulling out bags of groceries, canned goods, bread, fruit, and bottled water. Instantly, the children swarmed around her, helping carry the bags with excited chatter.

From the little homes, the omega community members emerged—thin, tired-looking men and women whose faces brightened at the sight of her. “Thank you, Giselle!” many of them called, some pressing their palms together, others simply nodding gratefully.

A small boy ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes tearing up. “Thank you, Luna,” he whispered.

Giselle chuckled softly and bent down to ruffle his hair. “I’m not a Luna, little one.”

“But you’re better than a Luna!” one of the mothers cried out, holding her baby. “Even the Alphas don’t care to step foot here, but you—”

“You come for us,” an older man said.

“You feed us,” another woman added.

“They treat us like slaves,” someone muttered. “We worked day and night, but never enough to eat. You changed that.”

One elderly she-wolf, her eyes filled with emotion, reached out and held Giselle’s hand. “Because of you, we able eat three times a day. We owe you everything.”

Giselle smiled through the weight of emotion in her chest. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “I will never stop helping you. We’ll build a better life—together.”

Just then, the small boy looked up at her and asked innocently, “Giselle, what’s your work?”