Chapter Two

Scarlett’s POV

“You’ll get no preferential treatment here, woman! The sooner you realize that, the better for you!” One of the cougars in the place, pulls me by the hair, almost ripping it off before pushing me off, and I collide with one of the tables in the bar, spilling water on the floor in the process.

I yelp. Giggles fill the air, and I just pick up what’s left of myself.

“Now, clean up that mess!” She thunders, before prancing away. The nightclub is yet to be in full swing, and from the corner of my eyes, I can see about two or three customers, who didn’t even glance my way. They’re probably used to seeing something like this happen so frequently that they don’t care. It’s just another servant being reprimanded for probably doing something stupid.

The Howling Moon, the underground nightclub, is worse than I expected, and I didn’t think I’ll have so many rivals within the small frame of time I’ve spent here. They’re all bitter at me because I had the privilege of spending time with Alpha Liam before I “fucked up” by cheating on him—someone everyone is dying to have a glimpse of. That’s the story on everyone’s lips.

As I scrub the hard floor, wiping it clean, tears streaming down my cheeks, two tall women stop in front of me. “And if it isn’t the whore. Look at you, transitioning from eating with the alpha to scrubbing dirty floors,” one of them says but I pay them no heed, even as I feel their stares heavy on me.

Then, I feel a fizzling cold liquid dropping on my head, wetting me, and I gasp. “Oops. Sorry, whore!” The woman snicker, dropping a canned bottle on the floor.

Then, the other one presses her boot on the wet floor and steps on a place I’ve cleaned, before laughing and they both disappear.

I rise from my feet, drenched in a can of coke, and I bunch up my shoulders from the chill running down my spine. I immediately clean up the floor and head to the bathroom where I wash up.

I really hate it here.

It doesn’t help that I feel hungry gazes at me whenever I’m serving at the alphas table, even though I dare not glance at them. More than thrice, I’ve been groped, and I dare not question anyone. I’m nothing but a slave. Alpha Liam’s property. The last thing I will do is get on the bad side of anyone, particularly an alpha.

I finish washing a pile of dishes after my bath. It’s another day to serve the alphas, and as I head out of the kitchen, I notice that there are more bouncers than usual. There is a long line of people waiting outside and pleading to be let in as I peek, and I wonder if something eventful is happening today.

Loud music is playing, with strobe lights pulsing, and I head over to the bar, where I’ll get the drinks to serve the guests. There is an elixirist mixing drinks, and although I want to ask questions, I dare not.

“Don’t touch that! It’s special. It’s not to be handled by filth like you,” he says as I almost reach for it to add to the glasses I’m taking to the guests.

“Hey, new girl!” One of the guests gestures to me, and I immediately rush over to meet him, serving him one of the drinks. I stiffen when I feel his hand on my butt, but I don’t complain.

I don’t dare. I hear he’s the Beta of one of the powerful alphas in the city.

I move from table to table, enduring lewd stares until something in the air shifts, and everyone composes themselves, and even the loud music in the air quietens. I freeze, wondering what is going on, until someone calls my name in a near whisper.

“Get here, Scarlett!” I glance up to find one of the waiters beckoning on me, but before I can move, an intoxicating scent fills the air. My breath hitches and despite the alarm bells ringing in my head and begging me not to turn, I do. The presence around me is too strong to ignore.

I don’t see anything at first, other than the decorum in the air, and the fact that I’m the only one standing in the middle of the club until I whip my head to the left side of the club.

I see him, and everything around me stops. He’s at the VIP section of the club flanked by some other alphas I recognize, his presence drowning out every other thing. I gawk, drinking in his bare shoulders and powerful frame. He doesn’t even need to stand up before I know that he’s tall—very tall with broad shoulders accentuating his frame. He has a dangerous aura around me that sends a chill down my spine.

Then, before I can stop myself, I level my eyes with him, and sharp, piercing ice-blue eyes stare back at me. The golden glow beneath them sniffs air out of my lungs, stealing my breath away and my chest hammers. Something stirs within me, and I blink.

I should not be looking at an alpha. My hands tighten around the tray in my hands, and I turn to leave, but it’s already too late.

“Stop!” I stop dead in my tracks, my heart catching in my throat at the sound of a deep unfamiliar baritone voice.

Oh my God! I’m fucked. Is he going to punish me for having the audacity to stare at him?

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling on the tray and the wine in the glasses stirs. Then, I slowly turn to him, but this time, I don’t make eye contact.

“Come here,” he says, his voice carrying through the air, holding every bit of authority. I swallow hard, forcing my legs to move. My pulse elevates as I head towards the VIP table.

I bow slightly and I feel his gaze heavy on me. “A-At your service, sir,” I say hurriedly, my voice glib.

“I want her to serve me tonight,” he says, and from the corner of my eyes, I can see that his eyes do not leave me.

“Alpha Kill—” He halts Alpha Liam midway by lifting a hand. “Serve my drinks tonight.”

With a nod, I scutter back to the bar where the elixirist hesitatingly hands me the same wine he told me not to touch. I waste no time in returning to the VIP area, and dropping the wine on the table. Before I can retreat, I feel a strong hand yank me backward, and a second later, I stumble into his lap.

I gasp, feeling sudden heat rushing to my cheeks.

“Please, let me go,” I say, my tone gentle, still unable to hold his gaze.

“Who is she?” He asks, ignoring my plea and I squirm, trying to get out of his grip but he holds me down. “She smells…” He trails, leaning in closer to inhale my scent, his nose brushing against my neck. “Like sin.”

“Alpha Killian,” Liam says, his voice tight. “She’s a slave here in the Howling moon. But she’s not worth it,” he adds.

“I want her,” Alpha Killian says, and I immediately freeze from shock.

“What?” Liam stiffens.

“You heard me. I want this woman,” he says lazily, circling something around my back, and I shiver. “How much?”

“I could find someone befitting for you, Alpha Killian. If you want, I can call you the best of the women around here and let you have your pick. You can choose as many as you want—”

“I want only her,” he says, his tone a maddening calm, as he cuts Liam off mid-sentence. It sends tremors wracking through me, and despite what is going on, my mind is reeling from the closeness of our bodies.

“She’s my whorish mate that I rejected and put here, Alpha Killian. She’s used product.” He scoffs. “She’s basically useless. She’s good for nothing.”

“Three hundred thousand dollars.” Murmurs instantly fill the air, and my breath catches.

Liam’s eyes widen in shock. “You can’t be serious, Alpha Killian.”

Alpha Killian lifts his brow. “Is that little?” Then, he holds my waist more firmly against him. “If that’s the case, five hundred thousand dollars.”

Shocked gasps replace the murmurs and all eyes turn to me.

Liam looks like he just swallowed a glass,and from the way his eyelids quiver, I know what’s on his mind.

Alpha Killian smirks. “Do we have a deal?”