Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

LAKE:

We pulled into the Empire’s entrance. I prepared to alight from the vehicle, thinking of nothing but how to rest, I was all definitions of tired. I leaned against the head of my car seat just to shut my eyes for a moment.

“What the fuck is that?” Kenji’s question echoed and hung in the air. I did not reply.

“Is he beating her up? Wait. Is that the new girl?”

This time, my eyes flew open – even without my permission – and my head found itself in the same direction he was staring at.

Red hair, gloves…

Red and… I squinted my brows. The more the image became clearer, the more River gnarled in me, hungry for human flesh. My teeth bared at the sight of the man forcing his palm against her mouth. Her eyes were wide open with fear.

I was out of the car faster than the speed of lightning. My feet rushed towards them on their own accord. In a flash, I pulled him away from her, just like I had done many nights ago. Breathless with anger, I pressed his back against the wall and drove a hole into his stomach with my fists. I saw nothing but patches of red.

My fists cluttered his face. I drove his head into the wall time and time again. I could smell his fear and his blood.

I pulled him up by the throat. I saw and felt him slip out of consciousness. I could not let him go yet, not when his entire face wasn’t bleeding.

Something seized me in between punches. He fell limp to the floor and I cursed out loud. Why did someone always come to the rescue of these bastards?

I could feel sweat mixed with blood on my hands. I had no idea what liquid trickled down my forehead. I shook off the hand that held me. My eyes danced around, searching for Red. I found her crouched on the ground, her face flat against the floor. Both palms clasped her ears, she shivered violently.

My blood-stained hands lifted her off the ground and carried her up to my suite. She flinched hard when I laid my hands on her. Something in me wanted to go back and beat the man till there was no breath in him. Her ragged breathing was beginning to stabilize itself. I tried to focus on that and not her soft, smallish body in my arms.

Eyes burned on me, while Kenji walked briskly beside me, warding everyone away. He stayed silent as we entered the elevator. He only spoke when he ordered everyone else out of the elevator. I was sure that he had a lot of questions. I had no answers to them.

As we got off the elevator and began to walk into the familiar hallway that lead to my suite, I saw Niel walking towards us in a hurry. He stopped when he saw Red in my arms. His mouth opened slightly and he froze at the spot. I ignored him, determined to carry her to my bed.

“Will you be needing anything, Alpha?” Kenji asked. I got to the metallic door of the suite, he opened it for me.

“You can leave.” That was all I said.

I shut the door behind me, walked to the bed with her in my arms, and placed her on it as gently as I could.

It felt strange to treat a woman like this, it was not in my nature, but with her, everything seemed effortless.

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It was that.

She came down from the bed and stood at the edge. I took off my blood-stained clothes.

Her cheeks turned a dark shade of red. I could not tell if it was because of the fight outside or if it was my chest. Either way, her blush was arousing.

“You should lie down,” I said aloud. She turned away from me.

“I don’t want to stain your bedsheets. I… I can leave now, thank you.” Her voice was soft. She was still a bit shaken, but her eyes were focused on me. River whistled and I tore my eyes away from her. Her long blue dress was ruined by the blood stains she had gotten from being held to my chest. I grit my teeth to stop myself from acting even more strangely. But, the next words that slipped out of my mouth did so.

“You will be spending the night here. You can use my bathroom and change into my clothes.”

She blinked twice. We were both stunned by my statement. It was only a matter of time until she nodded and stepped into the bathroom.

When she entered, I walked into my kitchen to wash off my hands in the immaculate white sink. I moved to my wardrobe to take out clothes for her.

I could not remember the last time I entered the kitchen. The huge space was hardly ever used, still, it sparkled.

The four windows of the room were closed tightly. I doubt I had ever seen them open. There were cooking utensils around, all shiny and unused. I had never had a meal from here, I would always eat in the casino or other restaurants. I hated cooking and never thought about it.

I walked out of the kitchen, and into the room taking out the smallest pair of pajamas I owned, a grey-colored set, and placed it on my bed for her.

“Can you pass them to me, please?” Her small voice filled the room.

I looked up from the bed.