ALPHA’S DIRTY TEMPTRESS

LILITH’S POV

The loud pounding at my door is the last thing I need to hear today, especially not after this gloriously shitty week.

The last thing I need right now are visitors. I’d finally managed to put Jonah, my brother, to sleep after his latest attack.

After hooking him to a ventilator and watching his labored breathing finally settle into soft and well-paced slow breaths, I drop everything else I’m doing and march up to the front door, almost ripping out it’s hinges due to a bit too much wolf strength put in in my fit of annoyance.

Well, we can fix that later…

My wolf huffs within me, knowing that there’s a 70% chance we’re going to ignore it for weeks till it actually becomes a nuisance we can’t ignore.

“What is it?” I scream out before looking at who it is.

It only takes a moment to recognize twiddle dee and twiddle dum, A.K.A the Gregory twins; tall, huge, hunchbacked twins.

Alpha Arden’s dogs.

They stand, towering over me with almost a feet height difference while glaring back at me with their awful-looking yellow eyes and black irises; a tad bit too creepy for the already dark night.

On a normal day, I would hold my tongue and compose myself in front of them but not today… I have way too much on my plate, my wolf especially irked more than usual this evening.

Lucky for me, they overlook my defiance, forcing their way in without an invitation.

“Alpha’s got new orders for you.” Twindle dee speaks first, running his eyes over every crooked and run-down bit of the room and the chipped off wall paint with judgment.

There’s only so much I can afford, with most of the money I earn from missions and allowances going to Jonah’s medications.

He’s the only family I’ve got and I’m the only one that can take care of him. So, with the mention of a new job, my ears perk.

“What are the details?” I ask now.

“He needs an inside man to infiltrate the Deathstone pack and retrieve the blood scroll.” He says, dropping the vase back down carefully.

I let out a long whistle hearing just a bit of the info.

The famous Deathstone pack, A.K.A Dead Man’s land, under the jurisdiction of the infamous Devil, the rumored mad wolf King, Alpha Kain Gerard himself.

That pack is rumored to be a no go area for anyone with sane thinking, the foolish who had gone without heeding warnings were never heard of again.

No one dared show defiance when it came to the blood thirsty mad man that was Alpha Kain. Ruthlessly devouring every pack that stood in his way to obtain ultimate power over everything that could breathe, all just to achieve some crazy fantasy and become a self-proclaimed god himself.

The definition of a delusional psychopath with way too much privilege and power.

Luckily enough, I wasn’t just anyone, my skills weren’t just mediocre either; my reputation preceded me, which is why Alpha Arden, in all his wisdom, knew better to seek my assistance.

Plus, the riskier the job is, the more I would get out of it; my name would go down in history as well. And maybe he’d finally notice just how loyal I am and I’d earn some acknowledgement.

“Hmm” I pretend to think about it even though I’m already 100% in. “Well, I don’t know if I can do this, you know… it is the rumored bloodthirsty Alpha shithead I’m going up against."

“It’s Alpha Arden’s orders; you got no choice on this one.” He repeats it like I don’t already know whose orders it is.

I don’t back down, however, with an actual plan in mind.

“I’m sure it is… and the only reason why he chose me is obviously because I’m the best in what I do.” I say.

I pout like a little girl unconfident and second guessing herself

“Although in this case… I’m not so sure…” I draw out my words, hoping they take the bait now that I’ve spelt it out a little more clearly.

“What do you want?” He frowns now, finally asking the right questions.

My pout turns into a wide grin.

“A raise in my allowance… enough to pay off our debts with more to spare, and a nurse to watch over Jonah while I’m away.” I state firmly.

That’s not enough for the kind of risk I’m about to take, but I guess we can start from somewhere.

“You can speak to Arden about that.” He growls all up in my face, now giving me a good whiff of that dreadful smell wafting off him.

Sweet, now I just need to convince him to pay me more than usual and hope he doesn’t drop that speech about doing a duty for the pack on me. Duties don’t pay bills, and I have a lot of bills to pay.

“Deal… so, when’s the mission?” I ask, leaning against the wall already calculating just how much I can squeeze from this one.

The two scruffy men share each other a look and turn back to me with stoic and unfeeling eyes before responding.

“Now.”

***

Without prior briefing on every info I need on my new target besides a quick glance at his bio and a few instructions like ‘don’t get caught’ and ‘make your pack proud,’ I’m tossed right in the middle of a highly dangerous operation, dressed in rags and chained up like the rest of the women from conquered packs in an underground auction house, about to be sold off.

I wouldn’t be a professional if I couldn’t weasel my way out of this bad situation nevertheless. Besides, even with the little-to-no info, I was given the essentials; the name of my target and where I can find him.

All that’s left is to catch the eye of the devil himself.

I’m sitting in a large room filled with she-wolves in chains, all of us dressed in matching filthy attires to match the perfect occasion, just before the doors pull open and a skinny guy that appears to be most likely drunk.

He staggers into the room, not minding walking into anyone and pushing them aside as he forms a pathway for himself, all the while looking at every one of our faces like a prime rib he’s about to devour.

He does this till his eyes fall on me.

The smirk pulling at his lips reveals the dirty set of rotten brown teeth with a single golden tooth, throwing the entirety of whatever aesthetic he’s trying to pull off into the other direction.

“Well… aren’t you a looker?” He snickers to himself, walking even closer to me.

He wastes no time raking his eyes over my figure, the curve of my ass and my supple breasts all leaking through the flimsy material. He leans even lower, caressing my platinum blonde hair that’s almost white depending on the lighting.

I’ve been told just how much of a beauty I am, with more than a handful of men and envious women wishing they had half my beauty, to look appealing enough to fuck.

Perhaps one thing the moon goddess had done right was making me look like a walking Barbie doll… if not prettier

Sadly, being this pretty doesn’t put food on the table.

He looks all over me, licking his lips unceremoniously, in the process giving me a good whiff at his horrible breath.

“You will do just nicely.” He says just before he picks me up by simply pulling on my hair.

I yelp out in pain while he relentless drags me out by the hair out of the room, reminding myself not to knead his nuts and to let the plan play out just as planned, so as not to ruin my cover.

This is the only chance I have.

I’m pulled right onto a stage in front of a hundred horny men, all well dressed and looking for a slab of meat to fuck.

Each having one reason why they couldn’t find a she-wolf half interested to fuck any of them the natural way.

And the bidding begins without wasting much time.

“50 gold bars!” The first man yells out his price, short and stubby with a gut that seems just a little too big.

The only chance someone like him can get a girl is probably by buying her off the black market.

Makes sense.

“100 gold bars!” Another guy way better looking yells out.

From his looks alone, I can tell right away what his problem is.

Small dick.

The bidding continues on and on with half the audience clamoring to see just who gets to take me home tonight. And while they all do so, I look through the crowd for my target.

He shouldn’t be too hard to find — pale green eyes, with tanned skin and spiky dark hair, right? He should look just like his pictures in the files.

Unluckily, I see no one that meets such description, almost losing hope before our eyes meet.

Far into the crowd, just at the farthest edge, sitting quietly, he stands there, casually leaning against the wall in all his masculine glory.

His body chiseled perfectly into manly perfection, the epitome of a warrior that fights his own battles, biceps and triceps almost the size of my head and a tall build. Lightly tanned skin and curly midnight black hair with sharp green eyes that pierce right into my soul.

His face alone with a perfect jawline, a strong pointy nose and soft full lips screams sex appeal, and my wolf agrees completely with me, moaning like a horny bitch in heat.

To say the pictures did him absolutely no justice would be a lie.

“1000 gold bars!”

My eyes move back to my auction and sadly enough, the chubby guy’s winning and with an alarming rate. For some reason, no one else seems to have enough guts to bid higher.

A thousand gold bars was a lot of money to be fair.

I look back at the green eyed sex on a stick, staring back at him with my sapphire blue eyes with purpose.

I need him to bid… but he hasn’t put a single price on my head, not even once.

C’mon… don’t you want me?

I relay to him with my eyes alone, twirling at the ends of my hair.

He seems to get the message now because there’s a sudden interest in there — a shift from whatever it had been to curiosity. Lust.

Good.

A sudden breathlessness takes over, seeing the very brief glint in his eyes. Holding myself back from licking my lips, instead I muster a small smile of innocence with enough flirtatious energy while holding his gaze on me.

“2000 gold bars.” Fatso calls out again

Crap! Someone else is going to buy me at this point, then I’d have to take him out just to get back in track of the plan one way or another.

An unnecessary action I wouldn’t want to take.

“2000 gold bars… going once…”

I stare at him again, intensely holding his gaze. That stoic expression never fades out, however. His eyes remain cold and unmoving.

“2000 GOLD BARS going twice.”

Well, shit… I better rethink this entire plan at this point.

Just as I’m about to give into my new faith with recognition, I hear a new deeper voice call out.

“2 million gold bars.”

The hall grows deathly silent as I look up back at him again with bewildered eyes. His green eyes meet mine as well, never looking away once with burning intensity that stirs up something in the pit of my gut.

“2 million bars; going once, going twice… Sold!”