Escort

Estelle

I had cried my eyes out in Kaleb’s car until not a single drop of tear remained. When Kaleb told me that he was taking me somewhere to take my mind off Lara and Eden’s betrayal, I’d expected him to drive me to some high fancy restaurant, the arcade or inside the woods where he would flaunt his wolf and taunt me for having a dormant one—like he’d always done.

Not drive me to a private sex club in the middle of the night.

Slow sensual music played in the golden dimly lit space.. My eyes widened from the half-naked men and women serving as waiters, a woman completely unclad spinning on a pole as men and women threw money at her. The kind of place that an ‘acting Luna’ shouldn’t be found in.

I cupped Kaleb’s elbow and pulled him back. “What the fuck are we doing here?” I shouted over the music that had now switched to a loud tune.

Kaleb let out a breathy laugh. “A place where you can have fun, shove your middle finger in Eden and Lara’s face and fuck as many dicks as you want. Three. Four,”

My lips parted and words failed me to say. One would think that him being the Beta meant that he swore his allegiance and loyalty to Eden but the truth was, the reason Kaleb agreed into becoming Eden’s Beta was me.

He had never believed that he was fit to rule a pack—infact, he had never supported our relationship from the onset.

My parents died in a car crash six years ago and as their only child, I was supposed to rule the pack. But in the Moonshadow pack, a woman becoming the Alpha was widely frowned upon.

In most cases, the women were killed, framed and casted aside if they insisted on running the pack.

My best attempt at saving my life and keeping power was by making Eden Alpha and I will become Luna.

I sat in the booth next to Kaleb as he waved towards one of the servers. “Welcome to the Pink Groove Club, what can I get for you two tonight,”

“I’ll have Angelo Azzuro. Make it sharp and hot…” He twisted. “And for the gentle miss here—” His lips curled in a smile. “Same one for her. Make it extra hot!”

“Kaleb!” I blinked my eyes away from him, smiled at the server. “A Pinot Grigio,”

“Very well,”

Kaleb leaned against the booth, doing something on his phone while my eyes widened in shock when one of the guys on stage flashed his dick for money. “The fuck…” I whispered.

“Is this where you come to every night instead of patrolling the pack and making sure that the Rogues enter,”

Kaleb chuckled and darted his eyes to me. “If I had abandoned my duties, I’m sure we would all be dead by now. I only come here sometimes. Twice in a week,”

He leaned forward and pointed to someone on stage. “That is Mark, pretty good…” pointed to another. “And Henry,” another. “Then there is my favorite girl, Stacy,”

I stared at him with amusement. “So, you have cracked everyone here?”

“Nope. Some—” A waiter dropped our drinks at the table and I took in his chiseled abs. “I don’t have a mate and since Lara turned out to be a bitch, I can

do whatever I want…” He raised the glass to his mouth, his eyes following a red-haired woman.

My heart squeezed at the mention of Lara. “We agreed not to talk about Lara and Eden,”

“My bad,”

Kaleb quickly downed his drink, whipping his head back to me. “Estelle, I have an important business to take care of—”

“Important business,” I enunciated.

He chuckled. “But, be at ease, I invited an escort…” He glanced at the indoor balcony to be sure she was still there while my mind was still reeling from what he had just said.

“You did what!”.

“A male escort. He will give you company, fun and most importantly, sex. Black Magenta eyes, brown hair, he is wearing a blue shirt and white loose pants,”

He flashed me his phone for a second. I didn’t even get to get a proper look at the picture of the escort because he was already jostling up the stairs like he couldn’t wait to get his pants down.

Before I could shout his name, my phone buzzed in my hands.

It was a call from Eden. Anger coursed through me as I stared at the screen, the memories from earlier rushing in again. I swallowed hard, slowly tethering the edge of hurling my phone on the brick wall.

I didn’t answer. I just my phone off and shoved it into my pocket.

I slowly sucked in a deep breath, ready to swivel my gaze for a man with thick brown hair, blue shirt and…

My train of thought stopped, a gasp almost leaving my throat when someone stalked into the club with lethal grace. His frame was tall and imposing, a dark aura swirling around him as everyone stopped to take a look at him.

Even the air came to a still at the weight of his presence.

And damn was he big. 6 '5 in feet at least. Every inch of his neck darkened with ink before disappearing into his shirt.

I couldn't close my mouth as I watched him flit those darkened gaze around desperately—like he was searching for…

I froze.

Searching for me! He perfectly fit the description of the escort Kaleb got me.

My heart started racing as I rose to my feet and followed where he just disappeared into.

The ladies' restroom?

Confusion swirled in my mind for a second, could Kaleb have misinformed him and told him that I was waiting in the restroom?

I tried to create a mental note in my head. “Hi, I am Estelle. No, I couldn't tell him my real name. I am Cora and you are the escort–” I almost screamed from the excitement flapping its wings inside of me.

It was crazy how quick I’d moved on from what Eden and Lara did to me hours ago. That was the thing with me. Hurt me and lose me.

I released a breath, smoothened my hair and opened the door only to…

Fingers strapped with brass knuckles buried deep inside someone’s stomach, horror washing down on me as the man spurted out blood.

The one who had just delivered the punch, tossed a glance at me over his shoulder, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth as our eyes locked. “Close the door,”

He cracked his fist into the man’s jaw and this time, the man groaned, falling to the ground. “Close the damn door,”

I couldn't move.

He cocked a brow at me. “If he leaves…”

He had barely completed his words when the other man ran past me, shoving me aside before I could stop him.

Annoyance flared alive in his eyes and as I muttered the word ‘sorry’ and attempted to close the door, he yanked me by my ponytail and pushed me to the wall.

I bit back on a yelp, almost withering in his presence as he braced a hand on the wall over my head, his other hand resting on my hips as he tilted his head and studied my face.

Goosebumps rose up my stomach and his face was so close that I could nearly breathe. “Is this part of the entertainment that an escort is supposed to provide,” I said stupidly as his fingers went higher, grazing my hips.

Dark amusement sparked in his eyes. “Escort—” The word rolled out of his tongue like he enjoyed tasting each syllable.

“You’re waiting for me?”

My breathing hitched. “My friend said you are supposed to entertain, keep my company and—”

“—fuck you,” He completed, his mouth curling into a smile, wetness pooling between my thigh as my skirt skid higher.

“And could that be part of the entertainment? What I just saw?” I swallowed.

I was out of my mind. I had seen blood, clearly. Or maybe the shock had robbed me of sense, leaving me to spill nothing but gibberish and this man enjoyed playing with me like a cat trapping a mouse beneath its paw.

“Entertainment? Is that what you think it was?” his fingers were slipping through the inside of my thigh and I could swear that he had smelled me leaking pheromones. “Now, I’ll have to punish you for letting that man off,”

This man certainly wasn't the escort and I had followed the wrong person.

Before I could scream for help, he slapped my inner thigh and I parted it in response. His knuckles grazed my wetness, thumb circling my clit. “Aww, you are already wet for me—” He slipped my pants to the side and a gasp escaped me when he pushed a finger inside of me and thrusted to the hilt.

His eyes burned through my face and that was when I noticed the scar running underneath his jaw as he slipped another finger in.

This time, I moaned—knees almost buckling.

“The last time you’ve had sex—” He kept thrusting his fingers inside of me, his other hand gripping my jaw. “When I ask you a question. You answer,”

“Three years ago,”

Eden and I stopped having sex after he came to me, telling me he wanted us to be celibate—just to make our wedding night special. I trusted him, believed him, not knowing he was fucking Lara behind my back all along.

Mystery man groaned against my mouth, his erection pressing against my stomach. “Fuck…now I know why you are so tight,” He dropped my jaw and crushed his lips on mine, slipping another finger inside my cunt.

His thrusts became rougher, punishing as he ravaged the inside of my mouth and claimed it like he owned it. “Tell me, how many men do I have to fuck out of your system,” his fingers curled inside of me.

“One,” my lips trembled.

“You’re not that far gone—” He drew his fingers out just when I was on the edge of crashing around him.

He pulled back. “That is your punishment—”

Gasping for breath and dying with need, I stared at him in disbelief as he turned those huge shoulders to me. “I would come get you later,” He smirked and left.

‘Come get me later’

Why did that sound like a threat?

No. There was no later. After leaving this damned club, I would cancel the wedding, remove Eden from his position as the Alpha and banish both him and Lara from the pack.