Alima POV I sat by the counter, my back slightly slouched, my hands clasped together in my lap as I stared around, waiting to be called on stage. It was very hard for a lowly omega werewolf like me to secure a decent job, I could only work as a club dancer. I tried my best,I just couldn’t escape being here after all. “The Silvercrest pack wouldn’t leave our pack alone, it’s tiring to see how they’re making it difficult for our Alpha,” Benita, one of the club dancers, was talking to another dancer. “They’ve been enemies with our pack for decades, it’s hard for them not to cause trouble,” Sharon chirped in and I sighed, tired of their conversation. “Alima!” Madam Vee said as she walked down to me, anger evident in her face. I quickly stood up and rushed to her before she could get to me. “What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be dancing and earning more money for me?” She yelled over the loud music and I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry ma’am, it won’t happen again.”
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