All Chapters of Alpha’s Homecoming : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Clair Chen?” Under the dark staircase that led to whatever was waiting for me, the vibrant voice shook me free from the edge of my anxiety. This place wasn’t built for comfort, only for business. And everyone here clearly meant business. “Yes, sir?” I answered sluggishly, my voice trembling in quiet rhyme with my steps as I moved forward, standing before the tall, tattooed man I suspected owned the nightclub. “A single complaint from him, and you are out.” He said it plainly, without the slightest hint of mercy, and I nodded even though hesitation burned through my veins. I hated every inch of this situation, but running wasn’t an option anymore. I had already been given to the highest bidder, my best bidder if luck could even be twisted to mean something so cruel. “Mr. King VIP Room Vee.” The man muttered to the woman beside me, the one sexily dressed in gold and lace, and she gave him a curt nod before taking my arm gently. I followed her cautiously, my pulse thrumming loud e

Clair’s POV My thighs still throbbed, each pulse dragging back the fresh, hot memories of his wild, consuming touches. The way he had spread my legs apart, commanding every inch of me as he drove roughly into my body, had been both terrifying and devastatingly satisfying. And yet I hate him, hate that if I could go back to that moment, I would have thrown his money in his arrogant face. Instead, I’d clung to him shamelessly, tightening my arms around a stranger who bought my first time, silently begging him not to stop the way his lips traced fire along my neck. Shame burned through me, but so did the memory of wanting him, wanting every reckless second. “It’s all over now Mum. You’ll live, I promise.” I murmured the words as I twisted open the knob to our apartment. Darkness swallowed the space, and the faint rays filtering through the blinds sent a strange, uneasy shiver crawling across my skin. The underground club had been like this too, dim, cold, heavy with secrets. Excep

Clair's POV The Autumn breeze was something I had always looked forward to, and now, feeling it hit me at full capacity, I wiped the stubborn tears off my cheeks and gently pushed my mother, fragile in her wheelchair toward her bed. “You’ve done so well, Clair. Don’t worry about me anymore.” My mother’s voice trembled, her eyes misty as tears lingered on her lashes, and I fought mine back, hating how completely pathetic and exhausting my life had become. “I will always take care of you, Mum. You don’t have to worry,” I whispered, finally allowing the tears that had practically become a part of me to fall again. I bent down and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead, and her faint smile felt more fulfilling than anything else I had left in this world. “I’m late for work, Mum. Let me be on my way,” I said, and she nodded slowly, pulling the duvet over herself. I watched her close her eyes before slipping out of the room. The new boss at the club was a great man. Ever since he learne

Clair’s POV I can’t deny the fact that I miss LA so much, and no matter how badly I want to hate my stepmom and Abigail, I just can’t. And Hana? She’s carved all over my heart. “Are you sure you can do this job?” The soft tone matched the soft smile spreading across the woman’s lips. I glanced at the badge pinned to her shirt read Kimberly . She nodded gently, like she was nudging me to say yes, like everything was going to be okay. “Yes, ma’am. I will do my best,” I replied, knowing I would give it my all. After all I can’t afford to lose a job anymore, not with Mom’s medical bills tying knots around my throat. “I’ll draft your job offer letter and you can sign it at your convenience,” she said. “Okay ma’am, thank you,” I smiled, relieved to finally get a decent job, one that didn’t require serving my looks or my body. “You can wait at the reception. And please, call me Kimberly,” she added politely. I nodded and stepped out to wait. Almost an hour passed. My mi

Clair’s POV I was hurt, but I knew I had to run. The pain was so severe, spreading dangerously through my body, and I forced myself forward, my escape fueled by pure panic and the raw instinct to escape him.I remembered that dark eye that had been on me earlier. He was obviously a PA or something like that, stalking me under his boss’s orders, probably watching every move I made.“Do you need any help?”A voice trailed from behind and my heart froze, terrified he had found me again. Reluctantly, I looked back and met the concerned eyes of a policeman.“No, thank you,”I said, continuing to limp toward home. I could always sneak in without Mum seeing me like this, and after cleaning my bruised knee, I would face her then.“You sure? You’re walking strangely.”His voice sounded eager, genuinely worried, but I didn’t need anyone’s attention right now. Not when trouble kept stalking my shadow.“I tripped, but I’m fine.”I responded, and he nodded, though his gaze