The Alphas Exclusive Stripper Novels & Stories

I tried to sway the topic “I know you’re a stripper,” Cassian dropped the sentence like a bomb. My fingers curled slowly at my sides. “I know you’re a stripper,” Cassian repeated, watching my face carefully. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe. Then I laughed. “That is the angle you chose?” I asked. “You waltz into my room at night to discuss this?” His mouth curved. “An Alpha’s daughter,” he said slowly, circling me now, “dancing on elevated platforms for coins and cheap applause.”

Ilya recognizes him as the boss of the club, the fucking bastard that Ilya will take his time killing sooner or later. He squints at Ilya, then at Soren. “You again? You keep creating a scene in my club. I could have you thrown out for this. He’s a stripper, of course; many alphas want to touch him. That's how he and every other stripper get paid around here.” “I’m sorry for my friend; it won’t happen again, Mr. Green. I’ll remind him of the rules." Soren apologizes with a bow, holding Ilya back from attacking both alphas.

He walks me backward, pressing me into a wall. “No,” his eyes glow bright blue as they snap open, just inches from my own. “Not at all. Take off your clothing.” “What?” I am hoping I misheard him. “Take off everything you are wearing,” Alpha Sylvester repeats his demand. “You don’t smell right. It needs to come off. NOW!” “No,” I protest. “ I refuse.” He doesn’t give me a choice. Grabbing my dress he pulls it roughly up and over my head. A few bobby pins fall to the ground, ruining my hair.

The whores giggled, rolling out of their flimsy clothings, exposing their tapering V between their oiled clammy thighs with breasts of varying sizes. The colour rushed to my face. It was bad news Kazamir humiliated me with the new deal, but it was worse to throw bones at me to assuage my anger. If he wanted to apologize, he must bend the knee before me and revoke the fucking deal. I'm no ordinary Alpha. I'm Alpha Cassian of the House of Storstrand, and I_

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

He returned with an empty wine glass. Then his hand dipped to his boot. My stomach dropped. The dagger came out, gleaming under the dim light. He walked to the counter table and dropped it there with a solid clink. His eyes cut back to me. Wolf-red. “Strip.” My breath caught. “Saint...” “Strip.” The Alpha command took effect again, and my hands moved without permission. My nightie slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Shame scorched my skin as I stood bare before him, trembling.

he moaned. "Didn't you enjoy teasing me while I treated you well?" I retorted, smirking as I slowly peeled off my t-shirt, earning impatient growls from him. "I'm going to play the bad girl now, Alpha," I purred, whispering in his ear, causing him to hiss. His arousal was visibly evident, which only made me more determined. I discarded my clothes one by one, turning my undressing into a tantalizing striptease.

We finally stopped before them, Lady Bianca bowled and left, leaving me in the hands of the man who won't hesitate to kill me in seconds I couldn't meet their gaze, especially Alpha Ortega the look in his eyes tonight speaks of danger, I look down fiddling with my gown, awaiting his punishment or whatever he has for me "Look up here Melissa" His voice sounded dreaded, and slowly I raised my head. His sharp deep blue eyes pierced into mine, the first three buttons of his shirt were open and his perfectly tattooed chest glow in beauty, everything about him is beautifully dangerous "Strip….." Came that mighty one word yet distorting. My eyes widened and I looked around to see the eyes of the ot

Together, the three Alphas began to strip down, folding their clothes neatly as their betas and gammas joined the front. Trevor caught Trixie’s eye before shifting. She stood a few paces behind the crowd, arms crossed loosely, her expression unreadable. He nodded once. I’ll be back soon. With a final howl, the three Alphas shifted, fur exploding from skin, and massive wolves stood where men once were. Trevor’s wolf was a deep, silvery-gray with gleaming golden eyes, towering in stature.

Thorne shut the door behind him and slowly approached me, like a predator eyeing its prey. “W-what do you want?” I stuttered, taking a step back and he scoffed at that as he continued approaching me. “What do I want? Have you forgotten what I told you?” He was now in front of me, towering over me like a giant. “I own you, stripper, and I can do whatever I want with you.” He growled. “My name is Calista.” I said, through clenched teeth, completely furious about the fact that my body craved him so badly when all he did was insult and belittle me.