The Alpha King Is A Sleeping Beauty

CHAPTER ONE

The Whore's Spawn

/-Jade-/

"Come here, you little whore! Dance for us..." Hands were all over my body, pulling me in different directions, even before I got to the pole.

Bile rose in my throat as my skin prickled with disgust.

"Don't you want money? I have lots of it," another drunk slurred, showering me with wads of cash. His fellow vile wolves laughed. Of course, they saw nothing wrong with harassing a stripper.

I stopped in my tracks as he smacked my ass with his money.

"Go on, little slut. Get on your knees and pick them up. We know you need the money," another laughed.

I could feel the sting in my eyes as the tears began to form, my fists clenched by my side.

"Get down, you worthless whore!" Someone shoved me to the ground. "Grovel on the floor and pick as much as you can. Give us a fine view of that ass..."

I gulped hard. They were right. I needed the money. Otherwise, my uncle would kill me.

My hands set to work, picking as much as I could but that only gave these disgusting men access to my body. They touched me, everywhere, groped wherever they wanted as I gathered as much of the money as I could.

I shut my eyes, pretending these rowdy men were not molesting me. That this was all a horrifying imagination.

I reached for the last note but a foot stepped on it. I looked up slowly.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. I think we have done our parts, it's time to make us happy, don't you think?" The man grinned, grabbing my hair.

I tried to pull back but I was shoved forward. "Don't resist. Didn't Alissa teach you anything?"

At the mention of that name, anger coursed through my veins. It was rapid and almost blinding.

"You'd expect more from the daughter of a pack whore," He went on and in that moment, I saw red.

I forgot that this was the biggest and most expensive bar in town. I forgot that the drunk ass disgusting bastards here were elites and distinguished members of the pack. All I could see were foul-mouthed assaulters.

Just as my anger was reaching its brim, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his member.

"Maybe we should give the whore's spawn the lesson her mother failed to give her," he said and they cheered. A hand forced my head down, while others held my hands so I wouldn't escape.

He grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth wide open and pushed his member.

"Now suck on it, like a good girl. Don't struggle," he said, pushing himself into my mouth. I struggled to free myself from their grip and he slapped me.

"I. Said. Don't. Struggle."

I knew no one here would come to my rescue. Not even the manager. They were big on keeping the customers happy. Aside from that, my mother had quite a reputation in the RedClaw pack, so no one really cared what happened to me.

A stripper born of a whore was no different from a whore herself. I was a nobody, a fatherless bastard, born to satisfy their dirty fantasies. And my uncle made that possible.

"Good girl. If your mother had been this obedient, maybe she would have still been alive."

That was the final straw. I opened my mouth and bit down on his member as deeply as I could. He let out a scream and all hands left me.

I didn't let go of him. I was going to rip it off.

"Get off me!" He yelled, punching me in the face but I refused to let go. These were one of those times I wished I had my wolf. I would extend my canines and rip him apart in an instant.

The bar was in panic as he cried.

"Get her off! Get her off!!" He sobbed, and the men charged at me, grabbing me from all directions, but it only made my job easier, and he wailed.

They stupidly applied more force and subsequently aided me in ripping it off. His screams tore through the building as blood gushed out.

They let go of me, rushing to him as I spat his dick out. Without hesitation, I ran. I didn't dare stop to catch my breath or even look back.

I ran all the way home.

On getting to my uncle's house, he eagerly got off the couch, waiting to collect my earnings of the day, but his expression dropped when he noticed I was empty-handed.

He was a sturdy man with a big stomach and a very mean face. His eyes narrowed at me.

"Where is it?" He demanded, ignoring the fact that I was covered in blood. "Where is the money you earned today?"

My throat went dry.

"Answer me, Jade!" He barked and I flinched.

"I.... I.... Couldn't make any money..." I stuttered and he was in front of me in an instant.

"Would you kindly repeat that?"

I sucked in a breath, fighting the tears gathering in my eyes.

"They were harassing me, Uncle. They didn't even let me dance, they put their hands all over me..."

"And?" He asked impatiently. I don't even know why I was surprised. This man didn't care what happened to me. He just wanted money for gambling, beer and funding his daughter's treatment.

"They spoke about my mother and I lost my temper and attacked one of them. I think I ripped his dick off and then the bar..."

"YOU DID WHAT?!!" He yelled.

"It was self-defence..." I tried explaining, but then Merida, my eight-year-old cousin, appeared in the doorway. She was pale and sickly as always.

"What's going on, pa? Why are you yelling?" She asked weakly, taking slow shaky steps towards us.

"Your worthless cousin has doomed us! She injured a customer in Legacy!" He exasperated. "Do you have any idea the kind of people that roll in that bar?! Do you even realise how much trouble you've brought to us?"

"But it was..."

"It was nothing, you little wrench! So what if they insulted your mother? Wasn't she a whore? They put their hands on you, so what?! What were you expecting when you chose to strip?" He barked at me.

"I chose to strip?" My voice broke as I asked that question. "You were the one who dragged me to that bar and signed me up as a stripper simply because it would generate more money than my waiting job. You didn't care that the place was filled with rough men and I was only fifteen. For four freaking years, you forced me to strip, threatening me with your daughter's medical condition. You didn't give me a single penny, even when I was facing all that abuse and harassment. I can't even count the number of times I was almost raped..."

I didn't get to finish the words when a slap met me across the face.

"You ungrateful brat!" He growled. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! Without me, you would have died on the streets with your useless whore of a mother!"

A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Father please..." Merida pleaded. "If Auntie is in trouble, we need to help her."

A teary smile formed on my face. She was one of the reasons I was enduring all this maltreatment. Her mother died immediately after childbirth. I practically raised her, even though I was just twelve then.

"We?" He scoffed. "I don't need to do anything. She will pay for her crimes!"

My heart skipped a beat.

It seemed like my brain did not fully register how much trouble I was in until that moment.

"But pa... you can't just abandon her," Merida's eyes watered. "I... I need her... Who will take care of me if they take her away?"

That seemed to get to him. The man was so deep into gambling that he couldn't do anything useful for himself. He shot me a thick glare and returned to the couch.

"Come sit here, baby," he gestured at her. She walked slowly to the space beside him and settled down. She let out a cough, and he stroked her back gently before turning his attention to me.

"Merida's right. We still need you. But there's not much you can do if you remain here. Those men are rich and powerful. If they find you, it is over. Which is why you have to go somewhere else, to an entirely different pack."

My stomach twisted. A different pack? To strip all over again? I didn't even have any money on me, so how the hell was I even going to travel, not to mention survive on my own?

"I have a place in mind," he said. "It's something I have been planning for a while now. But this time, we won't be going for the small fish."

My stomach twisted further. Why did I not like the sound of that?

"Go in there and pack all our belongings. We will be leaving for Skyspire immediately," he instructed, and my blood ran cold.

"Skyspire?" I blurted. "Isn't that the Lycan pack?"

"Yes?"

"Uncle, you know we can't get access to Skyspire. Only the highest-ranking weres are allowed into the pack," I said. "They will kill us before we even come a hundred meters close to their borders."

"That restriction was lifted three years ago. Especially since the princess went missing. The borders are open to everyone, as long as they have useful information on how to find the princess," he smirked, and my blood ran cold. "The reward money for whoever has useful information is ten million, and the one who finds the princess gets a hundred million."

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I had a really bad feeling about this.

Goddess, what is this man up to now?