Chapter 8: Chapter - 8 : Working as A Waitress In The Bar

(Faedra's Pov).

I stood outside the big building that had different lights shining from the inside with loud music. The Red-light district, I had heard of the place, it was quite famous. Even back in my pack, I had heard men discuss the red-light district, and I already had an idea of what the so-called bar was all about.

The place disgusted me, I felt ashamed to stand In front of the building, I had never, for once, imagined that one day I'd be a worker at the bar. I stared as men and women all dressed in luxurious and expensive clothing walked in and out of the building.

I moved away from the front and walked around, looking for the back door, as I hadn't come to be entertained but to work. When suddenly, a hand pulled me and dragged me.

I was confused and tried to pull my hand when the she-wolf dragging me glared at me. “Aren't you here for a job!” she spat, and I immediately stopped and nodded. “I…I am”.

She didn't say a word, and only pulled me inside through the back door to the back of a line. I blinked and looked around me. All the she-wolves on the line looked like models. They were barely covered and all dressed in very seductive and open clothes with makeup and heels, making her feel inferior. I immediately understood what was happening, they were strippers.

The bar was quite well-known for its exquisite strippers that made people from different places and packs visit them. It was more of a club and brothel than a bar, it made me even more uncomfortable to be here, and I immediately spoke up. There'd been a mix-up, a stripper was the last thing I wanted to be at the moment.

The line moved, and I walked forward to meet the person in charge, he wore a suit and looked different from the rest of the workers in uniform, and he was giving orders, I had guessed he was the manager.

“Excuse I am sorry, but I think there's been a mix-up” I picked my words carefully as I didn't want to offend him with any of my words or tone. “I… I came here for a job but not for a stripping job, I do not want to be a stripper." He scowled at me, and I immediately looked down at my feet. “Who do you think you are, little bitch?" he sneered. "You actually think you can become a stripper in the Red-light district! You are worthless and even with that pretty face and body, you are not getting any man with that.” He pointed at my belly and I almost winced at his words. “Take this.” He threw some clothes at my feet and I immediately bent down to pick it.

The clothes were similar to the ones the waitresses around wore. “That is the only thing you're useful for around here, you've lost your value and no male here will want you, get out of my sight and change to that. You will resume work immediately, prepare to serve the guests.”

Even though his words were harsh and hurt, I was still grateful. I had found a job and a place to stay, and I wasn't going to be a stripper, I bowed at him and left with no words. Three other she-wolves were chosen from the many that lined up to become strippers that night. The manager had given them their stripping costumes to resume work immediately as well, and a waitress was assigned to take us to the changing room.

I walked behind everyone quietly, the girls seemed happy to have been picked. I felt disgusted with them, they were happy to be strippers. To become an object of entertainment in the bar, to expose their body and dance In front of the pole to entertain and please wealthy men and women and even warm the beds of those willing to pay. I couldn't imagine myself doing such. But I couldn't help but think again about what must've pushed them into stripping at bars and clubs.

They must've been pushed to the wall and not have another choice like her but to become strippers. Maybe they were pushed to do it, either way, it was quite sad.

We arrived at the changing room and I walked in to drop my bag, it had different stalls and I picked one to change into my waitress uniform.

Thankfully, unlike the strippers, I had been given a quite covered and comfortable uniform with gloves too. It was perfect for the cold. I quietly changed out of the old clothes I had picked from the Alpha manor into the new, comfortable, and covered waitress uniform.

I packed my hair into a neat bun, as I didn't want to look out of place. I noticed most of the waitress wore their hair up and in a bun. I placed my bag carefully by the side and arranged my things.

Just as I had finished changing and was coming out of the stall, I heard a voice and paused when I heard “pregnant she-wolf.”

“Can you imagine she thought she could be a stripper like us?” I heard another voice.

“That dirty thing? Of course, peasants like her are allowed to dream.” Laughter followed, and I frowned.

Were they talking about me?

“I cannot believe the manager let her work as a waitress here, she will definitely stain the reputation of the bar "“She must have bribed him with her pretty face and spread her legs, no wonder she is an unmated pregnant she-wolf.”

“Unmated? It is true, I didn't see any mark on her neck, and the scent on her -”

“She must've been rejected by her mate because of how much of a whore she is."

My fists were clenched, and I pushed the door in anger. The two she-wolves looked surprised to see me, but their expression quietly went back to normal.

The taller brunette girl smirked, while the other blonde she-wolf that stood beside her had a little look of guilt. I now understood why the strange woman from the woods had asked me to get rid of my baby; of course, things like this were going to happen to me.

“Oh it's the pregnant bitch,” the brunette said mockingly. I recognized the voice, she was the one who said my mate must've rejected me. Those words hurt because it was true, I was rejected and unwanted by them, but I wasn't going to look pathetic and let two strippers insult me.

“Oh it's the ugly bitch,” I said back in the same mocking tone. A look of surprise flashed on her face and then anger, she must've not expected me to talk back.

“What did you say?!”

“I said it's the ugly bitch!” I refused to back down and glared back at her. I could easily tell she wasn't as pretty as I was, even with the makeup on her face and slutty outfit.

“Claire…” the blonde girl said. It was clear she didn't want trouble and was only talking and supporting her friend because I wasn't there. She didn't look quite as confident as the brunette, who looked like she was going to tear me apart any moment from now.

“How dare you lowly thing call me ugly,” Claire spat, she was enraged. It looked like I pressed her buttons and hit the right one.

“You said it yourself, I have a pretty face which you lack, I could hear the jealousy oozing out of your voice!” I snickered.

“Y…you!” I heard the blonde try to speak, but was interrupted by the brunette.

“Do you know who I am?”

“A slut!” I fired back. “A whore, a cheap display and pleasure thing, you call me a whore but look around, look at you” I gave an irritated look at her outfit that barely covered anything. “It is obvious who the whore is, you are only getting paid to please people, a pleasure object of no value, that is what you are. You are only jealous and wish to be me.” She was red and furious.

“You bitch! I'll make you eat your words!” She rushed to attack me and my eyes widened, and I immediately wrapped my arm around my stomach, hoping to at least protect my baby, when someone suddenly appeared In front of me and held her hand.

“What do you think you're doing!” A wavy-haired girl appeared and pushed the brunette stripper back. The wavy-haired girl was stunning, she had brown skin that looked like a natural tan and warm brown eyes that reminded her of Alpha Zed, she was also dressed in a waitress uniform like her.

“You two, if you don't apologize, I will report to the manager and see to it that you're fired and never accepted in any bars around again.” The two strippers looked shocked and hesitantly apologized and ran away after being threatened.

“Thank you,” I said to the girl who smiled widely at me.

“It's nothing, you're now under the manager and shouldn't let those little things bully you.” She waved. “I'm Stella by the way.” She stretched out her hand and I took it. “I've heard a lot about you, we can be friends, don't worry, I'll see to it that you're never bullied in the bar as long as I'm around."