VOL 3: The Defiant Mate

VOL 3: The Defiant Mate
Rosa grabbed the pole from behind, her ass pressed against it as she danced. She twirled her hips, sliding down the pole and going back up.

Music flared in the background, and excited screams rose from the crowd of men seated around her.

A few walked closer to the podium, raining stacks of money. She didn't have to worry about it as the staff always made sure she got her money.

She wrapped a leg around the pole and slid up, spinning around. She whipped her head to the side and grabbed the pole with both hands as she did a split in the air.

"Rosa!" The crowd chanted.

She smiled seductively, moving around the pole as though it was a part of her body. She was in her element.

She could feel a strange stare. From the start of her set, she had felt eyes on her. It wasn't the stare that bothered her; it was the fact that she noticed.

Rosa was quite used to staring; it never bothered her. It didn't matter the intent behind the eyes, she was quite used to ignoring them but try as she might, she couldn't ignore these eyes.

She hung upside down with only her legs holding her as the pole spun. It was brief but she caught sight of him in the VVIP section. Dark blonde hair, sharp blue eyes and a cigar to his lips.

What is he doing here?

This was Alpha Asher's territory but if he wasn't causing any trouble, there was no rule that said he couldn't be here.

She sighed and pushed him away from her mind as she concentrated on her set. She couldn't let him distract her tonight.

This was one of the few nights where she got to perform alone. It was also the night she made the most money.

She let the music consume her as she got absorbed in her dancing. His stare never faltered but she completely ignored it as she danced.

After her set, she was breathing harder than usual. She might have gotten too much into it. She blamed him. He didn't have to stare so hard.

She stepped off the podium in nothing but her pole heels, black pasties and a matching thong. She walked away from the viewers and into the back where dancers prepped.

Someone tossed a coat at her. She didn't have to look to know it was their manager. "That was spectacular," he praised. "I think that was your best set yet."

"You think?" she smirked as she put on the coat. "Thank you, Franco."

Their manager Franco was a man in his mid-thirties. He was a marked omega with a fashion sense that made Rosa jealous.

Today he was dressed in a red fur coat that dragged across the floor. Underneath the shiny faux fur, he wore a pair of black pants and boots to match.

"Of course, Rosa. You know my compliments don't come cheap." Long slender fingers waved in the air as he spoke. He had well-manicured nails that were painted red.

"I know, Franco. I will be in the dressing room. I need a moment to unwind."

"Take your time, sweetpie. I will let you know if you still need to perform tonight. Girls!" he clapped loudly as he turned away from her. "Next, move it, move it."

Rosa clutched the coat tighter around her body. If Franco was giving her time to rest, she would certainly take it. He must have really liked her performance.

She frowned as she recalled that Alpha Nolan was the reason she had performed so intensely. She pushed him out of the back of her mind; she really couldn't care less.

She smiled and waved to the girls as she made her way to her corner. She struck up a few conversations but she was too tired to gossip.

Her corner was low-lit. She walked towards her vanity and took a seat. The mirror had vanity light strips around it and they had a soft red glow to them.

She leaned forward and checked her makeup. Her lipstick needed a little touch-up, and a thin coat of grease covered her face from all the dancing.

She pulled out the drawer and immediately started touching up her makeup. Franco was nice but they were only halfway through the night; she would be needed very soon.

She smiled politely at the other girls that were getting ready for their performance or stepping in to touch up their makeup.

She had been working as a stripper and pole dancer in Velvet Club for nearly six years though she had been in Reef City for almost a decade and had worked in this club for that amount of time.

However, she was underage when she first arrived and could only clean up after the club was over. Franco was the assistant manager at the time and was hesitant about hiring her.

She smiled to herself, wondering what was triggering the memories. It was such a long time ago.

"Rosa," a soft voice called.

She turned her head, holding a red lipstick to her lip. "Yes, Marie."

Marie was one of the young waitresses who waited at the tables. She was dressed in black thigh-high boots and pantyhose. Over it, she wore a red bodysuit paired with black gloves.

"You were requested for a private performance," she explained.

This wasn't unusual but private performances were expensive. "Who requested it?" she asked and returned her gaze to the mirror.

She had her usuals who always requested a dance and she was quite comfortable with them. The ones she had to watch out for were the new ones.

If she was unlucky, she might end up with a bastard who couldn't keep his hands to himself and worse was if he was an Alpha.

Some days she was grateful she wasn't affected by pheromones. She had seen how far these bastards would go to get their way.

The Velvet Club was safe enough that they rarely had incidents but it wasn't completely unavoidable. Especially if the Alpha in question was a rich brat.

"Mafia King Nolan."