Revenge On The Tattooed Alpha

Olivia's POV

“Happy birthday, my dear Olivia,” I heard my mother's usual cheerful voice pierce through my sleep, jolting me awake. Blinking my eyes open, I saw her seated beside me on the bed, her charming smile lighting up her face, her sea-blue eyes — the same ones I inherited — brimming with happiness and love.

“Happy fourteenth birthday, my darling.” Mother's smile widened, and I smiled as I tried to sit in bed. “Good morning, Mother,” I greeted, rubbing my face with my hands.

“Morning, my darling. Are you excited to get your wolf?” Mother asked, and I swallowed nervously, which she noticed.

“You don’t have to be scared. If you don’t get your wolf today, you still have a chance on your eighteenth birthday when you might also find your mate,” she reassured me. I nodded, comforted by her words.

“So, I want you to dress up and come downstairs; everyone is waiting for you.”

“Alright, Mother,” I nodded while she kissed me before leaving my room.

After she left, I stood to my feet and went over to the mirror. Standing before the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. Today was my fourteenth birthday, and if I was lucky, I might get my wolf. I was so excited and anxious at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, I left the mirror and took my bath. After bathing, I got dressed in the new dress Mother had gotten for me and then packed my hair in a bun before leaving the room.

Arriving at the sitting room, I met everyone at the table: Mother, Father, and my elder brother James. They all smiled at me. “Happy birthday, Olivia,” they chorused in unison. “Thanks, everyone.” I placed a kiss on Father’s cheek and then on Mother's before moving to James. “Are you excited?” James asked, and I smiled and nodded.

I wanted to take my seat but noticed my favorite juice wasn’t on the table, so I excused myself and went to the kitchen. After picking up the can of juice, I heard loud voices coming from the dining room. Confused, I peeped through the kitchen door, and my breath hitched in my chest when I saw three masked men pointing guns at Father, Mother, and James.

“Who…” Before my Father could speak or shift to his wolf, the men fired countless shots at them, and my family dropped dead.

My legs became weak. I wanted to scream, but my voice failed me. “Check if they are dead,” the one who seemed like the leader spoke, and with teary eyes, I watched the men check on them and confirm they were dead.

“Good!”

The man I assumed was the leader pulled up his sleeve as he checked his wristwatch, and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his wrist.

“We should go,” he ordered the two men, who obeyed and followed him out.

After they left, I stumbled out of the kitchen, rushed to Mother, and shook her. “Mother!” I cried but got no response. I went to Father and did the same thing but got no response from him. With panting breath and tears streaming down my face, I stumbled towards James, hoping against hope that he would wake up. “James, please,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently, but there was no movement, no response.

The reality of the situation crashed down on me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and suffocating. My family, my world, was gone in an instant. Numbness spread through my limbs, and a dizzying sensation swept over me. I clutched at the edge of the dining table for support, but it felt like the ground was slipping away beneath me.

The room began to spin, the walls closing in around me. I struggled to breathe, the air thick with the scent of fear and blood. Darkness crept into the edges of my vision, threatening to engulf me entirely. With trembling hands, I reached out for something, anything to hold on to, but my strength failed me.

As the world blurred into shadows, the last thing I remembered was the scorpion tattoo on the masked man's wrist.

Olivia's POV

Six years later

The loud beeping of the alarm jolted me from my sleep. Grumbling tiredly, I opened my eyes, reached for my phone, and realized it was already 5pm.

“Sh*t!” I blurted and jumped out of bed. “D*mn it! I will be late again.” I grunted and rushed to the bathroom. After taking a quick bath, I dressed up, packed my hair in a bun, grabbed my things, and rushed out of my apartment. I was lucky to get a taxi, and in a few minutes, I was at the club. Hurriedly, I went into the locker room, changed into my uniform, and made my way to the bar.

“You are late,” Sonia murmured.

“I'm sorry, I had a class today, and after getting home, I decided to take a nap. I didn’t know I set my alarm wrongly.” I explained to Sonia, who nodded understandingly.

“Well, you are lucky Sir Linus hasn’t come yet.” I sighed in relief at her words and got on with work.

“A glass of my usual whiskey,” DOM Phillip requested as he sat on the long stool.

“Alright, sir.” I nodded and went for his drink. After serving him, he smiled his usual friendly smile at me. “My offer still stands, Olivia, be my personal submissive, and I will treat you like a princess.”

He has been making this mouthwatering offer that every lady will jump into, but my answer will always remain no.

“I can’t, DOM Phillip,” I rejected politely for the hundredth time. “And my reasons are the same.”

He scoffed and took a sip of his drink. “You never cease to amaze me, pretty Olivia.” He smirked, while I flashed a friendly smile at him before walking away to attend to other Doms.

In this club, Doms and members are allowed to wear masks if they want to. Some members are high-profile businessmen and celebrities, so they prefer to hide their faces in a mask. Some members, like Sir Phillip, don’t care; they are usually without a mask, which is why I could easily know him.

“A glass of champagne,” a masked DOM requested, and I went for it. After placing the glass before him, I turned to leave, but he held my hand on the counter and smirked at me.

“How much for a night?” he asked, while massaging my hand, which got me irritated. But as one of the rules in the club as a worker, we are never allowed to be rude to members, especially the masked ones.

Forcing a smile on my face, I released myself from his grip. “Sorry, sir, but I am not a submissive,” I said in the most polite manner that I could.

“Three thousand dollars,” he offered, and I scoffed inwardly. I have been offered more and yet didn’t do it. What makes him think I would agree for three thousand dollars?

“I’m sorry, sir, I will have to reject your offer.” I said politely and turned to walk away.

I met up with Sonia, who raised a brow at me. “Another man who wants to f*ck you?” she asked while I sighed.

Sonia was silent for a moment before she spoke. “Olivia, you are in huge debts; your brother’s hospital bills are piling up. Don’t you…”

“No!” I cut her off abruptly. “I will not sell my body.”

“Then how will you pay off your debts?” she questioned, while I remained silent and just looked away. I have no means to pay my debts aside from this job, which was ridiculous.

“Anita is coming, ignore her,” Sonia announced to me.

Anita, a waitress, sauntered over, a smirk plastered on her face. “Well, well, who do we have here? Olivia, our little wolfless wonder,” she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. “What do you want, Anita?” I asked calmly.

“Just thought I’d remind you how pathetic it is to be working here without a wolf,” she sneered. “Everyone knows you’re just a little lost lamb, unclaimed and unwanted.”

“Anita, just back off,” Sonia interjected, her voice firm.

Anita’s smirk widened as she looked at me. “Oh, I will. I just hope you figure out how to pay those debts soon, Olivia. Wouldn’t want your brother’s condition to worsen because of your stubborn pride.”

With that, she sauntered off, leaving me feeling a mix of anger and pain. Anita never ceased to remind me of being wolfless. Despite turning twenty, I was still not able to get or shift into my wolf, although I have a few qualities of werewolves, like fangs, claws, and the ability to perceive smells from a far distance, but I never had my wolf or even heard her voice, all thanks to the event that happened on my fourteenth birthday.

Sonia placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t let her get to you, Olivia. You’ll find a way. We’ll find a way.”

I nodded, trying to push Anita’s words out of my mind. “Yeah, we will. I just need to keep working and hope for the best.”

I went back to work and tried to take my mind off my worries and pain, but constantly my mind would drift to it. Still, I shrugged it off and focused on work.

“Olivia,” Sir Linus, the manager of the club, called me, and I looked his way. “Sira is unwell, and she can’t perform with the others tonight. Will you take her place?”

“Yes, sir.” I responded excitedly.

“Good, go change up and meet up with the other girls.” He instructed before walking away.

I went back to Sonia. “I will be dancing as a stripper tonight,” I said excitedly. This was my third time filling in for a sick stripper, and the two times I had had such opportunities, I made a lot of money.

“Great! A lot of money will be made then. You are buying dinner,” Sonia requested, and I nodded before bidding her goodbye. Being a substitute stripper is nothing to be excited about; I hated those hungry s*x-driven men and how they got turned on whenever I gave them a lap dance, but my situation had made me do things I didn’t want to do.

Arriving at the locker room, I met three other professional strippers already dressed and waiting for me.

“You are the one taking Sira’s place?” Kate asked, and I nodded. “Good, get dressed. We are running late.”

I nodded and quickly changed into stripper clothes, s*xy lingerie that barely covered anything. The outfit consisted of a black lace bra, matching thong, and sheer stockings held up by a garter belt. I slipped on the sky-high stilettos that made my legs look impossibly long and glamorous, though I knew they would be murdered on my feet by the end of the night.

As I stood before the mirror, adjusting the straps and making sure everything was in place, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Dancing in front of a crowd of strangers, most of whom were powerful and influential, was never easy. But the money was good, and I needed every dollar to pay off my debts and take care of my brother.

“You look great,” Kate said, giving me an encouraging smile. “Just remember to stay confident. The men love it when you look like you own the stage.”

“I heard that the king of Alphas is attending today,” Cara, one of the strippers, spoke.

“Really?” Kate asked, surprised.

“Yes,” Cara confirmed her words. “I heard he had been in France for the past five years and got back to the country yesterday. He is coming here. In fact, he will be seated among the men we will be entertaining tonight,” Cara announced excitedly. “I just hope I’m lucky to give him a lap dance. Whoever among us that will get his attention will be extremely lucky…” Cara paused and turned to me. “Do your best, okay?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Thanks, Cara. I'll do my best.”

With one last look in the mirror, I followed Kate and the other strippers out of the locker room and towards the stage. The thumping bass of the club's music grew louder with each step, and the sound of male voices cheering and whistling filled the air.

Olivia’s POV

The crowd's reaction was immediate. Cheers and applause erupted as I moved sensuously, my body becoming a tantalizing silhouette against the spotlight. I locked eyes with a few of the men in the front row, their lustful gazes feeding my performance. Despite my initial nerves, I felt a surge of confidence. This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed.

As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing gr