---- Chapter 1 Fresh from the hospital, still sore from the treatment, I rushed to the underground club. Rachel, the floor manager, frowned the second she saw me. "Are you trying to get fired? We've got VIPs tonight." She shoved me straight into the private room. I already knew about the guest. That's why I forced myself here, even though my body was still screaming in pain. The pay tonight was significantly higher than usual. Everyone wanted a piece of this chance. Rachel knew I was desperate for treatment money. That's the only reason she gave it to me. ---- I tugged at the neckline of my dress-already cut dangerously low-and forced a smile as I stepped in. "Sorry, I'm late, gentlemen. I'll punish myself with a drink-" I stopped mid-sentence. Across the room, those familiar golden eyes locked with mine. Ethan sat at the center of the crowd, exuding effortless dominance. Surrounded, revered, untouched. His Alpha aura dimmed everyone else like the sun casting mortals into shadow. Pain stabbed through my chest. I looked away quickly. Next to him was Jason, Alpha of the smaller Nightclaw pack in the southern district-famous for his cruel games with women. His gaze landed on my exposed collarbone. "Late, huh? That deserves a punishment. Come here. Let ---- me do it myself." Ethan didn't even blink. Iclenched my fists and walked over to Jason. The moment I got close, he grabbed my arm and forced me to kneel at his side. As I bent down, more of my chest was exposed. Jason raised a full glass of red wine and slowly poured it down my cleavage. Laughter and applause erupted around the room. " That's Jason for you. He knows how to have a good time!" "Joy, [heard you're picky about who you serve? Sweetheart, you're just a hostess. Stop acting like you're too good for this. This is what you were made for." "you guys don't know the half of it-she used to be some big-shot socialite back in the capital. Probably knows every trick in the book to wrap