My Personal Hell - D. Richardson (read with me .txt) 📗

a man who just wasn’t messed with.

The alpha was easy to pick out. He was the largest. His blonde hair curled over his ears, his pale skin was covered with a small trimmed beard. It looked like he was trying to pull off a goatee, but his facial hair was just a little too light to look like it was supposed to. He was dressed in what looked like a dark blue suit.

The couch he sat on was shared by a man only slightly smaller than him with a buzz cut. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he had a military background. From the information I had it looked like the alpha ran his pack as a military force. All of the men sitting or standing around him sported regular t-shirts and jeans, leaving the alpha’s attire more noticeable. A ploy to make himself look more important.

Another man stood leaning against the railing, his stance was relaxed and he smiled easily. Though the lower ranked wolves deferred to him when the two bigger men were distracted. His light brown hair reached his shoulders in soft waves, and he just looked like a ladies man.

I counted six men in all. Not great odds for us, but if things went as smoothly as I hoped they would we wouldn’t have to use too much force. All we were looking for was a conversation. And we had to keep that in mind. Even I was feeling the effects of being on enemy territory. I could feel my metaphorical hackles raising.

“I want the pretty boy,” Chris muttered, Keira groaned like she had beat her to it.

“Fine then I want the buzz cut.” This time I sighed.

“I guess that leaves the big, bad wolf for me,” I muttered. I could hear several male chuckles in my ear.

“So how do we get their attention?”

“It’s not like we’ll be able to bat our eyelashes, they’ll be able to smell the pack on us,” Keira replied. I scoffed.

“Guys, it’s not rocket science, they’re males.” They nodded in agreement. This time I heard disgruntled mutterings.

“So what do we do?” Keira asked.

“Looks like its open mic night,” I said nodding towards a woman who had obviously had too much to drink, standing on a small stage to our left. She was completely butchering the song and the three of us winced as one.

We shared a glance and then stood, making our way over. There was a wide selection of songs to choose from, but most of them were sappy love songs. We groaned in frustration before finally settling on one we all knew. It was one of the few upbeat songs that wasn’t about a lost love or a potential relationship.

The woman stepped down with the help of the operator and we gave him our choice. He nodded after taking a good hard look at us. He was a lower wolf, so it was likely that he’d report my presence. A lone alpha female was not something to just walk away from.

When the song started to play, and we started to sing the entire room turned to watch. About halfway through I glanced up and met the eyes of the alpha. He was leaning against the railing, watching our performance with a smirk. When we were close to the end he leaned over to Pretty Boy who nodded with a smile and headed in the direction of the stairs. We were in.

By the time we were done he was standing at the side of the stage. He offered a hand to help us down the three steps. Once we were on level footing he leaned down to whisper in my ear. Luckily he was to my right.

“My boss would very much like to speak with you.” I smiled up at him.

“I’d be delighted, lead the way.” he looked slightly stunned but quickly covered it with a smile.

It was a short walk, though our guide was nothing but a gentleman. As soon as I reached the top two males left. I looked around as if I were interested in the décor. The top floor was wider than it had appeared from below. Several couches and chairs were situated closer to the back wall so that they could speak without being witnessed.

And guess where the big bad wolf was sitting. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but it would do. Pretty Boy left to go sit in an armchair, while Buzz Cut took up a spot on one of the three couches. The Alpha gave me a very charming smile while he gestured for me to sit on the couch opposite him.

I returned his smile, sat in the middle of the couch and crossed my legs. His eyes followed my every move. From the corner of my eye I saw Chris sidle up to Pretty Boy. He looked up at her in surprise but smiled and started to strike up a conversation. I have no idea how she did it, but while I was focused on Chris, Keira managed to wind up in Buzz Cut’s lap. My smile suddenly became genuine.

“Welcome to my club, my name is Jackson,” the alpha said, bringing my attention back to him.

“Ailith,” I responded, his smile widened.

“It was rather brave of you come here.”

“Not really.”

“Tell me, what do I owe the honor of your visit.”

“I work for an alpha that’s been trying very hard to reach you.” He tilted his head back with a silent laugh.

“Yes, I believe I remember receiving some messages. I told my secretary to tell him I wasn’t interested.”

“You should be.”

“Actually, I’m more interested in you.” I raised a brow.

“Oh?”

“Indeed, you see I’ve been in the market for a female to help me run the more domestic aspects of my pack.” I chuckled.

“I’m flattered, really, but you’re not my type.” His smile turned to something less than nice.

“The thing is, Ailith, I love that name by the way, but you see you don’t have much choice. Did you really think I’d let you just walk out of here?” At his words I heard several of the males I had brought with me start to argue about whether or not to move in.

“You see, Jackson, not one of my favorite names by the way,” I said, mocking him. “But you don’t have much of a choice, did you really think you could keep two pack females from leaving?” I asked.

“Oh, they are free to leave anytime they want. But even the alpha you work for can do nothing about me keeping you. You’re a rogue, not pack.” I laughed, his smile got smaller.

“I highly doubt my girls will walk away and leave me with you.”

“They are just females, there’s nothing they can do about it if I choose to have them escorted off my territory.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, a smirk crossing my lips.

“Um, Alpha?” Pretty Boy mumbled.

“Sir?” Buzz Cut said immediately after his friend. Jackson turned to look at his men.

Pretty Boy had a knife to his throat, Chris was standing behind him, it looked like she had been rubbing his shoulders. Buzz Cut had an almost identical knife held against his. If he so much as swallowed he’d bleed. Keira had a most pleasant smile as she looked back at the alpha.

Jackson looked back at me, anger evident in his gaze. I leaned back, spreading my arms out on the back of the couch. My smile growing bigger by the second, though I was sure I was looking self satisfied.

“Now, Jackson, I have roughly six males scattered throughout your club. Just in case you decided to be obstinate. By the way, the alpha I work for could have your head on a platter for attempting to kidnap one of his commanders.” His brows rose in surprise. “It’s in your best interest to hear us out. In fact, my men should be up here in just a few seconds.” He took a deep breath, leaning back and stretching his legs out.

He relaxed just as Asher, Sadler, and Bastion walked in. The others were probably sitting close to the stairs to make sure we weren’t interrupted.

 

 

 

Sadler

 

 

 

They walked into the club like they owned the place. Looking absolutely delectable. I’d never seen Ailith look so damn good. Her smooth tanned skin pulled tight over solid muscle. Her tattoo peaking out of the top of her skirt. Her soft hair veiling half of her face, while leaving the other side completely exposed. Speaking of exposed, her lean torso and toned leg. The soft smile that she gave the door man. She was absolutely fantastic.

“Head in the game guys, breath,” Bastion’s voice came over the ear piece. I let out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding. I heard two more breaths echo mine and looked to my right.

Asher had managed to look cool while he ogled the girls. Though following his line of sight he wasn’t looking at Ailith, but Keira. Dalton on the other hand looked like he had started to turn blue while he stared at Christine’s legs.

Almost immediately I saw Ailith reach up like she was messing with her hair, then we could hear them as though we were standing right next to them.

“How’s everything going?” Ailith asked.

“We’re ready when you are,” Bastion replied, shooing the female from his table.

“Where do we go from here?” Chris asked, glancing around the room.

“We find our target.”

“How exactly are we supposed to do that? This place is packed and most of them are human,” Keira asked.

“We’re looking for the owner, he’d be in the VIP section.” They went silent after that. I tried to watch them, but I couldn’t see them doing any kind of visual. I thought they were floundering until they started to talk again.

“I want the pretty boy,” Chris muttered, Keira groaned but answered.

“Fine then I want the buzz cut.” I heard Ailith‘s sigh.

“I guess that leaves the big, bad wolf for me.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her choice of words.

“So how do we get their attention?”

“It’s not like we’ll be able to bat our eyelashes, they’ll be able to smell the pack on us,” Keira replied. Ailith looked at them like they were making a big deal out of nothing.

“Guys, it’s not rocket science, they’re males.” They nodded in agreement. I could hear several men grunt in offense.

“So what do we do?” Keira asked.

“Looks like its open mic night.” As one they stood and made their way over to the stage. They sang well, though I had seen them do better on several occasions.

When Jackson’s third appeared next to the stage I knew they were in. I just hoped nothing went wrong. Ailith represented a challenge just by breathing. Most males couldn’t refuse a challenge.

I heard them introduce themselves, and then I heard the patronizing tone he was using. It made my hackles rise just listening to them talk. But then he said he was going to keep her, trap her there to mate him against her will. The ear piece erupted.

“We have to go get them.”

“They’re trapped.”

“The mission has failed.”

“Easy guys, give them a minute, they got this,” I spoke as calmly as I could. My chest tightened, and I wanted nothing more than to run up there, snap Ailith and take off. But I had to trust her to take care of the situation. To take care of herself. And within seconds she did.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice holding a good deal of amusement.

We heard the men call out to their alpha, and I wanted to know what the hell they were doing up there. I knew Ailith would do anything to keep her freedom, but I didn’t see her ruining the packs chances for it.

“It would be in your best interests to hear us out. In fact, I believe my men will be up here in just a few seconds.” That was our cue.

Asher made it to the stairs first, Bastion followed behind me. I didn’t know what to expect when