The Stripper Luna (1-15 Rewritten)

Chapter 11

Athena

While running I started replaying his words over and over in my head. Yes, I was mad that he thought so low of me. But I was more mad at myself too, that I did it to myself. When I became a dancer it wasn't because I loved it at the beginning. No, I did it because I wanted to break the stigma of strippers. I wanted to show that even though someone dances naked for money that she was a hustler who makes her own bank. Or it was a fallback plan just in case all else fails. But here in the new age, it has changed compared to when we were younger. Wolves were centuries old, but us? We were just younglings. We had so much to figure out and if we compared the old age to the new age. We were living a pretty great life. Our ancestors worked so hard for us to not act like we were wenches in a tavern. Being a stripper was more of empowerment, but it was a hard pill to swallow that not everyone is going to agree with what you do. It wasn't a glamorous job, honestly if anything it was full of boners and cum stains on your bottoms. Not to mention the bruises from climbing and crawling all over the stairs. But goddess forbid, I work in a gas station. It's as low as being a dancer but with less pay. Yes, I was a hothead but sometimes I just need a second to think. Most people wouldn't ever tell me the truth to my face. I pushed him and hurt my own feelings. I sensed that he found me and honestly I expected it. I noticed that he was looking past me like he was thinking so hard. My wolf wanted to reach to touch him but I held that back knowing we aren't on good terms.

"I think we both are sucked into this because of fate, but is it really what we want?" I asked.

He lowered his head but he agreed as well.

"It's not what I wanted but it's what I got. I think we both owe it to ourselves to see what this can be if we actually try."

Vincent had walked closer to me with only a foot between us. I noticed his body language change and wheels shift in his head but once again I still didn't know what he was thinking.

"We don't have that emotional connection. But what I do know is I want to take you against this tree until we scare every animal in sight."

His eyes darkened with lust and it was wreaking off us. I cleared my throat that was now suddenly flooded with my saliva.

"Are you willing to at least give it a shot just to see if that is anything here?"

He was sincere and quite frankly this was something that shouldn't happen. When I fall I fall hard. That's what I was scared of to be honest. I was scared to fall for him. To open myself to be vulnerable again. Maybe he wouldn't like what he saw behind the fact I was a stripper. Or maybe I won't be good enough.

"Tomorrow night you're taking me to dinner. Don't be late."

I shifted to my wolf before running back to the packhouse. I heard him move a bit and knew with those words it would lighten the mood.

"We live in the same room!" I heard him yell out before I couldn't see him anymore. The night was old at this point and it was time to get some well-needed sleep. It wasn't long before he joined me in bed with his back facing me and he was dead asleep. I stared at it just trying to see if I could get used to this. Because my heart longed for Jack, but what if he were to meet his mate and this is all for nothing and it's just me. I could never lose my mate, but I will lose him physically. The clock showed 3:36 AM. Yet sleep was non-existent.

"You're staring again."

Jumping to his voice when he turned around to face me.

"Sorry, I am comfortable on my side and your back is there. It's distracting"

He let out a grunt before turning to his side to face me. I liked this view way better. Especially when he is half asleep and only groans are coming from him.