The One

Intrigue

The sisters, Karol and Sharon, danced near one another, revelling in the moment, oblivious to the heated gazes fixated on them. Each jig and sway elicited a prickling sensation that they were being watched.

Karol leaned in, whispering, "I can't shake the feeling we're under scrutiny," while Sharon nodded, wide-eyed, "Same here! It's like someone's got their eyes glued to us."

Their moment of innocent indulgence was abruptly shattered as two hulking brutes loomed over them, their grips iron-tight as they forced the sisters to dance. Hissing in pain as red imprints marred their wrists, Sharon and Karol protested, "Bloody hell, let us go!"

One of the burly men, shamelessly closing in on Sharon, leered, "Dance for me, sexy," earning him a venomous glare that radiated sheer disbelief.

Simultaneously, another man grabbed Karol's waist, his breath foul as he hissed, "Dance for me, baby," prompting disgust to ripple through her as she endeavoured to detach herself from his grasp.

They squirmed, desperately trying to break free until Karol had enough. With deadly aim, she delivered a swift kick to the man's nuts, eliciting a pained yelp as he sank to the floor, cupping himself. With a triumphant smirk, she rolled her eyes at the now incapacitated brute.

Turning to her sister, she nudged her shoulder. "Stop messing about; let's grab a drink and get the hell away from this lot of tossers."

Sharon grinned back, turned, and delivered her own knee to the other oaf, sending him keeling over in agony. Both sisters glanced down at their unfortunate attackers, rolling their eyes in tandem before striding away as if nothing had happened, confidence radiating from them like a vibrant aura.

As the sisters sauntered away from the chaos, the bouncer stormed onto the dance floor like a disgruntled bull in a china shop, swiftly ejecting two unwelcome intruders from the club.

Meanwhile, high atop the bustling club, two grown men prowled like panthers, their eyes scanning the scene for their elusive companion. Suddenly, Jason's voice sliced through the air, sharp with surprise: "What the hell! Christian! That's your mate, isn't it?" He pointed emphatically towards a room on the far side.

Christian's eyebrow arched in recognition. "And your Donna just stepped into the fray," he replied, directing Jason's attention to the opposite room.

"Wait! Who are the other two men in there with them?" Jason asked, a hint of indignation creeping into his voice.

Christian squinted at their acquaintances. "I don't recognise one of them, but the other—" Arlo perked up at the mention, his senses tingling, "That's Leonard!" he confirmed, his mind racing with the implications.

In that instant, Christian reached out mentally, connecting with Leonard. "Who are those people with you right now?"

Leonard, momentarily taken aback, replied, 'Ye-yes alpha?' as he downed another shot amidst the sisters' laughter.

"Who are the people in your company right now?" Arlo interjected, a tinge of annoyance brightening his tone.

"Sorry, alpha. They're my employer and my colleague," Leonard replied, oblivious to the brewing tempest as he knocked back another drink, his gaze flitting around the room.

Then, catching sight of his Alpha's intense stare from across the way, Leonard felt a jolt of urgency. "Excuse yourself and meet me in my room," the Alpha's commanding presence rang in his mind.

"Okay, Alpha," Leonard murmured, conjuring a hasty excuse about reuniting with old friends as he left the sisters eager to dance the night away. With a polite decline, he dashed across the space, declaring, "Alpha!" as he stepped into the room, bowing deeply before quickly adding, "Don!" at the sight of his other companion casually sipping whiskey.

"Who are you with tonight?" Christian inquired, his eyes narrowing.

"My colleague and my employer, Alpha, Don," Leonard replied, standing as straight as a pin.

"I know that, but who are they?" Jason pressed, clearly exasperated.

Leonard, now blending into the shadows as if he were part of the décor, replied, "Oh, my colleague is the bloke named Benjamin, and the ladies are my employers, Sharon and Karol, Alpha, Don."

Jason's patience frayed, "Seriously Leonard, we want names, not a bloody directory!"

"Oh, right. The one in the red wine dress is Sharon, and the one in the black dress is Karol, Alpha, Don," Leonard pointed towards the dance floor, where the sisters were shimmering like stars amidst the chaos.

Christian and Jason exchanged a knowing glance, smirking as they watched the sisters commanding the dance floor, eyes glinting with intrigue.

Leonard's puzzled expression deepened. "Is there something wrong, Alpha? Don?" he asked, the thrust of confusion punctuating his tone.

Christian, without a flicker of hesitation, waved him away. "You may go now and take good care of them both," his gaze unwavering from his mate.

"Okay, Alpha," Leonard replied, stepping back towards the door with a hint of uncertainty.

But as soon as Leonard slipped out, Christian and Jason lurched forward, their expressions morphing into anger as they beheld two burly men snatching Sharon and Karol, pulling them toward the sticky shadows of the club.

"That bastard!" Christian hissed, fists clenching around the iron bar before him.

"Fucker!" Jason growled, the muscles in his jaw set tight.

Christian's mental command shot out like a bullet to the bouncer on duty: 'Flinch! I want those two bastards out of my club!' They bore down on the offending men with a gaze that could bore holes through steel.

'Yes, alpha,' Flinch responded, bolting towards the dance floor.

Both men watched with growing fury as the ugly brutes tightened their grip. But then surprise flipped their anger into reluctant admiration – they could only gawk as the sisters promptly delivered swift justice, each executing a well-placed kick to the men's groins before sauntering away as if they'd just dished out spa treatments instead of street justice.

Jason couldn't contain his delight, "Damn, those ladies are definitely sassy queens," though his attention was firmly on his dastardly Donna.

Christian shared a proud smile, "Our very own fiery queens," his gaze unwavering on his mate, while Arlo purred in agreement.

"Going to be hard to tame," Jason mused with a smirk, his eyes tracing the sisters as they ventured towards their domain, leaving a trail of dumbfounded men in their wake.