NarratorThe man sat in the lounge chair, nursing a whiskey while watching the dancer on stage. His long locks of air pulled back into an elegant, masculine bun. He watched the male onstage with equally long hair parade around on stage.
"Reign"
That was his favorite dancer's name. Reign was all man. A strong build, with a bulging core, made the man in the chair weak with desire. His tresses fell down in soft curls. He was a masterpiece. Reign was beautiful. He was a Greek god if there ever were one.
The man leaned back in the chair. His long legs too stiff, from staring at his masterpiece. He called the waiter over with one hand, asking for water to sip on, along with his whiskey. He watched as the man sashayed off to give his order to the beefy bartender. The place was a gentlemen's club all around. The dancers were gentlemen. The waitstaff were gentlemen. Security, bartenders, performers, etc. all of them were gentlemen. The only woman that graced this place was Joel, who pronounced her name 'Joe El.' She is a transwoman that worked at this little hole in the wall before her transition. No one was put off by her presence. She added a needed touch to the testosterone-filled building.
Reign danced to his heart's content. He felt the man watching him. Everyone knew when the mysterious man came in. He had a commanding aura that only Reign had been able to capture from the patrons. It was something alluring and dominating about his stare that made Reign dance with more passion.
Reign elegantly pranced across the stage in his skimpy women's lingerie. That ass sat perfectly in the lace. His full red lips pulled in the most perfect smile. He rolled his eyes as Mr. Mysterious blew him a discreet kiss.
Finally, the song was over, which meant that Reign's time was over also. He went backstage and wiped the lipstick off and the light makeup. He then pulled his hair back in a light ponytail. When Reign walked out the door, he was met with a searing kiss that made him weak in the knees. He stared at the man who was the equal height to him. He also had the same strong build as him. kissed him, one more time; his stained lips further staining the man in the suit in front of him.
"You danced magnificently, doll.", Mr. Mysterious deeply rumbled to Reign.
"Thanks, honey.", was all that Reign muttered, in a soft yet masculine voice.
*The Next Day*
"DUDE! Tell me! Where have you been going each night?", moaned Archer, Dom's beta. Instead of an answer, the alpha raised a brow and opened some files. He knew that the pack worried about him. He also heard some of the vicious rumors that were being spread about his whereabouts. One of the gossipy omegas ran into him last night and happened to catch his red-stained lips. Thinking about lips made the young alpha smiled. He knew that in a way he was betraying his pack. He was keeping secrets. He was keeping big secrets.
"Archer.", the alpha simply called. The beta immediately stopped talking. Dom liked that. He liked that he had power over people. He liked that he was over one of the biggest packs. He liked that he was the strongest alpha.
However, let us not get it twisted. Dom was not by any means conceited or power-hungry. He was a man of few words. He was a man who loved a drama-free lifestyle. With that being said, he appreciated that him uttering one command or word could stop all of the bullshit.
"Bro, I just wanted to know where you have been going every night! Kimmy said that she bumped into you, and you had this dopey smile and lipstick stains on your face. All I am acting dude is, is she hot?", Archer excitedly whined to his best friend. The alpha raised another brow at his beta. Dom smiled an amused smile while looking through more documents. His hair pulled back in its forever bun.
"So, you're just gonna ignore me? I should just follow-", Archer started to rant, but a powerful glare from his superior had him ignoring that mindset.
"What are you even looking at? Alpha Geraldo. He's that weirdo alpha! Super quiet, but always staring.", Archer continuously ranted, not noticing the slight glares his best friend sent whenever he sent out subtle insults towards Alpha Geraldo. Archer also didn't notice the lovesick look Dom had on his face.
The entire time Dom could only think about was another night with Reign.
A/N
Hi guys! It has been a good ole minute! I hope you guys are staying in the house, and I hope you guys are all healthy and safe! It is scary, but we shall push through!
It is weird because I sat at home, moping and worrying about this pandemic. Then, this story just came to me! Like, multiple stories and multiple updates to stories I have written. So quarantine has helped me in the writing department. I hope you guys enjoying this new story and my new mind frame as far as writing because this is an area I think about but I have never written anything like it! I am literally so giddy. I feel like I am gonna combust if I don't tell you the secret, but you have probably guessed it. I plan to keep it going, keep it hot and heavy, and keep it interesting!
Enjoy!
I am praying for all of us and that we survive all the partying we do once this shit is over!
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Alpha's Gotta Secret
WerewolfMeet Dom Blaze. He is the alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack. Everynight Alpha Dom leaves pack lands, and he comes back late in the morning, smelling like cheap perfume and cigs. No one would dare question their alpha on his whereabouts nor will they q...