Chapter 4. A Contract with the Alpha

Standing in the dressing room, I contemplated my decision. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to give my body to the Alpha just because I wanted a stable income and protection?

Did I even have much of a choice?

The thing is that I can’t go back, I can’t go back to the orphanage. I had been spared the day, but I knew that was as far as it would go. And I could use the money to help my friends and the other omegas there. 

If I returned, I knew that I would be taken away by Mother Teresa to god knows where. And that way, I won’t be able to help myself or the other omegas, will I?

I lifted my shirt and removed the cloth from around my breasts. “So I’m doing this,” I said to myself, breathing out a sigh. I also made sure to change into something better, taking a revealing dress from the opened closet area and wearing it, I walked back to the mirror.

I wore some makeup and brushed my hair down. It was short but reached almost at my shoulders. Looking at my reflection when I was done, my mouth dropped in shock. 

I looked…completely different, like a whole new person staring back at me. The dress clung to my frame, and the makeup accentuated features I never thought I could possess. 

As I stood there, the weight of my decision sank in. This was not just about survival; it was a desperate attempt to change my fate and protect those I cared about. 

The dressing room felt suffocating, but I steeled myself, reminding myself why I was doing this. 

With a deep breath, I walked out, ready to face the night that held uncertainties and risks. The dimly lit corridors and loud music of XP Club awaited, concealing my secret double life beneath the glittering facade. 

Entering the bustling VIP section, my heart thumped in my chest. Yet I played my part, strutting confidently despite my overwhelming nerves. The scent of luxury surrounded me, and the rhythmic beat of music masked my anxious-heart demeanor. 

Then my eyes suddenly landed on the Alpha and his Beta at the opulent table. Determined to make an entrance, I gestured to a passing waiter, demanding a drink with a feigned air of entitlement. 

I needed to pretend, I needed to put on a show and pretend that I was one of them; like I was also important. 

Balancing the cocktail, I navigated through the crowd, keeping my eyes on my target. 

But fate had other plans. A sudden jostle in the crowd, and my hand faltered. The drink tumbled, spilling onto the floor and splattering both the Alpha and Beta. Gasps echoed around as I played my part, adopting an exaggerated sense of indignation.

“Oh, how dreadful!” I exclaimed, feigning surprise. “Do you know who I am?” 

The Alpha raised an eyebrow, amused yet intrigued. The Beta on the other hand seemed annoyed, but I continued with my act, secretly relishing the irony of the situation. I was scared but I played it off very well. 

As I apologized profusely, a strange mix of vulnerability and defiance flickered in my eyes. Little did they know that beneath this facade of bougie confidence, a desperate omega clung to a risky plan for survival.

The duo regarded me with a mix of amusement and curiosity as I continued my theatrical apology. Alpha Zach’s gaze lingered on me as if sensing a connection beyond the spilled drink and the charade. 

Intrigued, he asked, “And who might you be?” 

Flashing a coy smile, I replied, “I’m Rue Belmond, a courtesan of renowned reputation. I’ve graced the presence of countless alphas with my charm.” I winked at him. 

The Beta, catching onto my act, suggested, “Zach, she could be perfect for your rut weeks. A little distraction to ease the intensity.” He chuckled, his annoyance fading.

Zach looked at me with interest, “Rue, would you be interested in accompanying me during my rut weeks?” 

I hesitated, the lie weaving itself into reality. “Of course, Alpha Zach.” I gulped. “But, you see, it comes with a contract, a commitment for the duration. You must ensure my safety and well-being during this time.” 

The Beta leaned in, explaining the terms, “A contractual arrangement for companionship, safety, and handsome compensation. It’s just business, Ms. Belmond.” 

As the proposition hung in the air, I faced a pivotal moment, my fabricated identity intertwined with their hidden motives. The dance between survival and deception had just begun. 

With a heavy heart, I weighed the consequences of my decision. But I had already made the choice. 

The facade of being a courtesan clung to me like a mask, hiding my genuine fear beneath. The Alpha’s proposal was laced with danger, and I couldn’t shake the ominous tales of ruthless behavior during rut weeks from my mind. 

I had heard how men were during their rut weeks but it was a risk I was willing to take; anything to stop me from returning to that hellhole. 

As we huddled in the VIP section, the Beta produced a small napkin, and a makeshift contract unfolded. Anxiety gripped me as I saw the terms laid out before me. 

After I signed and both of them did too, the napkin felt like an unspoken pack with a perilous fate for me. 

Alpha Zach leaned in, his voice low, “Rue, your presence for the first week is crucial. It’ll keep me grounded. But be prepared; the second week won’t be easy. I won’t hold back.” He smirked, danger dancing behind his eyes. 

I nodded, trying to mask my trepidation. The thin line between survival and sacrifice blurred as I reluctantly agreed. The club’s dim lights cast shadows on our clandestine agreement, sealing my fate with ink on a small napkin. 

It was now time to leave and I left the club with the Alpha and his Beta. My heart thundered as I questioned the wisdom of my choices, grappling with the impending storm of the Alpha’s rut weeks. 

The contract left me wondering if I had made a deal with the devil himself. 

The raindrops danced on the streets as we headed toward the Alpha’s sleek Ferrari. The leather seats felt posh against my anxious skin as we drove through the night. 

Passing by the orphanage, a bittersweet smile crossed my face. A mix of sadness and relief swept over me; I was finally free from the oppressive walls. Perhaps, strangely, this deal with Zach was worth it. 

Arriving at the guy’s million-dollar villa, my eyes widened. I’d never seen such luxury before. The grandeur of the place struck me, making the risks I took feel real. 

As the rain continued to patter outside, I stepped into a world of opulence, uncertain of what lay ahead in the lavish embrace of the Alpha’s home. 

Little did I know that behind the fancy walls of the rich house, hidden problems were waiting for me, and as the door closed, I felt a sense of worry that my escape might bring more troubles than I expected.