Omega's curse: desired by the beast who shouldn't want me

Warning: Graphic Content Ahead

This book contains explicit and graphic descriptions of sexual content that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

*Content Warning:*

- Explicit sexual scenes

- Graphic descriptions of intimacy

- Mature themes

- Potential triggers

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Hermosa’s POV

I grabbed the pole, swinging my body on the metal as the Alphas gathered around laughed loudly, each cheering me on.

I danced to the rhythm of the loud music, ignoring their wild pleas filled with lust and desire. I hated this job, but I did it to survive.

My body was bare except for the bra and panties I wore to strip. This was my life as an Omega with bills to pay. I did jobs I shouldn’t do. I was never born to be a stripper at the Blood Moon Pack. This is what became my life.

Dollars hit my body, landing gracefully on the podium while I hooked my legs around the pole, dancing for extra bucks.

“Come on, baby. Dance for daddy!” an Alpha yelled loudly, throwing money at me. Some fell to the floor; others trapped inside my bra, mixed with my sweat.

I danced harder not because of their screams, but for the money. I had debts to pay. The debt a ghost mother left me with.

“I have some more.” An Alpha staggered toward my pole, eyes drunken and breath smelling of liquor that was sold here, a bundle of dollars resting on his palm.

His eyes, sick with lust, roamed over my body like a hunter seeking its prey. It sickened me, filling me with disgust, yet I couldn’t move or refuse to dance. The money and the bills I had to pay fought hard against my conscience.

As if sensing my indecision, he made a bold move with his filthy hand. I felt him spanking my ass like I was a whore—a whore he regularly patronized.

Rage flared in me for a split second. I wanted to jab my high-heeled shoes into his eyes, make him lose one of them.

At the same time, I was painfully aware of the consequences. I admit this job was crazy, but I wasn’t about to sell myself short to any man.

My body belonged to my mate, Rapheal, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, one of the packs ruled by the Alpha King. Our relationship was taboo, so he kept it hidden from the public. He watched my every step like a hawk, and I was glad for his protection.

He slapped my ass again. The pain hurt like hell, especially when it came from an Alpha. Betas weren’t as strong as them.

Suddenly, I wished Rapheal would appear somehow and shoo away this werewolf. Only an Alpha could speak back to one. Apparently, my mate hated the club business and always managed to stay away from it.

He had promised to take me away from