Chapter 106 Disguise

    SERAPHINA

    When bMark /bmentioned “disguise, he didn’t mean a simple costume change–he meant we had to be the kind of wolves who belonged in Nightshade bAlley/b, Wolves who were either brothel owners, workers, clients, bidders, sellers..or the ones being bought and sold. To blend in, we had to be part of that dark ecosystem.

    Heid out our disguises, and none of us were thrilled.

    bAsher’s /bjaw bwas /bbtight/bb, /ba shadowed look in his beyes /bas he was told he’d pose as Ryker’s Beta. He wasn’t just an Alpha, he was someone who’d rather die than y the role of a subordinate. Only now, he was to act like a bloyal /bshadow, the kind of Bera who’d obey any humiliatingmand, even cat bhis /bAlpha’s shit ifmanded.

    Ryker looked seconds away from snapping his jaw in two. He was to y the spoiled, lust–bdriven /bheir of a wealthy Alpha; an arrogant yboy who thought with his cock and lived off privilege and wine. A weakling with no honor, protected only by the strength of his Beta. It was the lowest of the low in Ryker’s book.

    Then there was bFinn/b.

    bIn /ball bthe /bweeks I’d bknown /bbhim/b, I’d never seen him this bfurious/bb. /bHis smile was gone, reced with weighted silence as Mark handed him the cor of a boytoy. In Nightshade Alley, it wasn’t just she–wolves being auctioned, dollboys and pleasure pets weremon, especially in elite brothels like Sinspire. Since the rogues bhad /bkidnapped the daughter of someone as powerful as Alpha Gideon, the Alley would be on high alert. Getting in with fake authority alone wouldn’t work. So, Finn was to pose as Ryker’s personal toy, bsilent/b, submissive, cored.

    Then there was bRonan/bb. /b

    Ronan made no effort to hide the pure disgust on his face when told he’d be Ryker’s bodyguard. His cold res and Ryker’s snapping retorts bhad /bpoor Mark sweating bullets, terrified they’d ruin the entire mission bbefore /bit even began.

    Now the worst disguise?

    That was all mine.

    The moment Mark brought up the need for a dollboy, a male bdressed /bin a woman’s clothes that were sold bfor /bpleasure, everyone’s eyesnded on me. My face. My frame. Slimb, /bandrogynous, deceptively soft–looking. I was the obvious choice.

    I refused at first. I said no when Mark showed me the outfit. I balked at the idea of dressing like a woman in front of all four Alphas.

    But Mark didn’t budge. He bhanded /bme the garmentsb, /balong with the delicate veil. He even coached me on how to act, how to keep my gaze lowered, how to bappear /bshy and delicate, how to btalk /bsoftly blike /ba woman, and even bwalk /bbseductively/b.

    I bwas /bmortified. My cars burned redder bthan /bthe brothel’snterns when I caught bthe /bbsmall/b, secretive smirk Ronan bshot /bruy bway /bduring one of those “lessons” I tried my best not to blook /bat bhim /bat that time. He was the only one bthat /bbknew /bbMark /bwas teaching a woman bhow /bto act like a woman.

    As far as the others, and the bentire /bballey/b, were concerned, I bwas /bSeth. A pretty–bfaced /bmale with soft hips band /bbwide /beyes. An easy Target. The perfect prize.

    This was for Grace. Only for Grace

    With that thought cemented in my heart, I stepped into Sinspire. Now, here I was. Sitting on the cold marble floor, veded,

    unded by shadows and bflickering /blights, bmy /bbreathing shallow beneath the bbinding /baround my chest. I bcould /bfeel all four ad them watching sur

    Diga eyes burned into any back, cach une diferent

    Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be wearing women’s clothes in front of these Alphas. Thanktully, bthey /bwere not a bit revealing us like bodyson The binding bon /bbmy /bchest did not bgive /baway my breasts and my hair still looked like a buys I was a bay dorsal as a woman but an uncontroble panic curled in my chest for some reason

    toge of that the bauction /bbhad /bbpun /bkega

    bhast/b,

    The au in inspire was thick, honeyed with lust. beavy with smoke and secrets. My skin itched beneath the veil as golden

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    lights flickered across the marble floors, casting shadows like spiderwebs. Wealthy bAlpha /bheirs lounged on velvet cushions: with their sleeves rolled up, sipping spiced wine from obsidian goblets, their eyes scanning the surroundings like wolves. picking through a pen of prey.

    Each of them came to bbuy /bsomething beautiful.

    Something submissive.

    Something they bcould /bruin.

    “Bring out the next one!” the brothel owner barked, strutting to the front like a peacock wrapped in blood–red silk, his body adorned with bones and jewels harvested from the rogues he’d likely crushed. His eyes gleamed like polished coal, dark and unreadable, as he waved at his guards to present the next brow /bof auctioned bodies.

    “Tonight,” he announced, “we sell band /bbuy only the rarest…only the finest.”

    Casps rippled through the room as four other Alpha heirs seated on jeweled thrones leaned forward, eyeing the offerings like starving dogs. This was their world. Sinspire was their yground. bThat /bmeant only one would walk away with the most prized dollboy of the night.

    Only one would be chosen.

    Sob, /bbwe /bbhad /bto make sure it was us.

    Tension hung thick in bthe /bair as the bidding began, the brothel owner watching closely, calcting. He was choosing who to bfavor/b, Which Alpha’s gold was the sweetest. As for Ryker? He hadn’t caught his attention yet.

    We needed more. I bnced /bover my shoulder bat /bAsher once from behind the veil before I fixed my eyes on the brothel owner and then lowered bagain/b.

    Asher leaned toward Ryker then, his voice blow /bbut loud enough to carry.

    “Maybe we should move on to another brothel, Alphab,/bb” /bhe suggested, tone clipped and subservient. “You don’t seem interested in anything here tonight. These offerings are not worth what you hold by your feet.”

    bThe /bbait was subtle, but perfectly timed.

    The brothel bowner /bbhad /bsharp wolf ears and he frowned bitterly as he listened in.

    The goblet in Ryker’s hand shattered.

    Wine sshed across the cushions like spilled blood as he mmed it down and stood, his movements bslow/b, menacing. The broom /bwent still. Then, with calcted fury, he reached out and grabbed me by the back of the neck, jerking me to him bwith /bba /bsnarl that cracked bthe /bsilence.

    “That’s because of you,” he growled, dragging my veiled form bagainst /bhis bchest/b. “Because of your cursed beauty, none of these

    whores look good to nic. Because of you, my own dollboy, I bcan’t /bbring myself to buy something better”

    A gasp echoed through the hall when a tear rolled down my cheek

    Eyes

    Dozens of them.

    Locked onto

    As the room filled with gasps band /bwhispers of my beauty.

    For a heartbeat, no une moved

    Then came the whispers

    “Who is he?”

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    “Gods aboveb. /bI’d bpay /ba fortune just for a night…”

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    The brothel owner narrowed his eyes, stepping forward to get a better look of me, clearly intrigued. Our n bwas /bworking.

    Until-

    Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

    1 stiffened instantly.

    It was Ronan.

    He pulled me into his chest, his voice blow /band trembling, “Forgive him bAlpha/b, please,” he said, voice thick with a rawness that surprised even me. He clenched me even tighter to his swarm chest as he begged. “He didn’t mean to hurt you…please forget

    him…

    His words were softer than I expected, but his hold was anything but. Protective. Possessive.

    And perfectly timed.

    Ryker’s face twisted into something dangerous.

    He stepped closer, voice ice with fury. “I always knew it. I always fucking knew byou /bhad your eye on what’s mine.”

    I felt the moment Ryker’s hand lifted.

    About to strike. At Ronan.

    Then bFinn /bwas suddenly between them, his cor jingling, his eyes wide as he grabbed Ryker’s wrist. Softly while bshaking/b.

    “Please!” he cried. “Don’t be like this! Don’t be angry over that stupid dollboy. He is bewitching and trying to steal you me. Look at me instead! You’re mine, aren’t you? You said I belonged to you! You are mine!”

    Ryker threw him away like a broken toy. “What the fuck you say? You little…”

    Finn bhit /bbthe /bground with a hard bthud/b.

    from

    Still, he looked up at Ryker, beyes /bbssy /band desperate, whispering, “I love you…I love you, Alpha. Please don’t be bewitched by that dollboy’s beauty. Please…”

    The audience bwas /bdevduring the scene.

    Eyes wide.

    Muuths parted.

    The brothel owner paused, thoroughly entertained now.

    But Ryker wasn’t finished.

    “Shameless little slut,” he hissed, towering over bFinn/b. “You forget your ce as a boytoyb? /bYou bthink /bI’d touch byou /bafter you embarrass me like this?”

    He raised his hand again to p Finn but before bthat /bcould happen Asher stepped forward stoic, cold, his eyes glittering beneath loweredshes.

    His voice was razor–sharp “bAlpha/b” he said softly to Ryker, “this dollboy has bseduced /byour bbodyguard/b. To bmake /bmatters worse your boytoy thinks he owns you. Clearly, they’ve both forgotten their ce.”

    He paused

    Then added low and possonous

    Thou should discard bthem/bb. /bTrash them. You deserve better A beautiful bshe /bbwolf/b, maybe. One bthat /bwon’t bring shame”

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    Jaer darkened uno somettan

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    “bYou’re /bright,” he snarled and pointed bat /bFinn and Ronan. “Take these two outside. Beat them until their bones break” then he shifted his gaze to me and growled, “I’ll find something better. This little tease isn’t worth it.”

    He shoved Ronan band /bFinn toward Asher.

    bAsher /bnodded once and took hold of both, shoving them forward roughly:

    With my teary eyes band /bshaking figure. I sat with my head lowered and sobbed a secondter it happened. The brothel owner stopped in bfront /bof me, lifted my chin and whispered, “I will take this boy.”

    As the words left his lips, my wolf secretly smiled.