Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

There is no sleep for the wicked, he often heard people say. But in his own world, there was no sleep for men who knew what they wanted, who knew how to get what they wanted, and who knew the obstacles that stood against what he wanted.

In this case, the only thing in his way from getting the grandson and the heir he had long since sought after was the nuisance standing outside his gate. It was barely 5am when he heard a loud bang on his gate from his terrace.

Alpha Cole rushed into his security control room and ordered them to turn on the lights outside the gate. He needed to see who had mustered the guts to disrespect the serenity of his environment.

He watched the screen carefully as the lights lit up the fields. Alpha Cole did not know if he was supposed to be enraged or amused by the sight he saw. He had to give it to her. She was the most endearing, intriguing and crazy woman he had ever met. Also, she was the most stupid one.

Why? Well, it was only because she had just walked straight into the lion’s den. And with the false bravado she was putting up, he knew she had also done so without a soild plan.

When she ordered to see me, he picked up a cellphone and called the security house.

“Let her in.” He spoke calmly, a wide smile spread out on his cheeks.

He saw the man nod and push the gates open.

“Close it behind her and make sure she has no way to escape. Take her and throw her into the SUV. She has to go on a long drive to clear her head. We’ll take her to the dungeon where her mother is.” He continued. He made sure he watched every action that was being carried out.

Alpha Cole stared at the screen in amusement. Jojo Wyatt was snatched up from the ground. The guard threw her over his shoulder and pinned her legs to his chest. She screamed, kicked, raged and punched him, but he didn’t bulge.

He saw the fear in her ears as she cried out.

Alpha Cole couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. He could sit there all day and replay the sight over and over again until he laughed his eyes out. That would pleasure him, but not more than seeing the horror on her face live, while he was standing in front of her.

He stepped out of the room and headed to his. He got dressed in a casual black sleeve and matching pants. He walked into out of the house and walked into his Lexus. His driver was already seated in the driver’s seat. They started the car and both cars drove to the dungeon.

When they got to the building, Jojo Wyatt was hurdled out of the chair and strapped to the shoulders of a second guard. No matter how much she screamed and cursed, the man did not flinch.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Alpha Cole could not hide his laughter anymore. When they planted her in front of her mother’s cell, he watched her drink in the sight of her beloved mother being held behind iron bars like a fucking criminal, or psycho.

Another guard pushed the iron bars open and Jojo was flung into the cell. She stared at her mother with a soft gaze, before she titled her head and locked eyes with him.

Cole Rush scoffed at her pathetic display of strength. He saw nothing and no one but a cowering fool.

He took two steps closer to the iron bars, making sure he did not take his eyes off her. She needed to know that he had won, and she was a pathetic loser, which was exactly what she looked like.

“You know, Jojo Wyatt. I had always known you were a stupid young girl for crossing me in the first place. However, I did not expect that you would be so stupid as to come to my territory like a… fool. But, that’s by the way. I hope you enjoy your little family reunion. Your father is in the cell beside yours.” He added the last sentence like he was giving her a tip.

She wanted to say something, but seemed to swallow her words before she could speak. A thin smirk crept up to his lips. That was a good choice on her part.

Alpha Cole turned on his heels and started to walk out of the dungeon. Now that she was here, he knew that he was done with a great part of his plan. Jojo was here now, and he would make sure he used her to deliver his grandson to his fucking doorstep.

Unless… he didn’t need to.

Once the gates of the dungeon closed behind him, alpha Cole stopped on his tracks and turned to look at the building.

Jojo Wyatt had left his son’s mansion to come and see him. Lake would have never let that happen if he was with her, or if he knew. The boy was too damn protective of the sorry lowlife.

And if Lake was not present with her, and he did not know that she was here, it could only mean one thing.

The baby was at home without the care of his mother and father. That meant that…

Wait. Cole burst out into laughter.

He could slip in, take the child, and slip out, without anyone knowing! His heard was filled with joy as he gestured to one of his guards.

The tall man walked briskly to him and bowed.

“I need you to do something for me. Get your men and go over to my son’s mansion in central city. My grandson is in there, with… only the goddess knows who. I want you to get the baby and bring him back to me. If anyone tries to stop you, beat them to a pulp. You must not return without the baby safe and sound. Do you understand?”

The man bowed his head and nodded eagerly.

“Yes, alpha.”

Alpha Cole chuckled as he stroked his beards.

Everything was going to make sense soon. He would have everything he wanted, just like he always did.

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Jojo:

Fuck! I continued to scream internally, while I was picked up from the ground and thrown into the cell.

Once the treacherous alpha walked out of the dungeon, I hurried to where my mother sat on the ground, weak and frail. He had made her a complete shadow of herself. Her green eyes no longer sparkled like they used to, and the heavy bags underneath them threatened to swallow her whole.

I wrapped my arms around her as tears ran down my eyes. She held me tight, until I stopped crying, just like a mother would.

It hurt me that we had barely been given three days of peace since we met. It was always one thing or the other. And now that we had met again, it was under the captivity of a man I hate. I hated that he was Lucian’s grandfather. He did not deserve that title or the privilege that followed it.

“Why did you come here, Jojo?” She started to speak, once we had disengaged ourselves from each other’s embrace.

“I told you not to worry about me anymore.” She cupped both my cheeks as she spoke.

“How could you let him lure you here? That was his plan all along. Where is your baby, Jo? How is your child? Is Lucian…?”

“Mum,” I cut in. I held her wrist and took her hands off my face slowly. Her orbs danced around my face as she bored into my eyes with concern etched in her soft gaze.

“You do not need to worry, none of us do. The kids are safe, both Lucian and Valerie. And they are at home.” I reassured her.

Perhaps I should not have been too sure, of any of it.