Wicked Alpha, Defiant Luna

Work with Pleasure

Wyatt was waiting for her in the cafeteria, surrounded by his gang of friends. He spotted her and waved enthusiastically. She didn’t approach him immediately, instead heading over to get her food. When she returned, balancing a tray with her meal, she made her way to his table.

“So, what’s up?” she asked, offering him her best smile. Wyatt’s friends gawked at her, mouths slightly agape, clearly mesmerized by her presence. She looked around at them, flashing a playful grin. “I’m getting bored in this place. I need some excitement,” she said, winking at them, letting her intentions hang in the air.

“Well, you could watch our game,” Wyatt suggested, his voice casual.

“What game?” she asked, feigning interest.

“Football,” he replied with a smile, eager to impress her.

“Oh, sports, nice,” she said, nodding slowly, though her expression gave away her true feelings. She wasn’t interested in a game of football. She wanted more. She wanted something thrilling, something that would make her heart race in a way that a simple game of football never could. Her eyes flickered over to the boys around the table, a knowing look in them as she silently conveyed what she truly desired.

A red-haired boy, clearly intrigued, leaned in and grinned. “Well, today is Friday, and we’ve got an invite for some exciting nights. You wanna come with us?” He asked, trying to touch her bare leg. But before his hand could reach her, her quick reflexes had already swatted it away.

“Oops, I don’t do touchy-touchy unless I’m excited,” she smirked, her voice teasing but firm.

The red-haired boy looked a bit embarrassed, but another boy’s smirk only deepened. She turned to Wyatt, her expression a mixture of challenge and curiosity. “Is tonight’s affair really exciting? I have high expectations when it comes to thrills. Do you vouch for it, Wyatt?”

Wyatt’s expression faltered for a moment, the corner of his mouth tightening in a scowl. She could see the caution in his eyes. It was clear that the event was more than just some typical party—it was something bigger, something with a hint of danger. But she could tell he was reluctant to fully reveal what it was, maybe because she was new to the school. His gaze shifted to the red-haired boy as if silently warning him.

“Yes,” Wyatt finally replied, his voice low, “and we didn’t invite people we didn’t know. But since you already know about it, I expect you to keep it a secret.” He slid a wooden chip across the table to her, engraved with some unfamiliar markings. She took it, examining it for a moment before looking back at Wyatt, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

“I’m honored,” she said with a playful smirk. “See you tonight then.”

She stood up, ready to leave, but Wyatt’s voice stopped her. “Where are you going? The class will start in an hour.”

“To shop for my sexy outfit, of course,” she said with a grin. “I’m so excited.” Her words hung in the air as she turned and walked away, knowing she had made an impression. Wyatt smirked as she went, clearly liking the bad girl persona she had taken on.

Once in her car, she turned the wooden chip over in her fingers. She studied the engraving: the words “Sodom and Gomorrah” and a wolf logo. It didn’t take long for her to piece together the meaning of the invitation. The thrill of tonight’s event was far more than she had anticipated—and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. It was going to be a night to remember. She was never a party girl before. Her life was secluded because of her weak health.

The missing girls were at the forefront of everyone’s minds. Their families, desperate and worried, had been scouring every possible lead. As the whispers of tonight’s exclusive party spread, Savannah couldn’t help but wonder if it had some connection to their disappearances. The event, with its allure of luxury and exclusivity, was something that only the elite of society could attend, and she had a sinking feeling that it held more secrets than anyone was letting on.

The school was an oasis of privilege, with over ninety percent of its students hailing from powerful, wealthy families. As Savannah drove past the parking lot earlier, she had been struck by the rows of gleaming luxury cars—Porsches, Bentleys, and Ferraris, each one more expensive than the last. It was a testament to the type of people who attended this school and the caliber of lives they led. Yet, beneath the surface of opulence, she knew something darker was lurking.

The Royal Hunter Bureau had already conducted a thorough background check on every student. Joyce, one of the girls in the cafeteria, stood out to Savannah. While she appeared to be human, her adoptive parents were wolves. Wolves and humans could coexist, but only under specific circumstances. The Royal Hunter Bureau required that wolves who lived among humans had to receive special clearance and live by a strict code: they had to remain hidden, their true nature kept secret from the human population.

There were countless rules in place to ensure that the supernatural race remained undetected. The mere presence of wolves living openly among humans was an affront to the absolute rule of their kind—to stay hidden and protect the integrity of their race. The Bureau monitored these families with extreme caution, ensuring they did not slip up, keeping tabs on their whereabouts, behavior, and interactions.

Savannah knew that if any of these students were connected to the missing girls, the situation could be far more dangerous than she had initially anticipated. She needed to tread carefully, her every move calculated. If Joyce or any of the other students were somehow involved with the disappearance of the girls, it could be the key to unlocking the mystery, but it would also put her at risk. As she prepared to attend the secretive event, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this night would be more than just a party—it might be the dark heart of something much bigger, something that could change everything.