Ophelia’s POV

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get ready for when Mr. Markson arrives, you serve him exclusively! Meet all his reasonable requests!"

"You, go clean up the VVIP corner!"

I ordered the most senior waiters in my bar to welcome our big customer. It's been a long time since we've welcomed a VVIP customer! Even though we've never met this man, I know we're going to make a fortune tonight!

I am Ophelia, an 18-year-old omega from the Dark Moon Pack, who owns and runs a bar called Stage Nite Bar, down here in Nightingale Street.

"Ophelia, what about you?" They asked, looking at me with shocked faces, and I don't blame them, after all, I've always been a work-first person, and it's rare to see me leave the bar for anything, but not tonight, tonight all my time belongs to my boyfriend - Carl.

"Honey, you all would have a tough night! I'm going to meet Carl, he's coming back tonight!" I can't contain my happiness that my boyfriend is the heir to this pack, Dark Moon Pack. Some time ago he went ahead to attend the audition held by Alpha King to prepare for his run for the next Alpha King. Tonight, is the day he returns.

He promised me that he would marry me when the campaign was over. This is the day I am looking forward to immensely!

My waitress looked at me again with a sorry expression on her face, ready to say those things she had said a million times. I really don't understand. Why does she believe so little in the power of love? I didn't have time to debate with her, I was about to interrupt her but that was when Kiara, one of the waitresses rushed inside. She had worry written all over her face.

"Ophelia! There's one group of boys who aren't ready to pay! Just check this bill!"

"Who is it?!" I grabbed the bill and I was stunned. They had spent a whopping 3000 dollars and were not ready to pay for the drinks! Well, how could they do that?

"They..." Kiara looked at me with desire to speak, as if her words would anger me. The look on her face made everyone on the scene guess the identity of those people.

" Future Alpha Carl's friends again?!" They asked.

" Hmm..." Sure enough, it was them again.

"Forget it then, it's kind of my treat for them." I had never been recognized by the people around Carl, they didn't like me, except when they needed a drink.

"Ophelia!" My waitresses have always resented my compromising attitude. But as they were about to say more another waitress came inside.

She took a second or two to gasp for some air before she broke out hysterically, "Ophelia, those boys are creating havoc!"

"What?!" We exclaimed together. For Carl's sake, I can buy them free drinks, but bully my people, then you can't blame me for being inconsiderate!

I pocketed the bill and immediately rushed outside to where those boys were.

The club that was buzzing some time back was as quiet as the mouse. The DJ was not playing any music and the dance floor was deserted. I could catch the glimpse of fear painted in the faces of all the customers who had stuffed themselves in the corners.

I looked around and noticed the four troublemakers. I saw two boys at the drinks corner, slapping their hands on the counter. One of them, the one who was piping smoke, said gruffly, "Come on! Drink this!"

Behind the corner, I spotted the she-wolf bartender who was utterly scared of them. Despite their domineering auras, she stood on her ground, "Sorry sir! We don't have such a service!"

That unnerved the boy who had been desperately holding out an empty glass. He twisted her arm behind and slapped her small back against his giant chest and growled in her ear, "Who do you think you are? DRINK!"

After saying that, he tried to pour the wine straight from the glass. The bartender tried to free her hand but the more she tried, the more the dominating werewolf would scrunch it harder and send her whimpering in pain.

"Aah! No!" She cried.

I fastened my pace to reach for the drinks corner. I need to save the bartender at any cost. The werewolf who was holding the bartender said to the smoking werewolf, "Peter, pass your lighter. I will fucking burn her alive! That's her punishment for not serving us!"

I was about to call them out but that was when a new waiter pulled me and whispered, "Ophelia! Just don't interfere!"

Does he know what he's talking about?! The bartender's life was at risk and here I was asked to not go there?! I tried to break free from the waiter but he didn't let me go.

"Don't go, Ophelia, He is beta’s son!" The waiter said.

I spat at him, "I know better than you!"

"Ah!" The bartender's scream drew my attention. I saw the werewolf handing over a lighter to his accomplice. Scared for her life, the bartender was left with no option but to give in.

"Ah! I'll drink! I'll drink with you!" She stuttered.

The werewolf holding her erupted into a ravenous laugh."That's right! Ha ha ha! Here, drink this!"

"Wait!" I stopped them loudly.

All the heads toppled at me. The boys didn't like the interference and glared at me! Stepping inside the drinks corner, I slid the glass filled with alcohol out of the reach of the werewolf and said curtly, "She said no! Get out!"

The boy who was glaring at me, sneered, "You're ordering me? Don't talk like you are some future Luna because you are just an OMEGA BITCH!! You really think Carl will marry you?" He tried to push me out of his way but I had my hand tightly gripping the counter.

His words could not strike me, I had heard such words a million times before. I just gripped the bar tightly, so as not to flinch and stare at him.

"Hahahaha, you don't really think you omegas can stop me, do you?!"

Before I could speak anything, I jolted a bit as the werewolf in front of me, the beta's son, took a step close to me and looked down at me.

"You're all whores anyway, what does it matter who you sleep with?" He said with a sly smile.

Who did he say was a whore? We never have sexual services here! He's being slanderous!

As his figure towered me with every step of his closing the space between us, I couldn't help but walk backward and tried to refute but that was when he said gruffly, "Boys, Choose yourselves! Take whoever you like! Have a great night!"

That was totally unexpected. I turned around to check on the waitresses! My heart clenched on seeing how the boys were using their lusty hands to grab the she-wolves.

"Ah - let go of me!"

"No!" The scene descended into chaos.

I shouted, "Leave them! Just leave them!"

I walked to the waitresses and tried to stand ahead of them with the motive of protecting them. And that was when that bastard gangster who gave this filthy idea walked up to me. Grabbing my hand, he tried to pull me away.

His lips curled into a hideous smirk as he said, "And I would like to make this prostitute my pet! Let's go, boys!"

"No! Let go of me!" I kept struggling, but his strength was too great for me to break free. I had to raise my other hand...

Slap--

I slapped him tightly in a fit of rage. Everyone was stunned on seeing my move. Somewhere deep within, I was shaken by that move of mine! I just slapped the BETA'S SON and I knew that it might invite more trouble. But there was nothing I could do about it.

He held his hand to the cheek and his eyes were shooting daggers at me. He growled, "How the fuck did you slap me, you filthy bitch??!"

He grabbed me by my hair without saying a word.

"Ah..." I felt like my scalp was going to be ripped off by him, it hurt!

He shook me hard and said to the boys, "Boys,Get those whores! I'll fuck this woman right here! Let her whore students learn the hard way!"

I was angry and scared on hearing him and tried to free myself but in vain. I tried to free myself but the more I did, the more tightly he would hold the fistful of my hair.

"Help! Help! PLEASE HELP ME!" I cried out but Everyone was under control and no one could save me. I could see the worry and fear in their eyes.

I'm done... If I'm raped... What if...

Pang——

Suddenly, I could hear a sound coming from the distance in the air. I lifted my head to find an empty alcohol bottle piercing through the air and rotating rapidly. The bottle fiercely wheezed through the air before crashing onto the gangster's forehead and knocking him off on the floor with his forehead covered in blood.

What a shot it was! I switched my gaze from the bleeding gangster to the source of the bottle. Who could have shot him so skillfully to knock him into the specks of dust?

From behind, I could hear the boys blurting out fiercely, "Bastard! Who the fuck did this?"

That was when I could see the crowd at some distance parting away to give way to a tall, burly handsome man who was draped into the finest clothes. He had a black leather jacket and his sturdy legs were draped into a pair of black pants.

His hair was dark brown in color and his handsome face was reigning with anger, his sea rover blue eyes gaped at me for an instant and I was a bit taken aback. Who was he? I haven't seen this handsome stranger in my pack!

He ferociously walked toward us and that was when one of the boys came crouched beside the gangster and said urgently, "Jack, Jack, we can't stay here! Get up! He is here!"

The boys who were terrorizing everyone in the bar were now scared like puppies on seeing the handsome stranger. I wondered who he could be.

As the space between us and the stranger was cutting down, the gangster scrambled to his feet. How could they simply run away? I turned around to go after them but that was when I could feel the pair of the handsome stranger's burly arms wrapping around my body and tightly pressing my small back against his hefty chest!

The sudden contact flickered something in my head. On smelling a mouth-watering scent, Ivy, my wolf danced in her head and squealed, "MATE!"