Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265

Aaron POV

The moment I stepped foot inside the Nightshade pack, I wrinkled my nose in disgust. The grounds were unkempt, and the packhouse had cracks in its walls and broken shutters on the windows. Even though they were meant to be wealthy, if was evident that the Alpha did not put much consideration into keeping the house or i grounds maintained.

Which made me wonder where the money went?

My own men looked rather displeased. Alpha Jacob seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes gleaming as he shook my hand.

“You must be Beta Aaron from the Shadow Pack. Come in, come in,” he urged, a twisted smile on his lips, “we’ve been waiting for you. Your men can clean up in the guest rooms,” he gestured to an omega, “but I’ve organized some special entertainment for you, Beta Aaron. I’m sure a man who looks like you,” he raked his gaze over me, is quite popular with the ladies.”

I inwardly sighed. This man was full of himself. I could practically feel the arrogance and conceit dripping from him.

This was going to be no easy feat, and honestly? I wasn’t sure we would be allying with him.

“That’s not necessary, Alpha Jacob,” I said firmly, “I came here strictly for business and to observe your pack.”

“Don’t be a killjoy,” Alpha Jacob sneered, continuing to lead me further into the pack house, “you’re a red- blooded male, aren’t you? Some fun is hardly going to kill you and I have some really prime stock,” he added as I frowned at him.

We reached what must be a private room, and he walked inside while I hesitantly followed.

I sat on the couch, and Alpha Jacob’s smile grew wider as he clapped his hands.

There were several other men there too, some of them drunk already, their clothes loose and wrinkled.

I had a bad feeling about this.

The room was dark and dirty. Beer bottles and cigarettes littered the tables, I watched, dumbfounded, as girls came wandering in wearing skimpy clothes. Or, more accurately french maid costumes, smiles on their faces.

Alpha Jacob sent me a triumphant look, almost as though he was gloating.

An omega quickly came in and exchanged the empty beer bottles for fresh ones.

The girls wasted no time in sitting on the men’s laps, grinding against them, some even shoving the men’s faces between their breasts as the men grinned and hung onto them, their hands moving over the girls’ bodies with abandon.

One girl with long blonde hair sat on Alpha Jacob’s lap, and he smirked as she grinded on him, her body moving seductively, her face turned towards him.

“I can organize one for you as well,” he drawled, “It wouldn’t be right for you to miss out on the fun.”

“Thank you, but not necessary,” I said stiffly.

I sat there, wondering if it was possible to simply up and leave, but also aware that it would be rude.

1/3

Damnit, Damien, you don’t pay me enough for this shit.

“Come on,” Alpha Jacob coaxed, I know the perfect girl. She’s sweet, obedient, beautiful,” he smirked, and innocent. Hell, if you want to take her back to your room, you have my full permission. I want you to be as comfortable as possible,” he added, his smile growing wider, while the girl continued to move on his lap, vin, him a personal lap dance.

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“At least have a drink with me,” he offered, staring at me hard.

I took hold of a beer and cracked it open, almost gulping it down.

I was going to need it to get through this.

Damien owed me. Then again, considering he had a mate, perhaps it was best he had chosen to remain with

Marissa.

“I’m quite tired from the long journey,” I chose my words carefully, “so if you don’t mind, I would like to have a bit of a rest before we get down to details. I would also like a tour when you have some spare time.”

The girl on his lap squealed as Jacob smacked her ass, his eyes darting to her rather impressive breasts. He licked his lips, and I almost shuddered.

I glanced around the room and noticed that several girls were now topless, some of them giving the man a blowjob right in front of everyone.

Shifters were highly sexual creatures, but a scene like this disgusted me.

It was clear the girls were nothing more than pieces of meat to them.

To be fair, the girls looked willing. Probably got paid well for their services, but still, it was never anything I would choose to partake in.

“If you insist,” Alpha Jacob let out a long-suffering sigh, “then I can’t stop you. Your room is on the second last floor, first one on the left. Should I get an omega to take you?” he offered half-heartedly.

I wanted out of this room as soon as possible. This man repulsed me.

“No need, I can find my own way. Thank you Alpha Jacob,” I said politely, but he’d already turned back to his girl and began untying the front of her top, his hand sliding under her short skirt.

Bile rose in my throat.

I hastily stood up and almost ran from the room. I stopped and leaned against the door, breathing heavily.

I hated to think what else I might suffer while remaining in this pack.

I felt dirty all over just standing here.

I began to make my way up the stairs, the pack house’s walls bereft of any paintings or furniture to make it look

more welcoming.

I suspected that the majority of the pack’s finances went towards the girls and booze instead of where it was desperately needed.

No Alpha worth his salt would disregard his pack like this or his grounds. They prided themselves on keeping things well maintained and comfortable for their pack members.

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