Chapter 106 Disguise
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When Mark mentioned “disguise, he didn’t mean a simple costume change–he meant we had to become the kind of wolves who belonged in Nightshade Alley, Wolves who were either brothel owners, workers, clients, bidders, sellers..or the ones being bought and sold. To blend in, we had to become part of that dark ecosystem.
He laid out our disguises, and none of us were thrilled.
Asher’s jaw was tight, a shadowed look in his eyes as he was told he’d pose as Ryker’s Beta. He wasn’t just an Alpha, he was someone who’d rather die than play the role of a subordinate. Only now, he was to act like a loyal shadow, the kind of Bera who’d obey any humiliating command, even cat his Alpha’s shit if commanded.
Ryker looked seconds away from snapping his jaw in two. He was to play the spoiled, lust–driven heir of a wealthy Alpha; an arrogant playboy 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 Finn.
In all the weeks I’d known him, I’d never seen him this furious. His smile was gone, replaced with weighted silence as Mark handed him the collar of a boytoy. In Nightshade Alley, it wasn’t just she–wolves being auctioned, dollboys and pleasure pets were common, especially in elite brothels like Sinspire. Since the rogues had kidnapped 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, silent, submissive, collared.
Then there was Ronan.
Ronan made no effort to hide the pure disgust on his face when told he’d be Ryker’s bodyguard. His cold glares and Ryker’s snapping retorts had poor Mark sweating bullets, terrified they’d ruin the entire mission before it even began.
Now the worst disguise?
That was all mine.
The moment Mark brought up the need for a dollboy, a male dressed in a woman’s clothes that were sold for pleasure, everyone’s eyes landed on me. My face. My frame. Slim, androgynous, 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 handed me the garments, along with the delicate veil. He even coached me on how to act, how to keep my gaze lowered, how to appear shy and delicate, how to talk softly like a woman, and even walk seductively.
I was mortified. My cars burned redder than the brothel’s lanterns when I caught the small, secretive smirk Ronan shot ruy way during one of those “lessons” I tried my best not to look at him at that time. He was the only one that knew Mark was teaching a woman how to act like a woman.
As far as the others, and the entire alley, were concerned, I was Seth. A pretty–faced male with soft hips and wide eyes. 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 flickering lights, my breathing shallow beneath the binding around my chest. I could feel all four ad them watching sur
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Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be wearing women’s clothes in front of these Alphas. Thanktully, they were not a bit revealing us like bodyson The binding on my chest did not give away my breasts and my hair still looked like a buys I was a bay dorsal as a woman but an uncontrollable panic curled in my chest for some reason
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lights flickered across the marble floors, casting shadows like spiderwebs. Wealthy Alpha heirs 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 buy something beautiful.
Something submissive.
Something they could ruin.
“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 row of auctioned bodies.
“Tonight,” he announced, “we sell and buy 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 playground. That meant only one would walk away with the most prized dollboy of the night.
Only one would be chosen.
So, we had to make sure it was us.
Tension hung thick in the air as the bidding began, the brothel owner watching closely, calculating. He was choosing who to favor, Which Alpha’s gold was the sweetest. As for Ryker? He hadn’t caught his attention yet.
We needed more. I glanced over my shoulder at Asher once from behind the veil before I fixed my eyes on the brothel owner and then lowered again.
Asher leaned toward Ryker then, his voice low but loud enough to carry.
“Maybe we should move on to another brothel, Alpha,” he 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.”
The bait was subtle, but perfectly timed.
The brothel owner had sharp wolf ears and he frowned bitterly as he listened in.
The goblet in Ryker’s hand shattered.
Wine splashed across the cushions like spilled blood as he slammed it down and stood, his movements slow, menacing. The room went still. Then, with calculated fury, he reached out and grabbed me by the back of the neck, jerking me to him with a snarl that cracked the silence.
“That’s because of you,” he growled, dragging my veiled form against his chest. “Because of your cursed beauty, none of these
whores look good to nic. Because of you, my own dollboy, I can’t bring 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 and whispers of my beauty.
For a heartbeat, no une moved
Then came the whispers
“Who is he?”
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The brothel owner narrowed his eyes, stepping forward to get a better look of me, clearly intrigued. Our plan was working.
Until-
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
1 stiffened instantly.
It was Ronan.
He pulled me into his chest, his voice low and trembling, “Forgive him Alpha, 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 you had your eye on what’s mine.”
I felt the moment Ryker’s hand lifted.
About to strike. At Ronan.
Then Finn was suddenly between them, his collar jingling, his eyes wide as he grabbed Ryker’s wrist. Softly while shaking.
“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 hit the ground with a hard thud.
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Still, he looked up at Ryker, eyes glassy and desperate, whispering, “I love you…I love you, Alpha. Please don’t be bewitched by that dollboy’s beauty. Please…”
The audience was devduring 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 Finn. “You forget your place as a boytoy? You think I’d touch you after you embarrass me like this?”
He raised his hand again to slap Finn but before that could happen Asher stepped forward stoic, cold, his eyes glittering beneath lowered lashes.
His voice was razor–sharp “Alpha” he said softly to Ryker, “this dollboy has seduced your bodyguard. To make matters worse your boytoy thinks he owns you. Clearly, they’ve both forgotten their place.”
He paused
Then added low and possonous
Thou should discard them. Trash them. You deserve better A beautiful she wolf, maybe. One that won’t bring shame”
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“You’re right,” he snarled and pointed at Finn 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 and Finn toward Asher.
Asher nodded once and took hold of both, shoving them forward roughly:
With my teary eyes and shaking figure. I sat with my head lowered and sobbed a second later it happened. The brothel owner stopped in front of me, lifted my chin and whispered, “I will take this boy.”
As the words left his lips, my wolf secretly smiled.
