Page 4 of Bonded

It’s something the club’s owner counts on. He knows exactly what he’s doing—encouraging the Team, with perks, gets them to visit often. They’re such a huge crowd-pleaser, obvious when you see them all dressed up, and hence why they’re afforded luxury VIP status with all their needs met.

Rumors and gossip travel far and fast, and the manager knows it saves the advertising budget. Everyone’s ‘heard’ these guys are special forces; no one knows if it’s true. And that’s not the only ‘rumor’ the club thrives on, and something Kat’s not aware of. The club attracts a different type of clientele. People like her, who have dark and secret ‘other lives’.

The club keeps those ‘secrets’ and that makes it a popular choice among the rich and super-rich, but there is a dark side to those who frequent Selene’s; a world which in the daylight stays hidden from public view.

The club attracts all types; Wolf packs, single loner type betas, over-sexed alphas, and even the odd omega looking for a change from the local gay scene. One too many shifters though only those approved by the management make the VIP area, but still, they come in the hope they’ll get laid by anything the wolves reject. Wolves, especially rich wolves, can be picky fuckers.

The diversity of Selene’s clientele only adds to its exclusive reputation—and income. Exclusivity equals expensive.

That doesn’t stop people from wanting to sign up. The paid waitlist for the VIP waitlist. The hefty general admission price and the extortionate cost of the drinks; it’s all designed to keep the lower-ranked packs, clans, and tribes away.

There’s nothing on earth you can’t get or have procured for you—for a fee. Drugs, women, men, and a pharmaceuticals list any hospital would be proud of—including what some call thebest-muthafucka-crazy-highever.‘Liquid Ruby’or ‘Ruby’ the street names for Wolf blood.

Ever since someone injected it and discovered its ‘temporary’ effects, the trade has been good. It’s strictly controlled at Selene’s. The donors kept low, ensuring a high quality which justifies its extortionate price. It’s highly addictive and despite the cost, popular especially with the rich clientele. Wealthier shifters use it for a quick boost to their strength and libido, but it’s invariably human men. The ones that come to buy over-priced drinks for scantily clad women. They love to ‘pretend’ they’re a beast—being an alpha wolf is like having a golden ticket to sex.

It’s pathetic watching them for the real wolves, but that’s just the way it is and the club’s alpha owner knows exactly how to use it to his full advantage.The owner of Selene’s is rich, good looking, and loves fun just as much as his clientele. He has expensive tastes and likes luxury.

The club only hires the best employees—security, hostesses, bartenders, they are all highly skilled and the best at their jobs—or just great looking. For humans and supernaturals alike, the place is a playground for every debauched sin under the moon. There’s nothing the body or mind could want that you can’t get at Selene’s. But there’s a price. The dark secrets here never get talked about in the wider world. Everyone well aware of the cost if they do.

The place reeks of sweat and bodily fluids—as if a hundred people have just had sex, and it hangs like a thick syrup in the recycled air. Kat drinks in a breath and even with her limited capacity to smell, she’s overwhelmed by the musky scent of pheromones.

Following behind the guys her head’s buzzing and high on the atmosphere she smiles. Bizarrely she’s loving all the attention.

Digby slides his hand around her waist and grins, “Told ya you’d feel like a rock star.”

“Mmm… Maybe?” she grins. He leans down and kisses her and as he does, he’s against surprised to hear the bitch-calling that follows, and with an unhappy snarl on his lip, he stares at the woman doing it. Then a large guy reaches out, pulling at Kat—another beefed-up alpha and Digby steps forward. Growling aggressively, he makes it quite clear the attention is neither wanted nor tolerated.

“Yep”Digby sighs, he’s going to have to stay alert tonight. With what Kat is, she’s going to be one of the most coveted people in the room. Maybe Zak was right and he should have thought more carefully about bringing a Blood-Alpha she-wolf to a club just before a full moon.

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Stepping down from the metal staircase, they cross the dance floor and head through to a smaller, quieter area at the back of the club. Another black and gold rope separates it from the noise and public gaze of the main arena, but once inside, the sounds from the DJ are quietened to a more tolerable level.

They keep walking, ignoring the first tier of seating, and carry on to a much more private area with its own bar. It’s more intimate and has booth-style seating and the guys—Zak, Bud, Oz, and QT, immediately sit in a horseshoe pattern.

Kat’s still busy trying to absorb all the details of the unfamiliar surroundings. The blue haze of neon under-lighters gives the white glossy top bar a warm and relaxing glow.

“Hullo, Ryan…. How are you?” The sultry voice of a tall, dark-haired hostess floats across the table and Kat looks up and glances her over. She’s wearing what could be described as a red dress, but it’s so short that it barely covers her ass. She leans in, her hand stroking Digby’s arm, and smiles. “So gentlemen, what can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll have a vodka soda,” Kat snaps back with confident authority.

The hostess looks her up and down, and a curl of disdain creeps across her lips as Kat smooths her hand around Digby’s butt. Casually sliding herself between them, she drops him a kiss before she sits on the spare seat next to Zak.

Digby grins, Kat marking her territory makes his cock hard, but he’s also a little embarrassed. “Hey… you know what, I’ll come over with ya. I just wanna speak to that guy at the bar,” he points at a blond-haired man sat on a stool by himself. “I promise… I’ll be right back.”

He drops her a kiss and Kat watches as he disappears—still chatting to the hostess. His hand gently skimming her hip, she pushes her body closer and leans forward, brushing a kiss against his cheek.

Luna growls with jealousy; Kat calms her and Zak smiles, watching as her expression changes. Chewing his gum, he continues to smirk as he leans back in his seat and stretches his arms out on either side of him; it makes him look huge. “He’s slept with her, a few times. Just in case you were curious. She got quite serious for a while—thought he might end up with another kid,” he laughs as he watches for Kat’s reaction.

Bud and Oz both scowl. They’re not happy; Zak’s in the mood for trouble and they don’t like it.

“I wasn’t… ‘curious’ and I’m sure he did,” she snarls, ignoring him.

“Mind… she’s also slept with most of the club, including me.” He grins, flicking the coaster from the table between his fingers, and he continues to stare at her.

“Whatever,” Kat sighs. Looking over her shoulder, she watches as Darius walks away from them and his tall muscular frame disappears into a dark, security guarded doorway at the back of the room. “So, where’s Darius going?” Zak, Bud, and Oz all exchange furtive glances, but none of them answer her question. “Well?” she frowns curiously. “I said where did Darius go?”

“Oh, there’s um… a private bar out back.” Zak coughs, “Kind of a… VIP-VIP area. Exclusive. You have to be a certain type of member.”

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