Iced Warmth: The Alpha’s Trial Mate

Chapter One

                     Jaslyn 

I slid my leg deftly around the pole, landing elegantly on the ground to the loud hoots and cheers of the masked men down the stage. I smiled brightly at them, my eyes scanning for the customer my boss had told me about. It didn't take long. I strayed down with purpose towards him, my steps matching the beat of the loud music booming in the club.

“You look dashing, Mister,” I purred seductively when I finally got to him, bending slightly so my cleavage was exposed. Holding his gaze, I pulled away the glass of wine in his hand and poured it slowly over my chest. It trailed down to my belly. 

“The private booth,” the man finally said, his gaze moving leeringly over my body.

“I’m expensive.” I replied promptly.

I watched as he reached into the wallet, pulled out a wad of dollar bills. 

“There’s a lot more where that came from.” He said invitingly. I scoffed inwardly.

My hands closed around the dollar bills, and tilting my head slightly I gestured him toward the VIP booth. I didn't need to turn to know that he was behind me.

The VIP strip booth was specially built for special clients, just like the one I was entertaining tonight. They were men who wanted exclusive treatment, and of course lots of ego stroking. I was good at giving both.

“Gosh, that was so beautiful,” he breathed, as I leaned over his table and poured a bottle of wine into his glass. His hand moved over my bare back, and downwards towards my ass.

I moved away smoothly with a forced smile on my face. “No touching, my love.” I whispered in a sultry manner.

“What if I pay more for it?” He suggested, crossing his leg over the other.

I didn't respond, and merely went back to the strip pole. “Then I'll think about it.” I whispered, and began twisting slowly. 

I was about to continue when a sound rang out loudly, and above the sensual music that was playing in the background. 

“Shit,” I cursed, and pulled out my alarm from the specially made brooch that was hanging on my neck.

I hurried over to my client, bent over and slowly rubbed on his chest while whispering in his ear and sliding into his mind, “I have to go. I had such a good time, babe.”

He didn't object just like I knew he would. 

The rush towards the changing room had me panting when I arrived. Luckily, there was no one occupying it. I took out my plain blue body-hugging maxi dress from my bag and hurriedly got dressed.

“Leaving early?” Samantha, the club owner, asked as I closed around the path to the exit. 

“It’s 1:00 am, Sam. Past my work time.” I chuckled.

She shook her head. “My bad. Client R complimented your services tonight, alongside our customers. I'll add your tip to your payment slip tomorrow.” She smiled.

“Sure. See you tomorrow night.” I was already halfway outside the club by the time the last words were out.

I barely flagged down a cab when a black bag suddenly covered my face, and someone hit me from behind, silencing the scream that threatened to slip out my throat. A sharp strike knocked me unconscious. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was in an unfamiliar place, tied alongside other women. 

“Sexy,” an unpleasant looking man said, his hand moving up and down my bare legs, while I pushed down the feeling of revulsion which crept up my throat. 

“You’ll fetch a lot of money. At least enough to recover the money I lost from your godforsaken father.” He spat, disgust dripping from his voice. My eyes widened as I realized what was going on. 

It was a line I'd heard so many times, and one I loathed.

“If you behave well, with any luck you'll end up with a rich Alpha who's willing to make you his toy,” he continued, moving around only to stop behind me. “Bring the black cuffs.” He ordered his underling.

My body was weak to even protest as he changed my handcuffs and locked it. I hadn't eaten for days now, and though I didn't really need food, I needed blood. That was why I was rushing from the club. I wanted to feed, but these bastards abducted me. 

“Did my father sell me to you?” I asked the obvious, already feeling weak. The man glared at me. The other men addressed him as Gavlin. He was probably the head trader. 

“Get up, bitch.” Gavlin ordered, his whip landing on my bare thighs. I flinched. Making a mental note to bury my fangs and claws in his throat whenever I got the opportunity to, I staggered to my feet. My body itched, and I felt dirty.

“You’ll turn twenty-four in a few days, right?” He asked, and I kept mute. A swift slap on my face made me change my resolve however, and I found myself nodding.

“Good. You're the perfect candidate.” He nodded in satisfaction, looking my body over. Revulsion, and raw anger coursed through me, as I spotted the desire in his eyes. 

I was more or less naked, if the iron-like lingerie I was putting on could be considered as clothing at all. My breasts were pushed up in an uncomfortable manner, and my ass cheeks were on display. My blonde hair lay down in sheets around my shoulder, as Gavlin had ordered.

Gavlin turned to the other slaves, perusing them carefully. As he did so, my mind went into motion. 

There was no way I was going to allow myself to get sold out for the second time.  There was a knife currently nestled down my breasts, hidden by the iron. 

I'd taken it from one of Gavlin’s underlings when none of them was paying attention. It'd remain there until the time was ripe to attack. And then I'd escape from this slave nest into freedom. I doubted if I had enough strength to get far before I got caught again. But I had to try. 

I could control the mind of a taxi driver and order him to give me all the cash he had, if I got lucky. Or maybe… 

My thoughts were brought into a standstill, as Gavlin pushed me and the other slaves into the large auction ring. I squinted my eyes, as lights poured down on us from all angles.

Before Gavlin left, he leaned down close to my ears and growled, “Don’t even think of escaping or messing things up, bitch. If you do, I'll chase you down to the end of the Earth, drag you back here, fuck you so hard, and then kill you.” He said, his stinky breath making me wince.

Once he left, my eyes flashed around the masked men sitting in the audience. Some were domineering, even with their masks on, while others were just…mediocre. My skin tingled however, when I suddenly felt an intense stare on my body. 

A sensation which I'd never felt before began spreading around my body, starting from my core. I looked around warily.