Owned By The Dangerous Biker Alpha

Chapter One: The Era Of Bad Luck

＊✿❀LILA SORIN❀✿＊

Hard work pays off. That was the biggest lie I was fed my whole life. I have been working hard for years and years. Busting my ass off to ensure that everything works out for my brother. That he gets the education I can’t get, that he can eat the best kinds of food. That he doesn’t realize how harsh and cruel the world can be. I’ve been doing that for so long that suddenly I feel like I can’t stand on my own two feet anymore.

I stared at the piece of paper, my whole world was spinning upside down. What the hell is this? Every month, I take out some money to bring my brother to a decent hospital so that he can get a check-up. To ensure that he’s fine. I do this so that if there’s any problem, I can tackle it right away.

I’ve never gotten a check-up.

And someone how I can’t catch a break. The world had looked at me and told me to go fuck myself. I shudder, my body feels.... I’m shaking as I sit there across from the doctor.

My brother was fine last month. But over the past thirty days, something must have changed. He was coughing and falling asleep in class, which he never did before he got sick. He was waking up with fevers and vomiting. My heart skipped when I heard him throwing up. I prayed it would be a stomach bug, but apparently, I was wrong.

I remember when my parents started acting this way. I remember the outcome in the end. Two years after their diagnosis they died. And now that same disease is here for my brother. Just... look at this.

Aether Decay Syndrome (ADS).

No origin, no cure. It affects some wolves, it’s apparently genetic but it skipped over me. I’ve got no cousins, no aunts, or uncles, the same disease is taking everyone from me.

“I don’t understand. He was fine. He’s only fifteen, he can’t go through this. I can’t lose my brother.”

The doctor looked at me with remorse. “I know how this must feel, Lila.”

How could she possibly know what this feels like? My heart is breaking within me. Why? God, why the hell does this always happen to me? No matter how much I work things always end up like this.

“I’m sorry, Lila. If... there might be a way to save your brother, but I don’t know. I’ll reach out to some doctors out of Black River, let’s see what they have to say. Okay?”

I nodded because there was nothing else for me to do. I got up and felt my knees buckle. The doctor looked at me with worry. My clothes felt too tight, I haven’t bought myself a new pair of clothes since I started working. I’m not healthy, I eat once a day and it’s whatever I can get at the restaurant where I work. I had to spend my biggest paycheck on a new apartment since the one we used to live in looked awful, and I didn’t want to risk my brother falling ill.

It didn’t matter though, he’s sick now. He can’t go to school. He can barely eat. And I know there’s no cure for him. I folded the piece of paper and shoved it into my pocket before stepping out of the office so I could inhale some oxygen.

I don’t breathe until I’m out of the hospital entirely. It’s raining, I’m honestly so done with this life. Some people say it can’t get worse, but my motto is different. I say if it can get worse, it will, and eventually it does.

I’m Lila Sorin. A twenty three year old non shifter omega. What is that? Well in the city of Black River, and some parts of the world, wolves are born without the ability to shift. They possess the aura of a werewolf, but they’re generally useless and not viewed as a wolf. My brother is Damian Sorin. He’s this black-haired, weird kid, who thinks I can do anything I set my mind to. And he’s about to die.

And leave me all alone.

My parents were killed by the Aether Decay Syndrome (ADS). It’s this vile disease that develops in the heart of a wolf like a tick. I can’t exactly explain anything about it because no one knows a damn thing. The tick develops in a spot on the heart where it can’t be removed, then it starts to grow. It’s awful watching someone you love go through that.

I had to watch my parents die that way. My brother and i couldn’t keep the house, even though it was in our name. I was too young to claim it. We were sent into foster care, and let me just tell you that in Black River, foster care is bullshit. People only adopt children who fit their perfect image.

They wanted my brother but I wouldn’t let those bastards have him. He was eight, I was sixteen. No one wanted a teen, especially a wolfless one. And I wasn’t about to let them take my brother.

I fought for two years in foster care until I turned eighteen. Then I ran off with my brother. Disappearing from that hellish place. I contacted the lawyer my parents had assigned to handle their will. Turns out he sold their house without speaking to me about it. He tossed a few hundred dollars my way and told me to get lost.

That was what I used to get us the first apartment we lived in.

I work three jobs now. One at a restaurant during the mornings, and a gas station job during the nights. I also work as a taxi driver for one of my few friends over the weekends.

I’m rarely at home, but my brother is getting the life he deserves, and the education I could never get.

My job starts in an hour, so I have enough time to stop by the house to check on Damian. Life can’t be like this all the time, right?

I walked from the hospital to where I lived. A good thirty minutes but that’s fine. I can’t burn money on bus fees, or anything like that. Every penny goes to Damian and rent.

I jogged up the stairs once I arrived, almost slipping as my wet shoes touched the tiled staircase. I heaved in and tried to calm myself. I slowed down and went up to the floor where we lived. My elderly neighbor was outside my apartment door. She looked at me with her normal worried expression.

“Oh, you poor child. I heard him coughing, is he okay?”

I tried not to cry as her words reminded me of the bad news. I hadn’t forgotten but god. Tears burst out and I sobbed. The old woman wrapped me in a hug and kept me there. Rubbing my back, and whispering for me to stay calm. That everything would be alright.

But it wouldn’t be alright. Nothing would be alright. Knowing my luck, my brother is as good as dead.

Why is it always me? I can’t... I can’t go on if I lose, Damian too. I’ve worked so hard for him to live. Who did I upset in the past life? Why is everything so bad when it comes to me?

I stayed in that woman’s arms and cried all night. 

Chapter Two: The Solution Is Expensive

＊✿❀LILA SORIN❀✿＊

I told Damian the truth that night. After crying in the arms of my elderly neighbor, I went into the apartment and made dinner for him. Neither of us could eat. And while he lay on the couch, I told him what the doctor said. He cried. My little brother sobbed so hard my already broken heart shattered what was left of it. He held me as he cried, and I almost didn’t want to go to work after that. But I have to work the night shift at the gas station. I made sure he was tucked in, and that his phone was charged. It’s not a good phone, but I saw it on sale three years ago.

I got two. My number was on there so he could call me if something happened. I’ve done everything a girl can do, and it’s never enough. I took a shower as quickly as i could and dressed for my work. Once I arrived, only five minutes late, my coworker was waiting for me.

“You look worse and worse every day I see you,” Natty said. I stopped in the locker room and stared at her.

“Sorry,” my voice came out raspier than I wanted it to. I shoved my bag into the locker, grabbing only my phone.

“What happened dear?”

I shuddered just thinking about it. “I don’t want to talk about it. Um, I just want to take a moment to work and forget about my problems.”

I headed out of the store towards the backroom to grab some supplies so I could do some minor cleaning before she left. Natty stopped me by stepping in front of me.

“We’re friends. Didn’t I get you the job as a taxi driver?” she’s right. Natty is the only friend I have. She looks after me despite me being a non shifter. Which people seem to avoid like I’m the fucking plague. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Before I could come up with an answer, my phone started to ring. I grabbed it from my back pocket and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Miss Sorin.”

“Yes?”

“It’s Doctor Sooya. We spoke an hour ago.”

My pulse quickened. Why is she calling me? “Yes, yes we did. Is everything alright?”

“Actually yes. You looked so sad when you left, and I know you’ve lost family to this disease so I reached out as quickly as I could. There’s a facility in Roseberg, New Jersey with a guaranteed cure. To soften the black spot in the heart, and remove it. It’s a safe process, and it’s the only place that does it. I have a friend there.”

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. My face lit up, and Natty narrowed her eyes in confusion.

“Are you serious? Oh my god, oh my god. There’s a cure!! what... I can’t believe this.”

Doctor Sooya cleared her throat. “Yes, well I was happy too but the price.... the surgery, the treatment, the whole thing is three hundred and fifty thousand.”

My happy bubble popped. I rushed to the nearest bathroom to throw up in the sink. Natty rushed in after me. I threw up as much as I could on an empty stomach. Then I rinsed my mouth.

“Three hundred and fifty thousand?”

“Yes. And that’s excluding the flight. But it includes the room where he would be staying for the four month treatment.”

“Oh god. I don’t have that money.”

“I’m so sorry, but that’s what I’ve found out. I’m going to email you the information and the doctor’s number. If you ever come across that sort of money-” I felt sicker by the minute. “- contact him. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Once the line disconnected, and I threw up again. I can’t believe this. The universe dangled a solution over my head only to tell me I couldn’t have it.

“Now, will you tell me what’s going on?” Natty rubbed my back, holding my hair out of my face as I rinsed my mouth. Feeling numb.

“Damian is sick.”

“And it cost that much to treat him?”

“Yes, he has the same disease that killed my parents.”

“Oh no, girl. no.” she hugged me, and I felt tears run down my cheek.

“I can’t afford it natty. I can’t even afford to eat or change my clothes.”

“Come to the counter, I may have a solution.”

Yeah winning the lottery. Gambling. Those are my only options. She tugged me away from the sink. I glanced at my reflection and winced. I look as awful as I feel.

Natty took me to the counter, placing me on the stool behind the desk. She took some candy and paid for it, then she handed it to me.

“Eat it, please.”

“I’ll pay you back,” I told her, tiredly, as she shoved the candy bar into my mouth.

“You don’t need to. Look, I was thinking of quitting this job and the taxi thing because...” She pulled out her phone and showed me her bank account. I coughed.

“Where did you make thirty thousand dollars?”

“You have to swear not to tell. It’s not exactly a proud site. It’s a taboo site, as you know. Black River doesn’t like porn stars.”

I gasped. “You did-”

“No. No. There is this site called, Baby Girl Lovers. You sign up, take a photo of yourself, and create an account. They’ll approve your account if you’re cute and legal. Then you can start livestreaming yourself to some people.” that sounds really shady. “You just touch yourself on camera. I’ve been at this for two months, and I’ve already made thirty grand. If you do this, you can make that 350k in like six to seven months.”

I don’t know about this site. Am I really willing to show my body to make money?

“sign me up.” her eyes went wide.

“What? Really?”

“I can’t let Damian die. This disease isn’t painless. So sign me up, I’ll do it.”

“Let’s step out for a few minutes, you’ll need some new clothes and a laptop. And some other things. I can give you the money to get started. You pay me back whenever.”

I felt nervous but I smiled and thanked her. I’m really doing this. I’m going to join this website to earn some money.

After that conversation with Natty, and the money she loaned me to kick-start my new job. I quit all my other jobs. I needed to be around to care for my brother, and to add some more weight since I was almost skin and bones.

I told my brother I found a job online and that I would get him a cure. He didn’t seem to believe it but he trusted me.

I created my alter ego, Velvet Noir. She’s confident, she's happy, and she’s a villainess. It’s a cam girl site. I wear a cat mask, I bought make up supplies and sexy lingerie. And toys. Which I’ve never done. I also bought new clothes. My room is far from my brother’s, thank goodness. I’m embarrassed enough.

But I have to snap out of that feeling. I have to earn as much as I can. I can do this. Once I have enough for Damian, I’ll delete the account. Cam girl work is illegal in Black River. It’s a city run by the elite wolves, they have rules, and they call the shots. The mayor is not a fan of anything that doesn’t fit the image he’s setting for his city.

So I have to be careful. The only person who knows is Natty. She does this too, we both quit the same week. We live in the downtown of black river, we’re poor enough. We don’t need to be arrested too.

“Lila?” I heard Damian calling. I tugged on a large sweatshirt and rushed out. He looked pale, his eyes barely capable of staying open.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” he lifted his hand up, and my skin felt cold. There was something there that shouldn't be. I knelt next to the couch and pulled him into a hug. I hope this job pays off, I can't lose my brother.

Chapter Three: The Big Bad Alpha

 ─•❉᯽KNOX GRAVES᯽❉•─

Breaking News: Violent Disruption at Mayoral Gala Leaves Attendees in Chaos

"An elegant evening turned into chaos last night at the mayor's charity gala as unidentified assailants launched a surprise attack. Witnesses report smoke bombs, shattered windows, and a stampede as panicked guests fled for safety. Notably, several attendees claimed to have spotted a distinctive black motorcycle with a signature skull at the front speeding away from the scene—one eerily similar to the vehicle linked to several high-profile incidents in the city.

Authorities are investigating the claims, and the mayor's office has yet to release an official statement. The extent of the damage and injuries sustained remains unclear, though several guests are being treated for minor wounds. Law enforcement urges the public to remain calm as investigations continue.

Stay tuned as we uncover more details about this shocking event and the mysterious motorcycle at its center."

I sat behind my desk looking at the news report on the screen of my computer. There had been an attack at one of the mayor’s important parties, and people were saying they saw my motorcycle there. It’s false of course, if I’d been there it wouldn’t be an attack but a massacre. I need to call my guy who works at the news station to correct this mistake before I actually give them real news to report on.

I expelled a breath, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of my head. Each news I see involves my club the Grave Riders. Which is stupid. I know the mayor is trying to run me out of the city but that bitch needs to work harder because this shit won’t work. False news is just one of the many many things he’s attempted. Too scared to actually declare me an outlaw for the fear that I might come after him.

He’d be right to be afraid. I got up and finally decided to head downstairs to the bar to check on everything.

I could hear music the moment I stepped out of my office. It’s a bar/club. A club for parties, and a motorcycle club. We do all sorts of things that wouldn’t be legal. But who gives a fuck.

I dug my hands into my pockets, the news report still lingering in my mind. Making me want to throw hands with someone. Perhaps I’ll head underground to one of the fight clubs this weekend to get my knuckles bloody.

“CHEERS!” I heard people shout as I stepped into the club. The smell of sweat and other nasty body fluids reeked in the air. Unbelievable. It’s too early in the night for people to be having sex on the dancefloor. I walked around all of them, going straight for the bar.

Mathias was there. Eyeing up one of the girls. She was flirting with him, but the moment I got close enough for both of them to see me, she got frightened and she excused herself.

“You enjoy cock blocking me don’t you?”

I bit back a smile. “Me? Never. Give me something hard to drink.”

“She was hot.”

“I want a drink, don’t make me ask you twice,” he grumbled but complied.

I like it when people are afraid of me. I didn’t work hard to build this image just to be a nice guy. No, I kill without remorse, and when I step into a room. I’m a tall guy, larger than most wolves, and I’ve got a mean attitude that people can’t stand. It’s all part of the look, and it’s who I love to be. The bastard you would think twice before crossing.

Mathias dropped a glass of whiskey in front of me. “You know, you could stand to get laid. Your last fuck was what? Two years ago.”

“Yes, and she tried to rob me.”

“That was funny.” he chuckled.

“It wasn’t. It was supposed to be a one night stand, and she assumed I would fall asleep after. Like I was born yesterday.”

“Yes, but she’s in the past. Get your rocks off so you can stop hindering me from doing the same.”

“Drop it.”

He raised his hands in defeat. “At least go online. This new girl is trending all over the... you know what site. She’s beautiful, man, hot as hell. I’d love to fuck her, but unfortunately, her identity is a secret.”

I sighed. “I said no, mathias.”

I collected my drink and left. Returning to my office to go over some paid work and keep up to date with the people owing me. I had just sat down behind my desk when a link popped up with a message attached to it.

/Her name is Velvet Noir, she’s been here for four months, and she’s stunning. Go wild./

I rolled my eyes and moved to delete the message. I clicked on it by accident and cursed. Before I could do anything else, a girl came on the screen. This girl, Velvet Noir, has an ethereal and captivating presence, with strikingly vivid blue eyes that almost seem to glow, holding a mysterious intensity. Her long, flowing black hair cascades like liquid silk, framing her flawless, porcelain-like skin, which has a radiant, moonlit quality. Her lips are painted a rich, bold crimson, adding an air of allure and confidence to her expression.

She wears an elegant emerald necklace that sparkles with brilliance, paired with matching gemstone earrings, which add a luxurious and commanding touch to her appearance. The background, adorned with scattered money and jewels, hints at a life of opulence and danger, amplifying her enigmatic aura.

The half of her face is covered by a black mask. I can see her eyes and the shape of her nose. But nothing else.

I found myself frozen as she spoke.

“Hello masters, it’s Velvet. Today is a Wednesday so you know, we’ll be talking about your favorite thing. My body.”

I’m stuck on her voice, on the way her lips move. The camera widens, almost like it’s placed on the ceiling. I can see the rest of her. She’s on a bed, surrounded by more money and jewels. Wearing only a black lacy bra that shows off her nipples, and a matching pair of panties that hides nothing.

She looks even more beautiful. I spotted a scar on the side of her hips, the right side. I know I should turn it off, but-

the screen paused, and I finally blinked. What the fuck?

Pay to continue watching. I.... fuck, I clicked on the option and typed in my account number. My spare account. I paid two thousand to watch her video. About sixty thousand people were watching.

If they all paid the same amount then she must be loaded. I’ve never been this captivated, intrigued by a woman enough to spend money. What the fuck am I doing?

I don’t know. I really don’t know. But I’m ashamed to say no only did I watch her video, but I signed up to be her fan. She has a bunch of saved videos of her getting off. I watched all of them. Twice. Who is this girl?

And her voice- Hello masters, it’s velvet.- What deity created a woman this incredible?

There’s something in her tone when she says that. I’m going to fire Mathias for this. I got nothing done that night. I hope this doesn’t turn into an addiction. I can’t afford to be addicted to anything. Life is already dangerous, and if I slip up once someone will step up to take my life.

Chapter Four: When Bad Turns To Worse

＊✿❀LILA SORIN❀✿＊

Six months. Six months of working on this site, and you’d think I’d have made the amount of money I needed to send Damian to the hospital in Jersey. You would be wrong. Damian developed a new symptom the doctors had never seen. He was spitting out small black round thick things, and it was affecting his ability to speak.

So they would need to develop an entirely new treatment for him, which would cost one million five hundred and eighty dollars. At this point, I give up. I thought maybe I could earn that amount. But after he showed me that black thing in his hand, covered in blood. He had to be admitted into the hospital here, but Doctor Sooya told me there was nothing they could do but keep him stable until I could afford the money for the treatment.

Six months, six months of more hard work only for it to still not pay off. I give up. I give up. I’m so sorry, Damian. I failed you. I always fail. This is who I am, a failure.

I walked around today, instead of laying in my bedroom getting ready to speak to some strange men online who made comments about wanting to fuck me. There was only one who didn’t act that way. He only requests to see me in more clothes. Which is weird. Like you’re on this site to see me put on more clothes?

But he pays well. He’s new. He feels different from the others. I always throw up after. I can’t wrap my head around it.

Who cares about that stranger anyway?!

I have bigger things to worry about. I still walk. I didn’t buy a car even though I could afford it, I needed every penny. My brother doesn’t even have two years. He has at most three more months before he kicks the bucket.

I stopped myself from walking to look around. Where the hell am I? Just great, I’m lost. I looked across the street, and there was a bar. Club? I could hear the music coming from it, the building looked shady. Three bouncers guarding one door, a bunch of motorcycles parked out front.

I could use a drink so let’s do it. I crossed the street, running across. The bouncers eyed me.

“ID.”

I handed it over, and then scanned it, then me. Like they were looking for something.

“What’s in your bag?”

“Wallet, sunglasses, cellphone, and house keys.”

They nodded to each other, giving me back my ID, and then they stepped away from the door. One wrapped something around my wrist.

“New customers get a one day free VIP. All drinks are covered.”

“Thank you,” the man rolled his eyes, then they let me into the club. The music was even louder here. I felt nervous, I could be earning some money right now but my head wasn’t in it today.

I went to see Damian today, he looks worse. He’s dying faster than my parents. Bile rose up in my throat, but I forced it down.

The cam girl work isn’t all that bad. It’s forcing me to eat, to take better care of myself. But the guilt kills me. I’m looking alot better than I did at the start of the year, however, my brother is losing his life.

My thoughts were starting to give me a headache. I went straight for the bar and slid into one of the stools. The bartender was a dark skinned man with a grey beard and one working eye. The other had a scar on it and he lacked a pupil there. He looked at me with a wicked grin.

“My my, you sure are fine.”

“Uh, thank you. I’d like anything you can recommend.”

He cocked an eyebrow up. “First time at a bar?”

I blushed, the music might have been loud but I could hear him clearly. The excitement in his tone.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“You look nervous. Don’t worry, Mathias will take care of you.” his gruff voice sent chills up my spine. He’s eyeing me up like I’m a snack he can’t wait to eat. Dear god, this was a bad idea.

But I’m already here. I simply nod, and he makes me a drink. It’s bright pink, and it has cherries in it.

“Is this safe?”

“No, baby girl, this will get the tension off your shoulders.”

I nodded and took the first sip. It didn’t taste like how I imagined alcohol to be. It was sweet, actually yummy to my tongue. I finished my first cup before I could think to pace myself. Mathias the bartender watched me. People danced all around, grinding, laughing, and doing things that made me want to stare at the bartender rather than them.

I requested another.

Then another.

Then another. I don’t know how much I drank but I started talking to Mathias.

“Really?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes. I work so hard, and he’s still gonna die. This is bullshit!” I slammed my glass cup down, almost breaking it. I burped and apologized. “I’m sorry little glass cup. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. So you work hard and you keep getting unlucky?”

“Yeah. It’s like... like... the more I work, the more cursed I get.” he handed me another drink. “Thank you, Mathias. You... you and I, we get each other.”

He snickered. “yes we do, pretty girl. How much is your brother’s medical fee?”

I frowned. “It’s almost two million.”

His eyes widened with disbelief. “Shit.”

“You get it!”

I chugged down the next drink and handed the cup to Mathias. He changes the cup each time, it’s so cool. He looked up, opening his mouth to say something. But his smile fizzles. And his eyes roll.

“My god. Do you always know when I’m trying to get.. acquainted with a woman?” he winked at me, before returning his gaze to someone behind me.

I turned slowly to see who he was speaking to. There was a large man coming our way, he had this aura that commanded respect, fear, and many other things. My heart skipped around him. But I recognized him from the newspapers.

The infamous Knox Graves. The reaper, the head of the grave riders, black river’s largest motorcycle club. He’s the scariest man in the city, the most powerful man, and the one person I should not be near.

I leaned forward to get off the stool. That proved to be difficult, I ended up falling forward, my vision going black for a minute. What the hell had I been drinking?

Chapter Five: An Opportunity I Won't Miss

─•❉᯽KNOX GRAVES᯽❉•─

The open road stretched endlessly before me as I rode, the wind whipping against my face and carrying away every lingering thought. The hum of the bike beneath me was a soothing rhythm, a reminder of freedom and solitude. Here, in this moment, with nothing but the road and the wind, I felt a rare, unshakable peace—one that seemed to flow through my veins as surely as the engine's purr echoed in my ears.

I was coming from the home of a politician who owed me money. Some wolves think they’re so high and powerful, he actually spat on my shoes and told me to go fuck myself. He had a change of tune the second my fist met his face. I guess he thought those bodyguards he hired would keep him safe but they didn’t even move. They knew better than to fuck with me.

They were smarter than their boss. I parked the bike in front of the club, feeling tired and sweaty. All day I’ve been collecting money from the most unwilling patron. They had no problem borrowing my money but they refused to pay with some ass whooping.

Fuckers. I got off the bike and took off my glasses. The bouncers greeted me.

“Hey prez, you look like you’ve been through shit.”

“You know how it is, Marcus, they only respond to violence.”

He chuckled, and the other two men did the same. They stepped aside for me to go in. The music made my head hurt, I just wanted to go upstairs to where my office and apartment were so I could sleep. I stopped myself at the sound of a woman laughing. I could hear her through the music, I could hear her before I saw her.

Sitting by the bar, dressed in low-riding blue jeans and a black crop top, there was a brunette drinking and chatting with Mathias. On the right side of her hip was a scar that seemed so familiar. As familiar as that sultry voice.

There was no doubt in my mind that this girl was Velvet Noir. A woman who has had me in a chokehold for two months. I haven’t been able to think about anyone else. I know I should do better. I know that. But god, my whole life has been a steady rise in the dark side of Black River City. Becoming a sort of crime lord, I can’t let myself be held by a woman. But I sure would love to keep this one. Just enough to get her out of my head.

I should go upstairs, she’ll drink and leave and I’ll forget all about her.

I nodded to myself, but before I could leave I saw Mathias give her another drink. How many of those has she had?

Deciding to step in before he got my obsession drunk and naked in his bed, I headed over to the bar to stage an intervention. With good intentions of course. Not because I was holding dark, and obsessive feelings towards a woman I’ve only met never in my life.

The closer I got the more of their conversation I could hear. Before I could get a word out, Mathias looked up and cursed at me. How many times do I have to tell him taking home drunk girls is wrong?

They’re knocked out of their minds so they can barely recall his name. That’s wrong in so many ways.

Once again I tried to say something but this Velvet, turned to stare at me. My beast growled low, and my heart did things it wasn’t supposed to do. Wow, okay. She tried to step off the stool but blacked out in the process. I picked her up, tugging her into my body preventing her from colliding with the floor, and then I gave Mathias a dirty look.

“Let this be the last time you try to take home someone barely capable of consenting. There are lines we do not cross in the club. Got it?”

he could hear the tone of my voice and that I wasn’t joking.

“Yeah prez, I got it. Won’t happen again.”

I flipped her into a safer position, tucking her in my arms and keeping her in the bridal form. Then I grabbed her bag and made my way towards the back door that led to the stairs. It was off-limits for people who didn’t work at the club. I took the stairs as quickly as I could without waking her, and then I went straight to the top floor where my apartment was. I moved her to my shoulder, unlocked the door, and stepped in.

I went for the couch where I placed her down, and then I shut the door and stripped out of my jacket. I have a million questions. This girl is velvet noir. I am one hundred percent sure that this is her. The woman who has been stuck in my head for far too long. This is unbelievable. I don’t even know what I’m gonna say when she wakes up.

Do I say hey? Hi? That’s so fucking awkward and I am not a teenager. This girl, she’s is just that, a girl. Twenty plus no doubt. Too young for me. We can’t really make a relationship work, and I don’t want a relationship. Geezus I am getting ahead of myself.

I don’t to date her. I’ve spent the past two months paying lots of money too. I think I’m her favorite. She always takes up my offers to wear something, and take photos for me. I have an alarming set of photos of her in several pieces of clothing. That’s how I know I’m not letting her go home.

Do I want to date her? Not in my life. I just came back from being aggressive towards people who owe me money. In my club, we have wars, shoot-outs, wolf-outs, shit that is too dangerous for a beautiful girl like her.

I shouldn’t be thinking about doing anything. I’ll just let her sleep, when she wakes up, I will send her home.

Instead of doing something to stay busy, I walked around the living room watching her. I didn’t stop to sit. To eat. To drink. To do anything. I’m not sure what I feared. That she might disappear if I looked away.

This is a woman I’ve watched play with herself, call me and a bunch of strange men masters. This woman is years younger than me, it feels wrong for me to be fantasizing about her. But if there is one thing about the beast that I am, is that I never let an opportunity slip from my fingers. She’s practically in my hands right now. It would be a shame if I didn’t take advantage of it.

She could be the distraction we need.

The alpha beast in me growls, and I snicker out loud. Just then a groan enters my ears. It’s been about two hours, she’s finally coming too.

I have to play this smart so she isn’t freaked out. 

Chapter Six: A Deal Worth Taking

＊✿❀LILA SORIN❀✿＊

God my head hurts. Is it the next day already? What the hell did I drink? I should crawl my way back to my apartment where I can do my job and then try to save more money to take care of my brother. Well, I can no longer take care of him. I'll just stay by his side until the very end. Then... then who knows. I don't want to think about that just yet.

I heard movement, which caused me to blink. Clearing the blurriness from my vision.

I sat up with a start, the couch beneath me unfamiliar and creaking as I shifted. My head throbbed, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The air smelled faintly of motor oil, leather, and smoke — sharp and gritty, the kind of scent that clung to a place and the people in it.

That’s when I saw him.

He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over a chest that looked like it could’ve been sculpted from stone, every inch of him radiating power. The dim light from a single bulb above cast shadows across his face, accentuating the hard lines of his jaw and the sharp cut of his cheekbones. Tattoos coiled down his thick arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of a black leather cut that rested perfectly on his broad shoulders. Even standing still, he exuded the kind of energy that made it impossible to look away.

He wasn’t just good-looking. He was dangerous. The kind of man who didn’t just walk into a room — he owned it, commanded it, like everything and everyone else were there on his terms. His piercing grey eyes locked onto me, and my breath caught in my throat. They weren’t just looking at me; they were dissecting me, peeling me apart piece by piece like he could see all the things I didn’t want anyone to see.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rush of heat pooling low in my stomach. “Hot” didn’t even begin to cover it. He was devastating, the kind of man who could ruin you with just a look — and he knew it.

He tilted his head slightly, the barest hint of curiosity flickering behind those eyes, but he didn’t move, didn’t speak. His silence only made him more intense, like he didn’t need words to fill the space between us. The room felt smaller with him in it, the weight of his presence pressing down on me.

I sat up slowly, my body tense, my heart hammering against my ribs. He shifted then, pushing off the wall, his boots heavy on the floor as he closed the distance between us. My pulse quickened, and I hated how aware I was of every step he took. He stopped just a few feet away, close enough that I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His lips quirked, just barely, into something that might’ve been a smirk.

“Sleep well, sweetheart?” His voice was low, gravelly, and rough in a way that made it impossible to tell if it was a challenge or a tease.

And just like that, I knew I was in trouble.

“I’m so sorry. Did... how did I? Did we...” I swallowed, unable to complete the question. Did I have sex with this stranger?

“No, we didn’t sleep together. I own the bar where you were getting faded. You shouldn’t go out dressed like that and drink at a biker bar. That is a bad recipe.”

Oh, that’s where this handsome man came from. “I’m sorry. I was having a shitty day. Since my brother’s about to die, I figured why not join him.”

He made a face. Like he was silently commanding me to go on. He stepped away from the wall, pulling a chair from the exposed kitchen counter and bringing it over to where I was seated on the couch. He’s a stranger, but I guess some of the booze is still in my blood because I started making confessions.

“It was one thing to lose my parents on the same day, it was another thing to be in a foster care system in a city designed for the rich and the beautiful, but losing my brother is the last straw. I barely went to high school. I didn’t go to college. I’ve never done anything for myself and now he’s sick and with the amount of cash that I need to save him, I cannot make it in the next week. He’s gonna die. I actually started stripping on camera even though I didn’t want to, all to make more money. It’s not enough. I give up. When he passes, I will throw myself off the roof of the hospital building.”

He nods, patiently listening to my ramble. Tears fill my eyes as I think about losing my only family. I can’t do it. I did not sacrifice my life and dignity just to lose him in the end.

“So how much do you need?”

I scoffed, then quickly apologized. “Sorry, but it’s alot of money. You might have to sell your bar. Your home, your life, and many more things to be able to help me. And why would you? I don’t know you. You don’t know me.”

He gave me a grin. The sexiest I’d ever let myself notice. This man reeked of danger, something in my gut was telling me to flee. But if he turns out to be a secret millionaire, I will do anything to get the money I need.

“How much?” He repeated the question.

“One million, five hundred and eighty dollars.”

“What are you willing to do to get it?”

“Just about anything. Anything in this damn world. To get that money and save my brother.”

“Alright. Let me tell you a secret.” he leaned closer, bringing one of his hands toward my knee. My pulse tensed.

“I know you. I’ve been watching your videos. Velvet.”

I gasped, placing my hands over my mouth. I didn’t need him to tell me exactly who he was. “You’re the prez. The guy who pays for me to wear things. You’re the less creepy one.”

He chuckles. “I will give you the money you need, and you will sign a contract under me.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not gonna-”

I stopped him before he could fully ask. “I will sell my soul, to keep my brother alive. I will do it. Do you want to sleep with me? I can’t promise I will be the best, but I will do anything you want.”

He shut his eyes. “You are a sweet girl. no.” when he opened them back, there was a sudden golden glow in the center. “I want to own you. For one year. My men have currently been hassling me to take a break and unwind. Fuck around. But I don’t trust people in my circle. Fucking around could have some disastrous consequences. I want one girl, who I can fuck. I don’t mind your cam show. In fact, I’d like to make a few changes. No one can make demands, they see what I want you to show them. I want your body, mind, and soul to be mine for one year. I will pay for your brother’s fees and any other bills in your life. And at the end of the year, you will walk out with three million in the bank. But you are never allowed to tell anyone anything you discover here. Or I’ll flay you.”

Fear. My throat constricted and I swallowed.

“Okay. We have a deal. But you give me the money for my brother's bills tonight.”

“Grab your things. We’re going for a drive.”

I nodded and turned to grab my bag. Someone without anything to lose would think about this. This man wants to own me, like I’m a property for one whole year. But he’d be paying for it. I don’t care about me. I just want to save my brother.

This stranger led me out of his apartment, and down back into the club. He had one hand on my back which he used to stir me towards the entrance. People avoided looking at him or bumping into us.

He radiated fear and authority.

Once outside, I realized I didn’t know his name. The bouncers were locked in a conversation, and when I spotted a long black slick motorcycle, I thought I might pass out there.

“Um, what’s your name?”

“I’m Knox. Knox Graves.”

I know that name. The leader of the Grave Riders. The man the city fears. The devil of Black River City. Oh crap.

He handed me a helmet, and I tried not to show how frightened I was. His reputation is devastating. But I have to do this.

I placed the helmet on, accepting my fate. I'm really doing this. For the next twelve months, my life and body won't be mine. I hope Damian never finds out about this. I want him to just live. To be able to go back to school, to see his friends, and have the life that I never could. That's all I want.