Mine to Protect Chapter 31: BLACK DUNGEON

*Derek*

“Fuck me!” I say in disbelief.

“That’s exactly what everyone is thinking. I wouldn’t have thought she had it in her. Our Luna is a sexy little thing!” Damon says huskily. I can’t help growling at the way he’s talking about my mate. She is mine!

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I let damage control to you, you certainly don’t want to have videos of our Luna’s sexy dance running around the internet. I, on the other hand, am going to take care of this.” He says, pointing at his groin, where he’s sporting a huge hard on.

I growl at him in fury, ready to rip him to pieces. How dare he have this kind of dirty thoughts about my mate!

Alice grabs my arm to stop me.

“You can’t blame him, really. I am starting to reconsider my sexual inclination too, after this. I never thought a woman could turn me on.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“And by the way, Alpha, I think you should take care of that tent in your pants too, before someone sees you like this.” She says, pointing at my hardened cock, which is straining in my pants, before she disappears up the stairs.

Dammit! I need to take care of the videos first; the idea of someone jerking off watching the video of my mate sends me insane.

“Any video and photo taken during this class must be immediately deleted and cannot be shared with anyone. If anything leaks out, you will pay with your lives.” I thunder through the mind link. I don’t care if they find it extreme.

The lesson continues with Macy showing some moves on the pole, and the students trying to replicate it. Hazel goes around the classroom correcting their postures and showing the movement again for the students who have not mastered it.

She is a good teacher, patient, which is difficult to believe, seeing her usual bad temper, and effective. Maybe she is more at ease when she is in her element, she clearly enjoys dancing. Elizabeth did mention something about ballet lessons when she was younger, but I wonder if she knows about this pole dancing passion of hers, I am not sure she would be ok with this, especially Josh.

The lesson is finally over, and Hazel and Macy come out of the classroom after the students. Hazel is still wearing her sexy outfit, and images of her dancing replay in my head. She’s so damn sexy; I want to take her to the locker room and have my way with her until she can’t walk anymore.

I must look like a hungry wolf, because Macy can’t help smirking, while Hazel is full on blushing and looking at her feet. How can she be blushing? She is the one who was dancing like a professional stripper just two minutes ago, shaking her ass and spreading her legs for everyone to see. And now she is behaving like she is some naïve schoolgirl. She must have bipolar disorder. In fact, she did tell me that she had more sides to her personality, but I definitely was not expecting this!

“So, pole dancing?” I asked her, arching a brow.

She looks up through her long lashes, blushing even harder. “Yes, I told you I worked with Cindy at a club during college, that’s where I learnt.”

“What club is that?” I inquire, feeling suspicious. She did tell me she worked in a club, but not that she was pole dancing there. What other services was she providing? I feel my mouth go dry at the thought that my mate could be a hooker.

“The Black Dungeon.” She replies in a whisper, not meeting my eyes.

I feel color leave my face. The Black Dungeon is a well-known strip club, famous for its beautiful dancers and prostitutes.

I don’t know what to say and what to feel. I want to ask her if she worked there as a whore, but I don’t think I want to hear the answer, I wouldn’t be able to accept it. I feel nauseous all of a sudden, I need to get some fresh air, so I turn and start walking towards the stairs.

“That’s it?” Hazel asks me with irritation.

“What?” I reply with a voice so cold I can’t recognize as my own, without even turning around to look at her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I worked as stripper? If I let strangers stuff bills in my panties? If I had sex with hundreds of customers?”

She sounds angry and hurt, like she is the victim here, like she hasn’t just destroyed my heart into tiny pieces.

“No, you are not going to ask me, because you have already decided that I am a whore. Nice. Thank you for your time, Alpha. I will be at the gate in half an hour, please tell your guards to let me through.”

She says bitterly, before rushing to the locker room to change.

She can’t be serious; she drops a bomb like that on me and then she wants to leave without even explaining herself. Anger pulses through me like molten lava, I need to leave here before I end up hurting someone.

“Alpha, where are you going?” Macy calls behind me panicked. I don’t reply, just keep going, wanting to get out of here.

“Hazel did not work there as a whore, nor a stripper. She worked as a waiter and dancer. The poles were positioned on an elevated platform in the dance area, out of reach of anyone. That’s the only reason she agreed to that job. They paid good money, and she needed it for her studies. Don’t let a stupid misunderstanding break you apart.”

Macy says running behind me.

I stop when I am at the gymnasium entrance, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my heart; but I can’t understand why Hazel couldn’t just tell me the truth herself.

“Why didn’t she tell me this herself then? Why did she just stand there looking guilty?”

“I don’t think she was feeling guilty, more embarrassed and hurt at your reaction. You didn’t even give her the benefit of doubt.”

I know she is right, but seeing her dancing like that, and knowing where she has been working at, everything pointed to the worst-case scenario.

“I think you should go talk to her. She is probably crying her eyes out in the locker room right now. I am sorry, it is my fault, I asked her to dance in class, I thought it would help you two spark-up the flame, instead it backfired badly.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine really, I should have let her explain without bias. I’ll go talk to her.”

I start walking the way I came, when I see Hazel, already fully dressed, running up the stairs in the direction of the exit. Her eyes are all red, so I suppose Macy was right, she has been crying. I call her name and try to grab her when she meets me on the stairs, but she manages to avoid me, and keeps running up the staircase, like she hasn’t even seen me.

I call her again, but she pretends she hasn’t heard me. Dammit this woman!