Alpha King's Secret Luna

In the bustling but chaotic night scene of the city, Silver Risque Club was like a shining pearl, attracting countless restless hearts. The laughter and music here combine into a dizzying melody that hides the bitterness and loneliness deep in people's hearts. When Richard Howard walked into the strip club, it was midnight, and the lights cast mottled shadows on him, just like his mood - gloomy.

His tall stature and broad shoulders make Richard stand out from the crowd. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes that glowed with tiredness and anger. His body still felt the inhuman exhaustion, and he chose this noisy place to anesthetize himself.

Faced with the marriage imposed on him by the family to Beatrice Cavendish, the potential traitors within the clan, the threat of external enemies, and the fact that he had just fought with vampires, he just wanted to drink to relieve his sorrow.

After sitting down at the corner booth, Richard ordered a glass of spirits, as if hoping to temporarily escape the shackles of reality with the help of alcohol. However, his eyes were quickly drawn to a waitress.

Martina Fitzwilliam was slender, her blue eyes were as clear as the ocean, and her brown hair hung down softly, all of which made Richard feel a strange attraction. Despite the noisy and chaotic environment around her, Martina exudes a calm temperament.

A month ago, she became a waitress at the club for a living, always insisting on not being a stripper, a choice that made her look a little different among her colleagues. However, even with her steadfast choice, she was still facing harassment and oil from those nasty customers, and tonight was no exception.

"Sweetheart, you are so beautiful tonight!"

"She’s obviously beautiful every night! Ha-ha! Of course, if you can perform with those girls on stage, you will definitely look even more beautiful!"

"When will you clock out, Martina? We can go to my house! Or yours!"

Martina was used to dealing with these lewd words. If they didn't go too far and groped her, she would just ignore them.

The biggest thing that made her head big was that club owner Bernard was also among them. And Bernard's harassment hadn't stopped a day since she was hired here.

"Hi Martina," Bernard approached her, his voice low and rough, "I think you'll send me something special tonight."

Martina frowned slightly and refused, "Bernard, I have already said that I only concentrate on being a waiter, not a stripper, and nothing else."

"Oh? But you know, being my woman is much easier than this kind of work, at least you can move out of that broken place and sleep on a better mattress. I can still take my car to and from work. This is a condition that those strippers can't ask for. Bernard's words were provocative and threatening, making Martina's face uneasy.

Richard noticed her slightly trembling shoulders, and there was a hint of sympathy in his heart, but he was also secretly angry. Although he was drunk and hazy at the moment, he stood up suddenly, walked towards the two of them, and simply interrupted their conversation. "Let her go!"

Bernard turned and stared at the fearless man, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth. "Who are you? So brave? Did you know that this is my turf and I'm talking to my employees! He looked at Richard with a sly look.

"I have nothing to do with you, but I warn you not to harass her again. Even if she is your employee, she has her own dignity and pride. Every penny she earns is earned, not by selling her body and soul. Richard's voice was low, with a long-suppressed anger.