The Alpha’s Courting - Season 1 Episode 19

Antonia Traver’s POV

“12 thousand? Are you sure someone dressed in rags like you can afford that amount of money?” one of the wealthy women started voicing her doubts at me.

My lie was almost exposed when she rubbed salt on my wound, but I quickly collected myself and replied, “I saved up for a long time. I took my one year’s worth of salary just to spend a night with the King of the Male Escorts!”

“You only make 12 thousand a year?” The women didn’t hold back as they made fun of me. “Aren’t you embarra*sed about coming for escorts when you are penniless?”

“So what? Anyhow, he is mine for the night.” I copped a feel of the male escort’s strapping chest to incite the women. Just look at his body. 12 thousand? I would even pay 120 thousand for him!”

Hearing that, the three women turned to look at his body again. They were salivating at this point.

The man immediately glared at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I didn’t have the courage to look into his eyes as panic consumed me, but I finally decided to risk it all for the money.

“So be it!” One of the rich women wrote a check and threw it at me. “You can go now!”

That is 10 times more than his initial price.” Another rich woman sneered, “I wonder how long it will take a girlie like you who lives at the bottom to make 120 thousand. You have made a fortune tonight, so get

out.

“Yes, yes. Take the money on the table as well. I want you out of here immediately after that.”

I could tell from the way they were urgently kicking me out that they wanted me out of their way.

After making sure there was nothing wrong with the check, I swiftly kept the piece of paper.

I then opened my bag and practically stuffed the money on the table into it.

My attitude after I took the money was more courteous than ever. “I am out of your hair!” I cheered. “Have fun, ladies!”

I was just about to stand up and leave when someone pulled the back of my shirt. I turned around to see who was it, and it turned out to be the male escort.

He had a frown on his face when he glowered at me. “You are dead meat if you leave!” he hissed.

Only wanting to leave with the money, I apathetically brushed him off. “Be a good boy and work hard! I will buy you more supplements tomorrow.”

After saying that, I tore his hand off me, and with my bag full of loot, hopped off without sparing him another glance.

Elijah Stone’s POV

I was in a sh*tty mood. These three unsightly fatsos had stomped their way in right when Antonia and 1 were about to make love.

Antonia, on the other hand, had ‘sold’ me off to these fatsos for that meager amount of money,

I was disgusted when the women leered at me with their perverted eyes.

After all, werewolves, who prioritized loyalty, only had one partner they stayed together with for life. That was the reason why I had never done the deed with other women, or even gotten close to women who weren’t Antonia.

Of course, these three ugly women before me were even more impossible. I didn’t even want to look at them.

Darn it, Antonia! I promised myself I would punish her for treating me this way.

“King of the Male Escorts, huh? Here comes mama! Muahaha!”

They proceeded to throw themselves on me.

I looked directly at them as I let out an invisible pressure, and in an instant, they fell heavily to the ground and pa*sed out.

This was my power. As Dolph was the most powerful werewolf, and I the Alpha of the Dark Shadows, my human body was a hundred times stronger than other werewolves.

That was why I didn’t even need to use the wolf’s power to easily subdue normal human beings.

My bodyguards pushed the door open and came in then. “Are you alright, Mr. Stone?”

I merely waved a hand and ordered them to get rid of the three women.

I then left the private room by walking on the coffee table because I absolutely refused to let the bottom of my shoes touch the women.

Antonia Traver’s POV

I was elated when I left Twilight Bar. After all, I had earned more than 120 thousand in the blink of an eye!

Tightly hugging onto my money-filled bag, I took a cab to happily go home.

However, I suddenly began to feel guilty as I was watching the pa*sing scenery outside the car window.

The three wealthy women were obese. With their combined weights that could easily hit 700 pounds, I couldn’t help but worry about whether or not the escort could take it.

A shudder even ran through me when I imagined them hurling themselves at him at the same time.

Godd mn! That is a scary thought!

Still, my conscience prompted me to send him a message on WhatsApp. You good?”

When I didn’t get a reply, I sent another one. ‘Run if you really can’t take it. Don’t just st pidly put up with

it

I still didn’t get a reply from him. He didn’t even answer my call. At that point, I was feeling even more anxious than before.

Something could have happened to him. But of course, he could merely be fulfilling his duties…

For some reason, I felt a teeny bit upset when I imagined him being forced to go to bed with the three chubby women.

After all, he was my first and only man who I made love with. It was way too pitiful to see his situation

now.

However, he was a male escort. It was his job to serve his customers, and I happened to witness it myself today. Serving rich women was also what he did during the times I wasn’t there.

Finally, I decided to just keep that unnecessary sympathy I had for him, and be a qualified creditor.