1 CHAPTER 1 - TWO LIVES

CHAPTER 1 – TWO LIVES

Hong Kong. Friday at midnight. The club was very crowded. Music echoed all over the place, rumbling the walls up backstage where some dancers were finishing their touch-ups before going on stage. The atmosphere was hot and heavy. The hormones mixing in the air, creating the perfect combination to improve the mood of the sizzling show that was happening. Two omegas, dressed in light clothes, were rubbing each other's bodies provocatively, shaking their hips to the rhythm of a song that, just by listening to it, could raise anyone’s libido.

The night was young and apparently funny, although not for everybody.

“How many times have I said that you must listen to me?” fuming, the owner of the joint (a beta, medium height, brown hair and dark eyes) was chasing down the narrow corridors at the back of the club the omega that, for him, was the most stubborn and undisciplined omega he had dealt with in all of his business life. The omega that brought him down the path of bitterness was Huang Shen; redhaired, dark brown eyes and features as sharp as cute at the same time, just like most of his kind. Said ginger was ignoring the willpower of turning around and punching his boss in his face for forcing him to do something he hated, once again.

“Dammit, Huang Shen! Look at me when I talk to you!” he grabbed the slippery boy to force him to turn around.

“What the hell do you want!? I’ve already said I won’t do it!” the grumpy brunet, slightly taller than the omega, sighed heavily and put his fingers on his temples to massaged them. Like he could dissipate the headache that Shen always caused to him. The stupid stubbornness of the redhead made him lose his patience and nerves completely.

“I remind you that I am your boss, and if I say that you have to do something you must do it, ok? AT LEAST IF YOU DON’T WANT ME TO KICK YOU OUT, UNDERSTOOD?” the taller’s voice kept rising while the anger filled his body. He couldn’t avoid yelling at him. He didn’t usually yell at his workers, but Huang Shen had a special power to put him on the limit. The reason why he kept the omega was the money, because for some reason, a very big amount of alphas adored him, in his twisted and possessive way, but they adored him. Although that didn’t remove the terrible headaches he had while having to go after him to make him do his part of the job.

He had never seen such a rebel omega like him. Maybe that was why he was so demanded by the clients of the club. Maybe he transmitted that rebellion. Maybe he looked savage. Maybe his hair colour helped. Who knew?

The redhead clenched his fists tightly to control his anger and not destroy his boss’s face by punching him. Why did he have to obey that asshole? He hated with his whole body working there, the fact that he has to dance half-naked in front of a depraved audience and feeling how their f*cking hormones going crazy. That might be satisfying for some of his coworkers, but it was disgusting for him.

And the worst part?

Now he had to leave the stage, go near the audience and let himself be groped, as if he wasn’t feeling nauseous enough every time he had to get rid of the drunk’s hands every time he left that damn strip bar where he, unfortunately, ended up working.

F*ck, he really hated it… he craved leaving the place and look for something better, but the money wasn’t an unlimited resource in his life and the city didn’t offer the best opportunities to people like him. He was desperate, and it sucked.

“Damn it!” he screamed frustrated before turning on his heels and walking to the shared dressing room where all the dancers changed their clothes and put on make-up. “F*CK YOU, WANG!”

Wang watched as he walked away, arms crossed, sighing tired when he disappeared. That brat… he couldn’t bear with him, controlling him was a living hell.

“Don’t take too long!” he shouted at him, knowing that he could still hear him. Then, he let the music to fill his ears once again.

When he arrived with the rest of the omegas, Huang Shen clenched his fist with anger and hit the table, making the make-up and other of his coworker’s accessories jump from the table. That caught the attention of the other omegas, who looked at him with disdain. Good, they could look at him however they wanted, he never had a good relationship with any of them anyway. He was pretty sure most of them hated him because of his moody behaviour, but he didn’t care.

Fuming, he reached the closest clothing hanger and grabbed the most appropriate trousers and shirt for the song he had to dance to with the back luck that, when he turned around, he dragged one of the suppressor jars with the cloth and all the pills spread on the floor. The pills that his boss always kindly offered to buy to regulate his worker’s heat, and probably the only nice thing he had done for him.

“Oh, sh*t” he kneeled to pick them up and put them again in the jar, closing the lid with effort so it wouldn’t fall again. He stood up, going to the bathroom to get dressed. The others usually changed their clothes in the dressing room, in front of everyone, but Huang Shen preferred changing in private, even though he had been working there for four years.

He locked himself in the bathroom, taking off his clothes quickly and staying completely naked in front of the mirror. He looked at himself for several seconds, analyzing his shape. He didn’t have a bad figure, he was skinny but not too much, as some muscles could be seen slightly. He turned around and watched his side profile, focusing on his legs and bump. Maybe they weren’t as generous as the other omega’s, but he couldn’t complain, because thanks to the exercise that had to do for the dances and the pol, they looked toned. Actually, what on earth was he doing looking at his own body? He had other problems to deal with more important than his body…

He grabbed the underwear between his fingers; a tight and almost nonexistent piece of cloth, that barely covered anything and seemed like it could break just by looking at it. He pulled a face at it when he wore it. It was very uncomfortable.

Well, whatever. The sooner he finished the better.

He put on quickly the rest of his outfit; some black thighs and over them some light trousers that reached his ankles, marking his whole body shape. Then, he put on the baggy shirt which had the same colour as the trousers, and to finish, some dark heels that matched the thighs. Simple and even stylish clothes that hide sin under them.

All he needed then was some make-up, so he left the bathroom confidently and grabbed the first black eyeliner he found, drawing with the precision he had developed with years of experience a line in his eyelids.

Ready. The only thing left to do was go on stage and swallow his pride one more night.

***

Hong Kong. Friday midnight. The city streets were crowded with citizens looking to spend a good evening with family, friends, or any form of pleasure. With a soft rattle, a dark Maserati with tinted windows was driving through these streets, clearly attracting people's attention. Inside it, a man with dark hair and cold grey eyes watched the buildings go by with indifference.

That man was Xiè Qiang, 24 years old and the youngest of the Xiè siblings. The Alpha and leader of one of the most important criminal organizations in China and some other places in the world.

Despite his young age, some signs of maturity could be glanced in his sharp face. The dark shadow under his eyes hinted he may be having some trouble sleeping lately.

How could someone not have them when all the heavyweight of a powerful family rests mostly on your tired shoulders?

Xiè Qiang was sick and tired of everything. He was fed up with the only lifestyle he had ever known, of all the illegal matters he did not want but that, unfortunately, he was assigned to by birthright. he loathed that way of living and he hated himself for all his actions and knowing his damned life would always revolver around disgrace and misery left a bitter taste that he always tried to run from.

“Mr Xiè, are you okay?” asked his worried chauffeur, an old man, when he noticed through the rearview mirror the discomfort of his boss.

“Yes, perfectly” answered carelessly, giving him a fake smile that he was used to putting on.

Luckily for him, the driver didn't talk to him again and he went back to submerge himself on the deepest of the disgusting thoughts that consumed him day after day since his early teen days, drowning him in a pool of desperation.

F*ck.

He needed some relief again today, to leave his mind blank for some hours, and he knew the perfect way for it.

He looked through the window, now with interest, looking for some neon sign that could give him the rush of endorphins he needed, and as if destiny had intervened, there it was right in front of him.

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said stop the car, I´m getting off here.”

The chauffeur frowned bewildered. He was not sure about what he was asking for, that place was not trustworthy to him; it was dark and the people who frequented it did not seem to do clean business.

“But Sir…”

He was about to complain when he was cut off abruptly.

“Stop.”

“Okay then…”

Without complaining more, the man pushed slowly the brake, stopping the vehicle to a side of the road. Qiang left the car and closed the door, not without saying goodbye and wishing his chauffeur a good night, just for courtesy.

Just some meters before they had left a club with the words “Strip Club” that lit up the entrance. He went back on his steps until he was met face to face with the entrance, noticing that the club was not really fancy, but he was not expecting less taking into account the kind of place he was at. Anyways, it didn't look that bad, not at least compared to the others that surrounded it.

Whatever, the alpha did not mind it at all. He was not always willing to go to luxury hostesses, sometimes he wanted a bit of variety, and there were different kinds of omegas on display. Just what he needed now.

He approached the door and greeted the guard that kept it, who after greeting him back, proceeded to let him in.

As soon as he entered, the scent of alpha hormones and sweat seeped through his nostrils at once, making his face wrinkle. "How disgusting" is the only thing he is capable of thinking at first, before noticing several glances from those subjects who had turned to see him with scorn, and he knows precisely the reason why they do it: his clothes. No one in that stinky place would think of wearing a suit.

Well, he didn't care, he just completely ignored those furtive glances and walked over to the bar to order a drink, where a young beta, maybe a couple of years younger, served him kindly with a smile on her face. The girl wasn't wearing much clothing, just a tight dark outfit that hugged every curve of her moulded body perfectly. Qiang couldn't help but notice her pretty figure, praising her inwardly as he watched her prepare his drink. He generally preferred omegas over betas, but he couldn't deny his taste for them, whether male or female, although sexual encounters with their kind were much more limited.

"Thank you" Xiè said with a mischievous smile on his face, the same one he used every time someone attracted him, and the girl returned it with some self-assurance.

Now drink in hand, he pushed his way through the crowd to the front row, taking a seat in the only empty chair he could find. At last, he could enjoy the show, and what he saw on the stage made him smile: a really attractive and with few clothes boy was shaking his hips provocatively, attracting the attention of all the alphas who were watching him, almost drooling, daring to shout true obscenities.

“Hey, blondie! Bring your as* here! I'm going to make you scream like the b*tch that you are!”

“I'm going to put it in you so deep that it's going to come out of your mouth!”

Xiè Qiang couldn't help but frown. He had heard many vulgar comments throughout his life, he had even used them sometimes, but those undoubtedly took the prize for rudeness.

The boy in question ignored the comments and continued dancing, moving his hips in suggestive circles that again captured the dark-haired full attention, blowing his mind as he imagined how good it would feel to be inside that omega and enjoy with his own flesh those lustful movements.

Oh yeah, he had just arrived, but he had already decided, he would wait for a couple more dancers, although he would spend the night with that hot omega.

Unfortunately, his performance was over and as he watched him disappear amid multiple obscene screams and cheers, he promised to go find him in a while. He couldn't let something like that go by that easily.

He finished his drink and took the waiter's arm when he saw him pass by, who was walking around dressed in nothing more than fake leather boxers and a fishnet t-shirt. He asked for a couple more drinks and the boy nodded kindly to then disappear, returning a few minutes later with the drinks he asked for. Qiang pulled out a large bill and stuffed it into the waiter's underwear, winking at him and nattily muttering to him "Keep the change," accompanied by a mischievous smile.

That made the boy blush violently, who shily thanked him before leaving. His reaction made the brunette's ego swell, after all, it was not surprising that the boy behaved that way in front of him: he was rich, handsome, had a good body and had developed the perfect gifts to conquer people... Although perhaps his appearance was the only thing that worked in his favour.

***

Huang Shen was so upset. Backstage, as he waited for his turn to leave, he listened with real disgust to the screaming and obscene comments his partner was receiving, and it made him sick. He clenched his fists with rage. His insides burned just imagining that in a few seconds it would be him who would receive all that kind of insults, another one endless night

The moment the blond left the stage, he passed in front of Huang Shen telling him that it was his turn. He sighed deeply to calm himself before leaving and advanced with a determined walk to the stage, being greeted with whistles and shouts of drunks that perfectly accompanied the hot and pheromone full atmosphere that was taking place. God it was disgusting, and Shen did not attempt to hide his displeasure at any point, although it wasn't like those alphas were paying any real attention to his face...

The stage was gloomy, and the music soon played, soft at first, accompanied by slight movements and flashes of light towards the figure of the redhead. When the lyrics begin, all the lights are turned on, illuminating the omega into perfection.

Shen was trying to keep up the rhythm as best as he could, and he certainly wasn't bad at all. His body moved slowly and was loaded with a sensuality that he had never imagined possessing, so the obscene comments that irritated him so much were soon to start, pissing him off even more.

Ignore them.

He repeated in his head over and over again as his long fingers slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, always at sync with the music and making sure to caress his skin as the fabric gently parted, exposing his chest and abdomen. As always, the audience projected their pheromones with violence towards him as he revealed more and more skin, seeking to attract him out of sheer instinct, but he was more than used to and none of that could affect him ... or at least that's what he thought because something in the environment was different, heavier.

Whatever that was, it smelled too good, so good that his legs had started to shake.

Sh*t ... what?

He did not understand what was happening, or why his body was reacting that way, but he should not stop what he was doing. He just chose to ignore that strange scent and keep on dancing.

Shen turned on his heel until he turned his back to the public and he slightly opened his legs. His fingers were leading to the jeans waistband, hooking them and pulling him down, slowly, rolling his hips and filling the moment with more eroticism than there already were. At the end, leaving only his tight underwear which almost left nothing to imagine.

In synch with the melody, the omega let himself fall to the ground until he was supported by his hands and knees, offering to those present a very lewd view. Great, now the trully inappropriate “compliments” were coming along.

“Redhead b*tch, you made me hard!”

“Take out your thong and show us everything!”

“Come down and ride a good c*ck!”

However, the red head ignored them, there was something that had him more worried; that smell… the pressure his body was feeling without apparently any reason, now became more weighed down and it was impossible to ignore.

Where the hell was this smell coming from?

He wanted to find out, but he couldn’t simply stop, so overall, he kept moving his body in a vulgar way, opening and closing his legs for outer delight, until the song changed and so did his position. Shen rolled over himself and then he stood up, to the crowd. Now… he had to fulfill what his boss ordered.

He had to come down from the stage and interact with those perverts, rub against them to earn more money and repercussions, or something like that was told…

He went down from the stage with a graceful move and approached quickly to the closest alpha and sat on his lap. He leaned his arms on the man’s shoulders and with great skill he swung his hips, pressing against the not quite slight erection of his, who didn’t seem to stop growling and didn’t have the slightest qualm squeezing the red head’s butt as he pleased.

Huang Shen clenched his teeth in order not to punch him, instead, he stood up from his lap, leaving him with blue balls. The man begged him to come back, but he ignored his complaints and got away. He took a glance of his surroundings, scanning the environment, and he soon sensed a new alfa. This one didn’t seem as aggressive as the rest, or at least that was what he thought when he got close to dance in front of him, so at the end the guy grabbed him by his waist in order to turn him around and made him sit on his lap, lifting and retracting his hips in an attempt of imitating penetrations, always laughing.

The redhead blushed of anger and humiliation, and he shook violently in the man’s arms in order to free from his grip, who with his reflex overshadowed by alcohol, it ended by losing his arms’ strength and letting him escape. Sh*t, how he wanted to punch that drunk son of a b*tch, he would have beat his f*cking face if it were not for the

job, so he had to be content with offering him the purest hate gesture before leaving.

It was sickening. He was disgusted with himself. And he had to keep wiggling his body in front of that pack of perverts, strolling provocatively in search of a new client.

One more. Just one more. Hold on.

He scanned the whole place, beyond the first line. He no longer minded getting out of his comfort zone and walk through the lines if that meant avoiding those kinds of people. Nevertheless, he didn’t have any more time searching for someone else, cause in a matter of seconds he ran into someone who caught his attention strongly: a pair of grey eyes that looked at him surprised and confused but also full of desire and fierceness which went straight through his heart.

Yes, it was him… where the scent was coming from… and it was delicious.

A strong electric shock passed through the red head’s body from top to bottom and his body burst with painful flames. He suppressed a gasp of surprise and felt his heart shrink for a few seconds and then, to start beating with a renewed energy.

What the f*ck was going on?

Who was this guy and why he felt this way?

Something in him, he didn’t know what was it, but it attracted him dangerously, so much that his legs started to shake without control, threatening him of letting him fall.

Oh, no, f*ck.

By any chance he was his…?

No. No. No. It can’t be true. That was bad, that was very bad.

Move, Huang Shen. Get out. Run!

His mind was screaming in his last moments of clarity, before that hot and painful storm took possession of his last bit of will. He wanted to get close to the stranger, fall in front of his imposing figure and rub against him in a desperate way of calling to his instincts. God, he wanted it above anything. He could feel the wetness between his legs and how it was slowly slipping off through them. And between that hormonal sea, he was afraid of what could have happened and he knew that was the moment to run away.



He ran. He hardly went up on stage and quickly disappeared from there, leaving the grey eyed guy very lost and with a clear erection between his legs.