“Probably we can spend some time alone,” he murmured, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming under the dim lights. “And I’ll make it worth your while. Something tangible. Something you’ll feel.”
Diva didn’t even glance at him. She kept her gaze fixed on Emma, who was still unconscious in the back room. The insult burned on Zach’s tongue. Not many dared to ignore him, especially not a woman ... let alone one he suspected was a runaway Alpha’s daughter.
His jaw flexed. He turned sharply toward the DJ booth and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the music cut off, lights dimmed, and his Beta’s voice echoed through the mic:
“Club’s closed. Get the f**k out!”
Booing, groaning, and drunken protests followed, but no one dared challenge Zach’s command. Within minutes, the strippers scattered, bouncer
