Chapter 11: Strip

Moon’s eyes fluttered; he didn’t know if he should be happy or upset.

At this moment, the bar door banged open with the heavy thud of an iron boot.

After a series of crackling metallic sounds, a big, muscular man entered with an absolutely authoritative power that screamed, "Don’t mess with me."

His silver hair slicked back in a poised manner, grey eyes gave a distant feeling, but what was dreadful was not his eyes or hair—it was the long machete dangling from his waist.

The room fell silent at once.

The so-called "BOSS" flinched for a moment but instantly straightened up.

He puffed his chest up and declared, "Alpha’s reward is for all; whoever comes to disrupt is going against him."

Axe didn’t even look at the man as he stepped onto the stairs.

"Oi, I am talking to you. Ever heard of the manner first come, first served?"

The boss shouted, blocking the path.

Axe looked at the big man trying to stop him. His thin smile sent a chill down the man’s back.

"Oho, mate. My mistake! You were first na?" Axe took a step back.

The man was a little happy, but before he could even lift his lips, his world turned upside-down.

Axe gripped his nape with a crude, hard hand, and in a swift motion, he shoved the boss headfirst onto the stairs.

His other hand effortlessly yanked the boss’s waistband high and pulled the pants down.

The room was once again filled with uproar, guttural laughter, heavy thudding on the tables, and cheers for Axe.

"Uhuuuuu... hack it!"

Someone stood on the table and slapped his thigh excitedly, "Yo Yo Boss’s Ass gonna pop."

Axe gave a heavy slap on that fat, tanned ass with his machete. If it were not covered with thick leather, his ass would have been cut in two already.

"Ugh!" The man jolted forward,

"G.G..G...G...G...o.. Let go."

He uttered in horror as his face was still upside-down.

Axe snarled, "What are you saying? I can’t hear you! First come, first served. I am giving you a top bitch’s service. Aren’t you happy?"

His grip on the nape became too tight, the boss’s face turned red from suffocation.

Then Axe casually turned the machete and shoved its hilt in the boss’s ass.

SQUELCH

"UGGGGH"

The masses almost held their breath with their hands on their asses.

Mouths agape, faces crunching like they were in pain.

Axe jerked the boss’s nape before letting go. He dusted off his hands and kicked him to the side to go up.

"The machete is your reward. Keep it, you may need it later." He sneered as he went up.

Totally ignoring that the mass he left behind was going to be crazy.

"How does it feel, boss?"

"Tch! Such an expensive chick you got."

"Is this machete a hundred <anno data-annotation-id="500522cf-d182-5dee-a9ec-2558c347045a" data-title="siki">siki¹</anno>?"

"Tsk tsk, a hundred siki gone with his poop."

....

Moon couldn’t hear anymore as the harsh scraping of boots on splintered floorboards was growing louder and nearer.

He stood up slowly. A playful smile flashed on his face just for a second before calming down.

The door banged open as Axe entered. His eyes landed on Moon’s dress squarely as he whistled.

Axe slowly walked around Moon to savour the new maid’s dress before stepping in front of him.

"Cough! Cough!"

He tried to pretend to be a gentleman, but Moon snapped at him, "Speak."

Axe stopped his extra act and looked straight at Moon.

"Strip."

"What?" Moon knitted his brows, "Don’t joke around."

"You asked me to speak, so I spoke, now you are saying it’s a joke."

Axe leaned forward, his finger tracing Moon’s face slowly.

"My wife is so hard to please!"

"Who is your wife? A bunch of losers still dare to claim a wife?"

Moon’s voice filled with mockery as he slapped his hand away.

"You are our mate, whether you like it or not," Axe said in great confidence.

"Now, strip, or do you want me to do it?" Axe’s voice became impatient.

"Why would I strip?"

Moon took a step back as Axe stepped forward until Moon hit the wall.

Axe’s face hovered above Moon as he exhaled the scent. "You smell good; I want a bite."

"Fuck off." Moon hissed, genuinely angry now.

Axe chuckled, and with a sudden tug, he tore down Moon’s shirt. As he stepped back, he saw a red wound glaring from his tug.

A flicker of uneasiness flashed through his eyes, but vanished before Moon could see it.

Moon hissed in pain as he touched his scratch.

Just then, the pointy-mustache man ran inside. He was trembling.

"Ah, Sire..."

He slapped his own face, then started again,

"Ah mate, you see, it’s the Alpha’s order to keep him in maid dress, we... we can’t just change it."

Axe didn’t give the man any heed; he took out a cloth bundle from a clean hide bag behind him.

Only now did Moon discover that Axe was carrying a bag.

He pulled out a crude tunic and trousers and threw them to Moon.

Then turned to the man with a pointy mustache, "Look, he had to serve so many beastly half-wolves here; how could a dress be intact? It was shredded by just one tug from a wolf. Is it so hard to explain?"

Axe’s voice was gentle. So gentle that when he took a step to the pointy mustache, the man shivered and almost fell.

"Hmm? Is it that hard to explain to the guard? Vadira?" ℴ

He asked again.

"No, no, no... what’s there to explain? It’s only right that the dress is gone..."

Saying that, he hurriedly scrambled away.

Moon watched the man go, then looked at Axe, "Aren’t you going out?"

Axe smirked, "Your husband took an ass of pain to find you something decent to wear, you want to send him out right away?"

He sat down on the hide pallet.

"I didn’t ask you to give it to me, though," Moon mumbled as he checked the tunic.

It was a coarse cloth, clearly very cheap, dark, and simple.

Only a silver-embroidered "LUNAR" on the chest displayed the childish arrogance of his five mates.

"Such a cliché thing to do." He muttered.

Axe watched as Moon checked the tunic, rubbing the embroidery with furrowed brows, yet his lips curved up as he tried to put the cloth on and opened the skir...

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