Alpha’s Virgin Stripper
Chapter 52

Zita stopped in front of the six-foot metal door. She placed her hand on the knob slowly, there was no way to know that no surprises awaited her behind the door. She tilted her head, left and right, just to make sure no one would see her step in. Jojo and Neil were not the only ones who could keep secrets, she could do it. And any weak link she found now would be used to drag Jojo straight into the mud, where she belonged.

The hinges of the door creaked as she opened it slowly. Zita popped her neck first, peeping into the room for any signs of danger. Fortunately, she found nothing to fear. She put her right foot into the room first, and the left followed shortly after. Once she was inside the room, her eyes did a swift sweep around it.

At that moment, she wanted to tear everything that the girl owned to shreds, but Zita was sensible enough to know that it would do nothing but attract attention to her, she was already in the Alpha's bad books, and she could not afford another mistake.

She took further steps into the room and continued to search keenly, searching for any extraordinary or abnormal thing Neil might have kept. But, what if he took something instead? Either way, whatever he was here for did not matter. She just had to replace something to incriminate the dainty bitch and throw her out of...

Wait. Perhaps, she spoke too soon.

Zita's oval orbs caught sight of a sealed envelope on the surface of the bedside drawer. Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she took slow and steady steps toward the piece of paper, watching it like an antsy predator. Once she was in front of the wooden furniture, her hands seized the piece of paper.

She ripped the envelope open and dug her fingers into it. The content of the envelope stared her back in the eyes. It was an invitation card, platinum gold. Platinum gold cards were only used for royal invitations. This card had to come from none other than the Alpha himself!

Zita stood there, indignant. Her teeth clasped against each other and she fought hard to stop herself from squeezing the sheet of paper in her hands. She wanted to think and believe she was overthinking things. It was probably just an invitation to perform at the ball. He must have dropped it in other rooms too. There was no way Jojo would have gotten an exclusive invitation to a party if Ashley and the others - including her - didn't.

Those were the thoughts she used to reassure herself, but she had to make sure they were not just assumptions, but facts.

With that, she hurried out of the room and closed the door behind her. The first stop was Ashley's room, she found nothing there. Zelda's room followed. Hadley and Brandy next, but none of their drawers contained the card she held in her hands.

Zita refused to believe the words her mind continued to scream at her. She refused to believe that Jojo, prude and ordinary Jojo, had gotten the Alpha's attention so easily when she had been trying for what seemed like forever.

She held both the invite and her heart in her hands as she opened the door of her room. She was too scared to look at her drawer, afraid that it would answer her questions. She found herself closing her eyes as she walked. When she finally stood in front of her drawer, she found... nothing.

Pain, like a sharp two-edged sword cut deep into her chest, piercing her heart. She clutched the collar of her dress and found herself staggering backward until her heel crashed against her wooden bedframe and she tumbled over, falling face flat on the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she squeezed the paper in her palm, before tearing it into shreds.

Screw that bitch!

She buried her face into her pillow and screamed as loud as she could. She allowed her tears to pour with her shrieked screams, she allowed the tears to wet her pillows.

Zita soon sniffed and sat up, seizing her tears. She wiped her eyes with the back of her palm. This was no time to shed tears, tears never solved anything. Her mother had taught her already. She stared down at the shredded pieces of paper, and a wry smile crept up to her cheeks, dissolving her lips into a thin line.

Jojo would not attend the invitation, and neither would she come anywhere close to the Alpha again, Zita was going to make sure of it.

Even if it required her to spill blood.

JOJO:

After the meeting with the girls, Brandy, Zelda, and Hadley decided to go out for lunch, but all I wanted to do was lay on my bed and have a good rest. The day was only halfway gone, and I was tired to my last bone.

I walked down the corridor, besides Ashley. The session with the girls had given me an insight into who they all were; it did feel good to get to know them on such a level. They only waved to me when they walked past me, as though they were scared of betraying their friend.

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"Do not tell the others I said this, but I am proud of what you did Jo. I mean, reporting the assault to the necessary authorities. Now, she would know to be more careful." Ashley stated. I could hear the pride and glee in her voice. But, did they think I had deliberately gone to report Zita to the alpha?

I narrowed my eyes at her.

Of course, they did! That would explain why they were all so mad at me. I wanted to tell her it had only been an accident, but that would involve me telling her the events that had led up to that very moment. I did not need to do that. I heaved a sigh as we approached the door of our rooms.

"I'm glad you think so, Ash. I was beginning to feel like the whole world was mad at me."

We stopped in front of my door, and she flashed me a bright smile.

"It is. But, do not deter, you'll get used to it." With that, she shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk to her room.

Immediately I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me, I decided to call the hospital. Yes, I know that I had only left there two days ago, but still, I had not been able to think straight. I needed to monitor her healing process and be sure the doctors knew what they were doing.

I picked up my phone from beneath my bag and put it on. Once it was on, I dialed the doctor's number - which I had subconsciously memorized, even without saving - it was answered after the first ring. "Doctor Stevenson here."

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My heart skipped for joy.

"Hello, doctor. This is Jojo Wyatt. I'm sure you remember..."

"Hello miss Jojo."

Of course, he remembered me.

"Yes, it's me. I just wanted to enquire about how far you have gone with the process. The new method you wanted to test, how's it going? It's been two days now and you said you'll reach out to us, but you..." "Easy miss Wyatt." He cut in. I could almost see him smile at the end of the line.

"The process has been a success. We were able to shock her heart, her pulse is back to life and her vitals, which are the brain and heart are beginning to respond to treatment. She is only yet to regain consciousness, but, I can boldly ask you to hope for the best."

It was only when he was done speaking, and I sniffed while putting my phone down, that I realized I had tears running freely down my cheeks.

My heart swelled with joy in my chest. This was too good to be true, but I could not wait to share it with Mel and Valerie.

I could not believe my ears. After all this while, there was finally hope.