ALEXANDERCall me stupid.No, don't. That was a statement to justify my next set of actions and it might really be stupid. My conversation with Alaina earlier had left a bitter taste in the back of my throat because I'd never once thought she saw me as that much of a disturbance, well until she said so.And now, my keys circled my fingers as I walked through the corridors and stood by her door, contemplating what to do to make it better or worse. Her little interaction with Damon had set my soul on fire and it killed me inside.First, Logan?Now, Damon? Wouldn't they leave a beautiful woman be? I needed to change her perspective of me and there was no better way to do it. Everything she'd said was right.Alaina's mother, before she passed away, was my mother's maid, and it was generational, seeing as her family was the lowest of the hierarchy. Alaina was able to break free, thanks to civilization and the useless man she married. If she hadn't, I would have done something about it.A
ALAINA“My boss will kill me!” The only words I could utter in the past thirty minutes that I'd been stuck in traffic. After last night, I figured I'd give a chance for a new page with Alpha Alexander, whatever this relationship was turning out to be.But that wouldn't work if I was this tardy! I groaned inwardly as I looked out the window and tension pricked my skin. The worry might kill me and the vehicle had become a hot mess despite the functioning air conditioner.It was appalling and I'd carry the entire vehicle on my shoulders if I could. I continued to tap my feet rhythmically. The driver didn't seem nearly as bothered as I was and it just angered me more.Not because he wasn't feeling as tense as I was, his relaxation just seemed so off and it struck a nerve. He was enjoying the rock band playing on the radio. I, on the other hand, termed it as noise pollution.Everything was noise pollution. Why was the road so congested! What the hell was happening? “Is something going on
ALAINAWas he kidding me right now? My hands trembled as I held the card. This wasn't the kind of image I wanted to put out there. I should be able to hold it together even when I was being tested like this.I looked up at him slowly as I dropped the envelope back to the table. His expression was serious and he stared at me intently.This was no prank. He meant it with every fiber of his being. He wanted me to go to the wedding. Logan's wedding. My ex-husband's wedding? How much more ridiculous could this get? “I don't understand…” I stated, holding his gaze. Alpha Alexander didn't look away.I didn't know what angered me more. Just yesterday he'd apologized for being a goddamn son of a bitch, just to reenact a new streak today? And it was even worse that I believed his half-assed apology and accepted it. Anger burned inside and I stood still, “You want me to attend this wedding with you? For what reason?” I tried to find a cool in my voice as I asked, not wanting to seem too harsh
ALAINABad decisions 101. I shifted in my chair, knowing that I got Damon's full attention. I shouldn't be doing this, but I could deny that I was infected by Alexander's tactics.He had poisoned my mind and all the parts of me that I thought had made peace with all Logan did to me seemed to fight for attention. I was still hurt by it, though I was over him.Now here I was, childishly asking an acquaintance for the right step to take. Damon's eyes were fixed on mine and I didn't know the right way to table the question. “So, do you believe in revenge and stuff?” I asked coyly, fiddling my hair. “Do you believe in…you know those petty things that people do to get revenge when they're hurt, like ruining a birthday party on purpose?”Damon's lips spread into a smile and he nodded slowly, probably trying to understand my ramblings. I felt like a child all over again and couldn't help but laugh too. “I love those in movies, but we're talking about reality here, right?”I pursed my lips an
ALAINAWow.The valet could see the shock on my face either way. I wasn't expecting this so thr right way to respond to it didn't occur to me yet.What was he planning? What was inside that bag? The only thing that stuck to my mind like glue until Lorraine appeared behind me. “Is everything okay?” She asked as she peeked.Okay? Everything was far from okay. There was no correct answer to that so I just faced her with my confused expression, hoping she could read it herself. She looked at me, then at the valet who now seemed to be questioning his purpose here.“Pardon my intrusion,” He said in a small voice. “This package is meant for Miss Alaina. Which of you identify as her? The Alpha will hate something going wrong with the delivery.”I was still starstruck, while Lorraine on the other hand, gasped. “Oh my god! This is what he meant!” She pushed past me and went to the valet.I was still in the middle of deciding whether or not I wanted anything to do with this package. There shoul
ALAINA What am I doing? Wasn't it too late for that question? I swallowed hard as I held his gaze. Lorraine would mock me if she heard that I'd made this decision to go by myself and I wouldn't do it without her. He cocked his head to the side, obviously enjoying my shock and everything. It felt like a switch was clicked in my head and my determination had burned down a little. Just a little. I still hated every sight of Logan and Esmeralda that there was, but did he really want to do this to his sister? That was another big question worth considering. “Oh…” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Yes, uhm, thank you so much. Uh, how?” “You can come home in,’’ he added, with a cock of his brow. Come in? My blood went cold. The only time I'd be going in there was if I was kidnapped. Even alcohol wouldn't make me do it. Never again. I didn't know whether he properly read my expression, but he started to laugh. A deep, sardonic laughter grated my nerves and I reminded myself that
ALEXANDERI didn't think a woman could ever awe me, not up to this point until the door opened and my eyes hit a kind of brightness it hadn't ever experienced before.My mouth fell open when Alaina walked out the door, in that dress, looking like a dream. It looked like it was made with her in mind, a perfect sculpture of her.It hugged her waist, lining her slender figure, and fell in soft folds to the floor, like a cloud around her feet. The color was a perfect match for her skin tone, making her look like a delicate flower that had just bloomed.But it wasn't just the dress that left me speechless - it was Alaina herself. What did Alaina do to the moon goddess to possess so much grace? It was something I couldn't comprehend. My eyes raked every part of her shamelessly.I couldn't pretend like I wasn't enticed, or attracted to her, every inch. Every part of her. I lost control over my own expression and didn't even bother to wonder what she thought of the man gawking like a fool b
ALAINAIt felt like heaven walking in there. Logan, you bastard! That was the first thing that popped into my mind! How dare he? He had this spend on a wedding but chose to marry me at the Pack's hall, the least classy one with no less than twenty people in it! But here? It was massive. It felt like a cathedral out of some fairytale book! The hall stretched wide and free like a part of heaven on earth! Long years in this pack and I'd seen such before. It was hidden in plain sight from ordinary ones like me.Especially as I was an Omega, we weren't opportune to experience places like this. Alexander, being the authoritative man that he was, led the entrance. It was mortifying when everyone turned to us.I told myself not to look. I told myself I was the star of the show but how bad did I battle nerves? Real bad. My entire nervous system was on fire, chipped at the edges and my anxiety ran loose, owning more of me than I could control.I just hoped I made a convincing appearance. No
I took a deep breath, my fingers interlocked with Lorraine's as I walked out. It felt as though with every step I took, my heart beat even faster. As we approached the grand staircase, I saw a well-dressed Damon patiently waiting for me, and my heart began to race. The anticipation of the ball weighed heavily on me, and a sense of unease gnawed at my insides. Damon bowed respectfully the moment we got to where he stood. "Luna," he murmured. "The Alpha instructed me to lead you to the banquet hall, where the ball will take place." “I don't know, Damon. Are you the one to come pick me up? Shouldn't you be with Alexander? You are his best man for today, remember?” I asked, managing a smile, even though there was not a reason to. “Yes,” he mouthed. “The best man of the groom is meant to bring his wife to the ball.” I replied with a nervous "Okay," and slipped my hand into the waiting crook of his elbow. Then I allowed him to guide me down the stairs. His firm, comforting presence wa
ALAINA In the large pack's living room, I gazed at Lorraine who made a gesture with her hand. On second thought, I turned to look at the man I am in love with - my husband-to-be, Alexander as he was on his feet, walking towards the door of a room not so far from the spot. After a few days since Alexander popped the question, he believed in his heart that it would make some sense to see his mother - the old Luna who lives in his pack. Ever since then, I have thought about nothing but being accepted, or rejected. “Nothing is happening, girl,” Lorraine called out to me, who woke up from my thoughts. “You are too good to be rejected, or don't you know?” “I don't know, Lorraine—” I mouthed. “I was an Omega Wolf the last time I checked. Why won't I be rejected? I want to know why. That the man I love accepted me does not mean the other members of his pack and family will not reject me.” Just then, a door opened. I jumped to my feet, and so did Lorraine. What should I say?
ALEXANDER I hopped in the car after several thoughts, making up my mind on what to do this time around. There was no way I would lose a good, better and at the same time best woman because of this—nonsense! I heaved a sigh and started the engine, driving out of the compound the very next moment. Into the streets of the city, I went. Although my car did not look like it had issues, I believe it did and this was none other reason than the fact that it was slow. Slower than ever. “Don't fuck me up!” I yelled, stopping my drive and heaving a sigh - catching my breath and starting all over after muttering a prayer that the moment and uncalled meeting with Alaina would go perfectly well. What if she doesn't want me any longer? What if this was the end of everything for us both? I wondered with a grimace planted on my countenance, realizing also that I had caught up with the estate that has her house built in it. Soon enough, I was at her gate. How do I get in? I wondered
ALEXANDERIt stuck to my brain. Alaina's face was red with humiliation as she turned and ran into the packhouse, disappearing from view. “Is this all you've finally become?” I snarled at my mother. Is this it?”The camera flashes were enough to blind one. It was that level of crazy! This would hit headlines and news houses in seconds.“No!” She tried to reach for me and held my hand. “You don't understand! This…is insane! That woman has bewitched you!”“Luna…” Damon called out to her. “I think it's best you go in for now. This isn't the best time to be out here, if you know what I'm saying…”“No, I don't know what you're saying!” She snapped at him. “My son is trying to gamble his life and the destiny of the entire pack away and all you are about is all I say? If this happens, it affects you too! Your sister is perfect for him. Why wouldn't he just see that?”“Take her in,” I ordered Damon. I knew what to do. I might as well fuck everything up for everyone. I didn't give a damn.Not
ALAINA“Alaina?” A voice echoed from behind us, and the familiar tone of that voice sent dread all the way to my stomach. I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest as my eyes drifted from Alexander.The Luna? I turned around slowly, and saw her standing there with obvious disapproval on her face, and scorn as she stared at me. “You're a streamer?" she spat, as if the word itself was dirty.Of course it was. To her the word was just as filthy as I was. Even the way she looked at me made me feel so small. Her hatred for me gleamed in those eyes of hers as her gaze shot from Alexander to me. “Answer me. Is everything I just heard true?”I nodded, feeling a defensive flush rise to my cheeks, “But I can explain. It's not—”“It’s not what,” she cut me off, her voice rising in indignation. "I don't care what it is, but just the fact that you're parading yourself online, and flaunting yourself for who-knows-how-many strangers to see! It's shameful. You should be ashamed of yourself, Alaina
ALAINA“Alaina?”My name had never fallen so heavily from a person's mouth and I looked up at Alexander. What the hell was he doing? There were eyes everywhere, people waiting for me to take a wrong step and my identity wound into the internet as it was all they were here for in the first place.My heart was thumping in my chest and I didn't know what to do. My hands wouldn't stop trembling and my knees buckled like they were made of jelly.I tried to free myself from his grasp but Alexander didn't have any intention to let go and I also didn't want to admit— ever— that I was Queen Of Dawn. Not to him, not this way! Not right now.Not like this. If I as much as uttered a word, my cover would be completely blown! Right now I wasn't so sure what he knew so I had to play it safe, but how? The veil was enough protection for my face, not to mention I had a mask on too.“Alaina?” He crouched a little like he wanted to peek through but I turned my face away immediately, letting out an angry
Alexander I felt a sudden jolt of restlessness overtake me as I sat there, shrinking into my seat with boredom as well as disinterest as I watched the women parade around me, and flashing flirty smiles that did nothing but irk me. I wished they would just stop already. I adjusted in my seat, trying to keep my calm and get through today as it was expected of me but even that was becoming more and more difficult by the moment. I didn't want to be here. Neither did I have any interest in any of these women here, and normally that wouldn't matter. But it did. It did. I couldn't stop the restlessness inside of me, I couldn't stop wanting to get out of this hall, and escape all these women that were nothing like her. It was upsetting. Alaina was the only thing on my mind, the only woman that had occupied all the seats in my thoughts, and I didn't have space for anyone else. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or seeing her everywhere I looked, and it was such a torment. I tried not
ALAINAI stood before the sea of cameras, a voice shouted. "Is she really Queen Of Dawn? She's a fake!”The words cut through me like a knife, making my heart skip a beat. I battled nerves, trying to shove off the feeling of being a fake. I forced a smile and waved, trying to appear confident, but my hands trembled slightly.The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and chants, their voices echoing off the walls. "We love you, Queen Of Dawn!" "You're our true queen!" "Queen Of Dawn, Queen Of Dawn!" “I hope the Alpha picks you!”The adoration was overwhelming, making my eyes prick with tears. I felt like I was living a lie, but the crowd's enthusiasm was infectious.But amidst the adoration, a reporter pushed forward, microphone in hand. "Queen Of Dawn, can I get a word with you?" she asked, her voice piercing above the din.The guard protecting me stepped forward, trying to block the reporter. "I'm afraid that's not possible," he growled, his eyes flashing with warning.But I inte
ALEXANDERI was no different from a statue in my own home, dressed like a mannequin by the roadside for an activity that my entire body rejected. It wasn't funny at all.The front of the mirror had been my home for longer than I can remember. It felt like the kind of hell I could taste on my tongue and it wouldn't discontinue.Even right now, I was standing before a mirror. This morning the ball was colder than usual, a stark contrast to what I would be feeling if I cared a bit about whatever the hell was going on here.Rather, I was tired of it. Way exhausted that a thousand sighs had slipped out of my mouth in just minutes. I stood in front of the mirror, my personal stylist adjusting my navy blue suit. IIt was a classic, well-fitted outfit with a subtle sheen that should have made me feel confident. Should. It did the exact opposite of that. The cufflinks, silver and detailed, were the finishing touch. Yet, I found myself distracted, barely noticing the stylist’s careful moveme