The ball

Lizette’s P.O.V.

Friday night!

Throughout the week, Liana ate my brain with different information regarding the Lycan King for that meeting.

“Oh, my gosh, Liz. King Vincent Lawrence is dope. See, what have I found on this site?”

She downloaded all the details, and articles about him and currently, she was bombarding me with that news in the ball.

“He’s thirty-eight years old, 1.96 meters tall, and June Gemini.

And the most important thing, he’s the richest businessman in our supernatural world.”

I didn’t pay any heed to her bulletin, and looked around, mesmerized by the beauty of the arrangements. I had seen this luxurious hall before, but today, everything was top-notch. In addition to the fancy lights decor outside, the hall was all classy and stylish.

The ceilings and posh chandeliers sparked different colors as though colorful gemstones were used to design them, making the hall look magical.

However, its beauty lost its attraction when Stella appeared before my sight. She didn’t miss the chance to bully me here.

“Look, this mutt is wearing white like it's her wedding day.”

Her sharp tone garnered everyone’s attention, she acted as a fashion designer to critique my choice,

“Your cheap dress is lifeless, tainting this high-end ball like Bancroft family. It definitely needs some color!”

Stella toyed her wine glass as a dangerous smirk was dancing on her lips. She stepped forwards and threw the red wine at me.

“Stella!”

At this crucial moment, Liana moved with super speed and dragged Stella’s minion between us, using her as a shield to save my dress. She warned her,

“One more word, and I will throw you out of the ball!”

Liana’s stern tone forced Stella to retreat, I sincerely thanked my best friend.

“You are my guardian angel, Liana. Thank you so much!”

She handed me a glass of wine and chuckled,

“It’s no biggie, Liz. I love to flex my authority!”

Our hearty laughter faded in the background as Brandon entered the hall in a black tuxedo. All eyes praised the couple as Madelyn was his date, her high slit, topless pink dress was complimenting her natural beauty.

Standing by her side, Brandon’s triumphant grin was worth watching. It appeared that he had won the election of the Werewolf Council by bringing Madelyn as his date.

Soon, Max from our class invited Liana,

“Care for a dance, sweetie?”

As Liana hadn’t smelled her mate yet, she said ‘yes’ and went to enjoy the night. I chose a safe spot beside the bar’s corner and ordered shots, only alcohol was the best chance to subside the fire burning in my chest.

“Your drink, ma’am!”

This call rang like a symphony amidst the laughter and dancing fragrances. With my gaze following Brandon like a lost puppy, I drank five shots of kamikaze.

The sudden gleeful howls tried to puncture my ears as someone found his mate. My gaze roamed at the crowd and spotted Stella, being smooched by a hot guy. I gasped,

“Casper?”

Liana’s elder brother, Casper, the next Beta in our pack, was back from his training. And he recognized Stella as his mate?

Oh, my Goddess!

She was already the Queen and now her mate had elevated her rank, their open make-out session trembled my heart. A rush of pain in my chest made me wince, my wolf was still healing after the rejection. the scenes of mating and marking hurt her a lot.

I drank one more glass, trusting my high alcohol tolerance, and got up with determination.

“No, I won’t cry for Brandon anymore. This ball is an opportunity to freshen up and enjoy myself.”

Perhaps, this was also the Moon Goddess’s wish as a handsome boy, probably an outsider, asked me.

“Would you like to dance with me, Miss?”

His British accent rejuvenated my mood, I placed my hand on his palm.

“Lizette.”

He placed his other hand on his chest and bowed to honor me. I was about to go for a dance when a sharp voice halted us in our tracks.

“Go and find another partner, dude!”

Brandon, who was introducing Madelyn to every guest in the party, materialized out of thin air to spoil my fun. That boy abruptly left as Alpha snarled at him.

I pouted and walked towards the dance floor to look for Liana.

But Brandon grabbed my arm to stop me, I jerked his hand away.

“Sod off, Brandon. I wanna dance."

I tried to take another cocktail; however, he snatched the glass from my hand.

“You’re already drunk, Liz!”

“Oh, really?

Then what does it have to do with you, Alpha?”

Stumbling over my feet, I lost my balance for a brief second. Brandon wrapped his arm around my waist to support me. I protested in a daze,

“Leave me alone!”

I was squirming in his hold with my head spinning on its axis, perhaps, it was time to leave.

Suddenly, a serious voice announced.

“Attention, ladies and gentlemen!

The Lycan King Vincent has arrived.”

The pin drop silence followed the announcement as everyone was keen to see that King in person, except me. I closed my eyes as the earthy scent of patchouli swirled something deep inside me, waltzing my heart with glee.

My dancing heart threatened to break out of my chest as I tried to see the owner of this unique yet sensual fragrance, assaulting my soul.

“Who’s he?”

All I could see was a smoking hot, tall man gawking at me. His Royal demeanor screamed unrivaled authority as his throaty growl shook the ground below me.

“Mine!”