At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour. Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise." "Silly," he chuckles. "That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say. "You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues. I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too. I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.
Chapter 1 I took off running
Idiots. Every single one of them is a fool.
I let out a laugh that simultaneously turned into a cheeky smile.
I take a quick look around before pulling up at the magnificent mansion where the party was being hosted. And, I should add, a celebration that started without my beautiful presence.
How thoughtful.
I pull my hood up before heading through the residence's massive doors and toward the ballroom. Folks danced and talked. There were laughs and smiles across the large room. I winced. It is absolutely terrible to be in a room full of werewolf odors.
I twisted up my nose. In this place, how in the hell do you find your mates?
An annual meeting is hosted by the council-sorry, the council. It was anticipated that werewolves sixteen and up would take part. Its goal is to bring unmated wolves together and the Alphas above everything else. As expected, the newlyweds converse, fall in love, kiss, make out, fuck, and have a little nevertheless, everyone who belongs to any rank of werewolf-Alphas, Betas, Omegas, etc.-is "invited." The mating ball is kind of required, if I may put it that way. That didn't really matter, though, because practically all of the wolves were eager to go in the hopes of meeting their soul mate.
the Royal Crimson Pack excluded.
They are strong, authoritative, and well-liked. They were superior to the Council because of this. No, they didn't misuse their authority or destroy packs at random. However, once they become angry, they won't show you any mercy and will methodically tear you apart, ensuring that you receive the worst execution anyone has ever seen. I've heard that, anyway. The Royal Crimson Pack is unstoppable for anyone who dares face them. You can run, but you can't hide, as they say.
However, that wasn't important to me, was it? As if I would ever become involved in their affairs.
The rumors were what mattered to me at the moment. I've attended this event for three years, and in that time I've learned enough to say that the young leaders of the Royal Crimson Pack were, to put it mildly, amazing. Men and women alike exclaimed over their stunning appearance and captivating personalities. It piqued my interest.
Word of the new company spread, as though the Moon Goddess heard us poor, unlucky peasants. It appears that the Crimson Pack will be present at the Mating Ball this year.
Finally, fucking. Something to soothe my ennui was what I needed.
I walked around the room aimlessly, not wanting to come into contact with anyone. I mean, no disrespect, but these folks are boring. without incident. Put differently: unfun. It is a waste of time to interact.
I head to the food area because I'm hungry and grab a plate and four tiny slices of cake. I practically started to drool just looking at it. It had such a lovely appearance. I was going to make the most of my pricey meal, as I hadn't had any in a long time.
I notice the gossip that reverberated through the room as I raise the fork to my mouth.
"Were they visible to you? I've never felt-I'm not sure how to put it-like this! However, I feel like my heart is about to explode." One grinned, her cheeks very red.
I sampled a piece of cake. It tasted great.
"How could anyone be so perfect?" asks another person. How fortunate could the mate of Alpha Theo be? She must have accomplished something noteworthy in a previous life."
I wag my eyebrows, curious.
"I feel as though I've fallen from heaven," a man utters, his gaze vacant.
One more person says, "Imagine what a great fuck that is."
The snort that escaped the ladylike facade I was digging for was unavoidable.
Like the refined lady that I am, I use a tissue to wipe my mouth clean after eating. I gather myself up, straighten the hood of my black cape, and give the outfit I recently stole from a girl a gentle pat. I'm happy the fabric was comfortable.
All I would like is for it to be crimson so that it appears really menacing. On the contrary, I looked like a saint in the white outfit. Pft.
My curiosity piqued, and I strolled in the direction that the folks were leaving.
There were around five young men and ladies in the visible crowd. I was ecstatic, as always. My veins are full of vigor; therefore, it made me feel excited.
The Royal Crimson Pack was it.
The majority of them sneaked glances while making a concerted effort to hide their attendance, acting as though it didn't even somewhat interest them. It was a catastrophe. It was obvious that the crowd was evaluating the performances as though they were works of art.
And I acknowledge that I was in that group of people.
They were really of high caliber.
I could see the power in all five of them with just a glance. Curiosity was racing through my head, and I couldn't help but become more and more enthralled.
One of them, a handsome guy with curly hair, olive skin, and stunning honey brown eyes, had a bored expression on his face. To be honest, I didn't hold it against him. The celebration could be even livelier. I thought the guy looked like someone who could have portrayed the jock in a romantic teen film. There was something very macho about him.
I saw that his powerful arms were encircling the waist of someone else. His countenance softens as he looks at her.
A tiny smile couldn't help but appear on my face. There was never any doubt in my mind about their beauty as a couple.
With her blonde hair falling in lovely waves, the girl rests her head on his shoulder. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were ocean blue. She exudes angelic beauty and exudes the same vibe as the girl next door.
My gaze moves to the individual on her right, whose features are identical to hers. identical twins.
The youngster had the same ocean-blue eyes and straight blonde hair that reached his ears. On the other hand, he appears to be a bothersome little devil, a joker, or the life of the party. A miscreant, if you will.
Observe who is speaking. It wasn't as though I was unique.
His eyes were wide, and his lips were pursed. After some time, I came to the conclusion that he was making an unsuccessful attempt to soothe his partner.
The girl's skin was fair and glowing. Her bangs were combed to one side, and her dark hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, her countenance dissatisfied as she scowled at her mate, giving off a kind appearance. He protruded his tongue.
What a strange couple.
There was another man next to them, and I would be lying if I didn't find myself drawn to him more than the others.
In some way, he seemed more formidable. More intriguing. More captivating. The stunning young man had a sly smirk on his lips and a cunning look in his exquisite gray eyes. He had a look on his face that gave me the impression that we were the pieces in a game that he was playing.
His facial features were exquisite, perhaps sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. I was torn between wanting to be him and wanting to be his.
How come she couldn't make me look this good?
I couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason. It was drawing me in and persuading me to approach. I was drawn to him because he was the most attractive man I had ever encountered.
I felt a stirring inside of me and a strong desire to see him. I'm driven to do anything that includes him, inside and out.
I'm not sure how long I kept watching him. And, to be honest, I wasn't all that bothered.
And then those hypnotic gray eyes met mine.
Goddamn, motherfucking crap.
I wanted to seize this opportunity and hold onto it forever. My heart begins to beat more rapidly. I could no longer see my surroundings and was only able to concentrate on the attractive young man. It felt as though my heart might suddenly leap out of my chest.
A strange, unanticipated thought crosses my head.
I cock my head, examining him closely. He followed suit.My mouth twitches in a frown. He followed suit.
We were both observing one another and taking in the unexpected idea.
"Copycat!" I exhaled deeply.
Though the concept was deeply ingrained in my thoughts, it didn't feel real.
His eyes sparkle with interest as a smile spreads across his face. He looks me up and down, pride swelling in his chest, and his stares cut right through me.
"Pleased to meet you, mi amor," he says as he opens his mouth to speak.
His deep, velvety voice gave off an uncontrollable, chaotic vibe in my head. My heart is thumping with passion and energy. Unconsciously, I shudder.
I smile as the edges of my mouth lift up. How fascinating.
"I'm glad to have met you as well, buddy," I reply, speaking slowly and clearly.
We didn't avert our gaze. Not at all.
There was a yell after that.
"Capture her!" The mob dispersed. The guards rush in my direction. Whoa.
I salute my mate and try to capture his beauty as I look back at him one last time. I failed to notice the chuckle on his face.
Did I not say that rogues were not allowed at the mating ball?
Hehe, sorry.
I took off running.
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