Betrothed To The Alpha.

full-length mirror propped against the wall, admiring how the fabric drapes elegantly over my frame. A smile tugs at my lips as I twirl once, watching the dress flutter

nt, everything is turning out perfectly. Anticipation courses through me as I smooth down the fabric; these gatherings are prime opportunities to meet one's mate. Even th

mate, a gnawing worry tugs at my heart-he may not accept me. In our werewolf world, the Moon Goddess chooses our mates at birth, but we remain oblivious to their identities until the moment

my mate is someone else-someone who will cherish and rescue me from this emotional abyss. It pains me to label my home as a hellho

shame holds me back from openly wishing harm on someone. I wished she ne

lled up into a high ponytail. Rosy lips are adorned with just a touch of lip gloss. I take a deep breath, mustering the strength to

y parents and hers reach my ears. Mentally prepar

r shoulders, is dressed in a beautiful black gown. Her makeup is subtle yet elegant, accentuating her feat

ile, attempting to overlook

Dad is the Alpha of our pack, The Ashen Crescent Pack. He stands tall with black hair framing a strong, chiseled face and brown eye

her piercing gray eyes and cascading blonde hair, has also just

lice says, adjusting his tie. She had

. Her gray eyes widened, and a flicker of anger cro

unning toward me. I take a step back, narrowing my eyes at h

Her compliments are unusual, and

ok great on me, Dad?" she as

ve seen i

" he responds, and a pang hits my heart. He didn't compliment m

e dress look beautiful on me? I wish to shout

aring it. I would have

ld give it to you. You're her sister,

sister," Dad chimes in, and my shock i

upon my arrival but scolded me, and now they want me to hand over

d to it by now. But how could I? These two people were my parents, the on

airs and change." I turn away

nds, I hastily pull off the delicate dress I spent countless hours picking. The soft fabric s

ove a whisper. The servant nods silently and hurries

lpable even in the confines of my own head. "You shouldn't have give

ave done?" I reply through our link. "Said no and

That bitch doesn't even like the dress. She probably just wanted

the dress hugged my curves perf

ugh our mental link. "Sometimes I really

of my beloved brother. "Too bad he di

wouldn't be happening, right?

gh she can't see

ight your mate ends up being someone amazing who takes us far away

the first stars begin to twinkle. "Hopefully," I whisper

second dress-a simpler gown in muted tones that pales in comparison to

elicate fabric shimmering in the fading light. I plaster on a smile, but beneath the surface, I'm boiling with resentment. Alice d

tles in my stomach as I silently count down the hours. Once midnight strikes, I won't have to put up with