Alpha’s Predestined Bride

MOON STONE PACK

Hazel led the girls out of the dressing room and they charged towards the pack ballroom. The minute the ladies stepped into the noisy decorated ballroom, they were swept into the welcoming crowd of people dressed in all sorts of costume.

“Brenda!” Hazel screamed when she saw a familiar face forgetting about her best friend that didn’t know her way around the ballroom.

Meagan heaved a sigh as she looked around the decorated pack ballroom that was packed, leaving a smallish opening for a dance floor at one end near the DJ stand. The room was filled with humans and mostly werewolves in different colors and styles of costumes.

“The ballroom will be fully packed tonight. Why? The moon celebration week plus the Beta’s wedding! I am so excited!” Brianna, the lady who Meagan just met had rattled on yesterday about how many people would be present at the event tonight.

At first Meagan had thought Brianna had exaggerated about how many guests would be in attendance tonight but she was right. Everywhere Meagan stepped had people standing close by that she had to push her way through.

The festival was going fine and it had already started because they arrived late. The music was loud, the tables laden with plenty food, the booze free flowing and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Meagan’s eyes couldn’t trace where her best friend and Brianna stood, but they had absorbed into the crowd to their friends. Well, they are used to this lifestyle and people around here since she was the only who isn’t a member of the pack between them.

A server pressed a mixed drink into Meagan’s hand and she sipped it while her eyes was still surveying the creativity of costumes in the room. The atmosphere spells – Halloween under the deem lighting and colored lights flickered around the room. Every individual blended into a chit-chat and laughters in groups but Meagan seemed to be the only one standing without partner. Her present job was telling the type of costume on each person, she could recognize them all. Starting from Harlequin, joker, Dracula, fairy godmother, Bartholomew the scientist, Dragon King Darius, witches, vampires, pirates and other memorable icons in the shadowy room.

Meagan adjusted her mask as a lady dressed in a Korean style queen mother passed by her with a smile on her face. She frowned at an alligator flirting with a peacock but soon found herself chuckling at the combination. Alligator and a proud peacock. Meagan swallowed a bit of the liquid before lowering her glass.

“Mom would have loved this place…maybe I should have invited them all especially Collins who likes the spirit of Halloween, Penelope who would love to see a man dressed in a vampire outfit or Benjamin who is eager to get married. This is the best place and everyone would love to be here.” Meagan mumbled to no one in particular.

“Your family would have loved to be here?” A masculine voice said behind her.

Immediately Meagan turned surprised that someone had heard her mumbling to herself amidst the commotion and loud music. Her gaze locked with a tall handsome man, his hair packed in a bun style, his wrestlers shoulders were part of his muscular physique and his well chiseled chest was bare only a double crossed whip on him. He had a dark bristly mustache, dressed in a khaki pant and black leather boots with detachable whips dangling from the belt on both sides. Meagan recognized his outfit.

“Warlord Baron?” Meagan said.

He walked majestically towards her. “Yes ma’am.” He smiled revealing his white teeth and a deep dent on both sides of his cheeks.

Meagan’s breath caught as she took in more of his features. His crescent moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, Irish eyes that looked soft and dangerous at the same time and a defined cheekbone. He was tall, a lot taller than her even on heels. He had a charisma that would make any woman enticed by him. He was charismatic perfect and the aura of authority hovered around him. His domineering attitude wasn’t just from the costume he had in but seen from the way he stood, looking straight into her eyes without breaking the eye contact even as she tried to step backward a bit.

Meagan got a closer look at the man standing in front of her when a bright light flashed on for a few seconds. He had a very nice face. She admitted.

“I was saying that would your family have really loved to be here?” He repeated.

Oh! Meagan remembered that he had asked a question but she had been busy checking him out. She cleared her throat before answering him. “Yeah. My dad loves parties, my brother always look forward to the season of halloween and -” she stopped talking after figuring that it seemed like she was blabbing.

The stranger waited for her to complete her words as he arched his eyebrows. “My mom doesn’t like wolves.” She completed her unintended statement to end the conversation abruptly.

He chuckled, while Meagan took another quick sip of her drink. “I can tell you are human.” He said.

She nodded her head in agreement. “It is not offensive for you kind to not like wolves. But trust me wolves don’t mean any harm to the humans.” He smiled.

Meagan realized that this charming man is even more attractive when he smiled, revealing the dimples at the corners of his lips. She pushed back whatever thoughts that tried to form in her mind about this man.

“I am done with men.” She chanted in her mind.

“Your costume -” he lowered his gaze to examine her outfit. “Are you portraying Allison the witch of Maridom?” He asked to be sure.

Meagan tried not to follow his gaze down to the parts of her body that were revealing. She adjusted the stuffed toy cat and wand, balancing the glass on her other hand. The movement was to make him stop staring at her slightly exposed body.

“Allison is my favorite icon.” She shook her head in agreement to his question.

“Although I didn’t get to see Allison but through pictures I have seen, I can say that you look stunning than she ever did in her familiar outfits.” He commented, his deep tone intensified the tingles quivering over her at the sight of him.

“Thank you. And you don’t look bad either in the warlord costume.” She swallowed another gulp of drink.

His body looked like he was made to wear the warlord costume. Meagan studied his bare chest through her lashes.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Is the drink that good?” He asked noticing that all she did was have a drink. A sign to tell him to back off that she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with him.

Meagan lowered the empty glass and dropped it in the tray when a server passed by. “The drink… was very good.” She stuttered.

“Do you mind eating some snacks? There are a lot of them on those table across the room.” He requested.

Meagan met his gaze but soon looked away quickly.

“Would you like to join me on a snack tour, Allison?” He asked again.

Meagan was surprised by what he just called her. “Allison?” She arched an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “It seems like a perfect name to call a seer and fortune teller.” He said with a shrug.

He could just make things simple for himself by asking for her name. Meagan did a good job at hiding her smile.