Rosalie walked into her living room. The manor was divided into several sections. Each suite was like a flat. Based on their ranking, each wolf family got their living quarters. Like the second-ranking Betas, Rosalie's father had a luxuriously furnished suite. Though it was not as opulent as the Alpha's quarter, it was still better than most others. Amelia Murdoch, smiled at her daughter, as Rosalie squirmed in her figure-hugging red bodycon dress. It was sleeveless with a deep V at the back.
"You look beautiful," Amelia whispered, with misty eyes.
Rosalie rolled her eyes, "are you done now? Is this why you were looking for me? Just to try this stupid dress?"
"Rosie, it's a very expensive limited-edition dress, thankfully I managed to find it online." She beamed.
"Dad needs to put a stop to your online shopping!" Rosalie grumbled.
"One day you will thank me, young lady," Amelia said sternly, wagging her finger.
She took out another shimmering blue gown and waved it in front of Rosalie.
"It's your dress for the reception," she said excitedly as she gave the dress to Rosalie, "come on try it on."
Rosalie shook her head in frustration.
"Mom! It's not my wedding!" she said exasperatedly. "I don't need to dress up."
"Nonsense!" Amelia said. "There's going to be a lot of eligible bachelors tomorrow sweetie," she said with a sugary smile. "You're 18 years old now; it's time for you to find a boyfriend or a mate."
That was the last thing Rosalie wanted. She had just had her heart broken by her mate. And his mother was playing the matchmaker. She had no idea that Rosalie was never going to find her mate. She had already found him, been dumped and all she had left was a shattered soul. Unaware of her daughter's misery, Amelia was planning for the ceremony. She loved to show off her status and position during social engagements.
Amelia was not haughty or arrogant. Just a little vain. Weddings were a perfect opportunity to dress up her beautiful daughter and make other mothers jealous.
"Mom, you expect me to flirt with guys. Seriously? Dad would skin them alive!" Rosalie couldn't help laughing.
"Your dad would do no such thing. If he wants his daughter respectably mated."
Rosalie sighed and looked at her mother's happy and excited face. Her parents loved her; her mom just wanted the best for her. Rosalie touched the blue satin gown.
" OK, I will wear it, mom." Rosalie smiled at her.
Her mother loved her dearly, she knew that.
'Just because I got rejected, I shouldn't be making my parents miserable. They would be heartbroken if they knew what had happened. They cannot even defy the Alpha, which would mean execution or banishment. '
Rosalie shuddered at the thought. Banishments meant they would be thrown out of the pack. Wolves needed a pack to survive. Most lone wolves either die or turn rogue. She could not do that to her parents.
She slipped into the blue dress and her mother gushed,
" You look so beautiful! I am sure you will overshadow the bride!"
Rosalie snorted. "That would be rude! But I don't mind annoying Grace for once."
Amelia looked pleased with her choice and passed Rosalie's strappy heels, to match the dress. Rosalie sighed and took her heels.
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As the morning dawned, wolves in the silver moon pack were busy with a flurry of activities. Everyone was either giggling or planning what they would wear for the ceremony. Rosalie walked through the corridors with a heavy heart. Each time she tried to stop crying, a fresh set of tears would spill from her eyes. She had never felt more alone and had never been betrayed by a person this way before. No one had prepared her for this. She was good at guarding her thoughts, so others didn't get a whiff of them.
Rosalie did her best to keep her emotions under control once the guests started arriving. She bathed and dressed in a yellow summer dress. She had been assigned the duty of showing the guests to their rooms. She tried to be pleasant to the guests that arrived, showing them to their suites and taking care of additional accommodations, but all she wanted to do was cry.
"I hear the guests are very pleased with the rooms." Her father beamed.
Rosalie could not help but smile at him. He was proud of his position and had taken care of the arrangements very carefully.
"Of course, dad, you have done a wonderful job." Rosalie smiled. Scott Murdoch nodded and left for the grand hall.
Once she was alone, Rosalie began to hurt again. She tried to shake away the feeling and focus on her duties, so she took the long walk to the western wing of the manor, which contained the guest suits for the Alphas.
She entered one of the grand suits, trying her hardest to keep from crying. She released her hair from her ponytail, allowing it to flow down her back. She tied the ribbon as a band around the top of her head. Chris liked her hair like that. She looked at her reflection and smiled weakly. She crossed the lounge and opened the double doors to the bedroom. The bed was inviting, with its rich dark tones and fine fabrics. She began removing the decorator pillows and replacing them with sleeping pillows. One of the omegas had ignored their job, the room was still not prepared.
She turned down the sheets and comforter, trying not to think of Chris. Eventually, she could not contain her emotions any longer, and she began to cry. She felt a very physical pain in her heart and felt like she might get sick. But at that moment, she did not care. She was sobbing so loudly that she did not even realize there was a second person in the room.
"Now why is a girl as lovely as you are crying?" a deep male voice said. Rosalie hiccupped in surprise and quickly wiped her face, trying to locate the speaker. He was standing in the doorway in a white tee and jeans. A black leather jacket adorned his broad frame. He was tall and incredibly masculine, well-built, and powerful looking. He had thick black hair. Dark, expressive eyebrows sat atop deep-set, steel-grey eyes. His jaw and chin were broad and hard. To Rosalie, he looked dangerously handsome and familiar. Chris was handsome like a pretty boy, but this man was all hard muscles and he oozed power. "I'm so sorry sir, I was just...preparing the rooms for the guests. I did not know you would be here so early," she stammered. He slowly stepped closer to her, and Rosalie began feeling incredibly tiny in comparison to him. "It's no problem, Rosalie," he said. His steely eyes seemed to see right through her, and she looked at him in surprise. "How....how do you know my name?" she
Rosalie rushed out of the Alpha's suite with a hammering heart. She looked down at her feet, tears were starting to pool in her eyes. She shook her head to dispel the treacherous tears and hurried towards the circle. The crowd and the excitement would make her feel better. It was midnight, and the ceremony was about to start. Rosalie ran towards the circle to claim her position. The mating ceremony was usually not conducted for lower-rank wolves. It was done only for Alphas and a few other high-ranking wolves. When we say mating, it means mating. The couple would mate and bite each other in the presence of witnesses, the pack, the elders, and the Holy Moon. Nudity or public sex was not a problem for them. They were part animals. However, they did not go around prancing naked all the time. It is just that wolves had a higher tolerance for these things compared to humans. By midnight, the atmosphere grew more intense and heated. Rosalie reached the group of unmated betas and found Meliss
Rosalie watched as the last of the wolves left for the run. She was left alone along with several unmated wolves and those who had duties to perform. She saw Alex approaching them and her eyes widened in surprise. "Hello there, I see you didn't join the run," he said in his deep baritone. "You didn't join them either," Rosalie retorted. He smirked," I was planning to, but something else caught my attention." His eyes rolled over her, taking in her figure-hugging dress, the deep V in her back and her narrow waist. He would have loved to chase and conquer her. His wolf nodded its approval. Melissa looked at both, then said. "I think my mom called me," she smirked. "I should be going," she started to walk, "See you later." "Melissa!" Rosalie snapped at her. What was she doing? Why was she leaving her alone with him? To her annoyance, Melissa continued to walk, pretending not to hear Rosalie's mental messages. Rosalie scratched her head, feeling a mixture of annoyance and awkwardnes
She began by introducing herself by saying, "My name is Grace." It was nothing out of the ordinary for the Lunas to become acquainted with the progeny of those in power. She gave a light and airy laugh while twirling her long hair. "Although I am now the Luna. I would ask that we avoid getting too formal. I am like a sister to every one of you. I want all of us to become good friends!" Her voice was as sweet as candy, and she chirped like 10 years old. Rosalie wanted to roll her eyes at Grace. Was she being genuine, or was this only a ruse for her to exert her authority over them? She hid her face from view for a little while. As Luna Grace could see into people's minds if she wasn't careful, so Rosalie was carefully guarding her thoughts. "Hey, what say we get some fresh air and then meet up with the rest of the folks in the Common Room?" Grace said. When they entered the communal room, they gathered in a circle. While the other two betas watched, Melissa lazily stretched out on t
"I've got a suggestion!" Melissa remarked, with a twinkle in her brown eyes. She chortled and said, "Why don't you hook up with Alex? In case you haven't noticed, he does have a body worth dying for," she said. "Now, I have not yet had the opportunity to view him in his natural state, but I am confident that he will be......big." She gave a wink. "Shh!" Rosalie put her palm over Melissa's mouth to prevent her from speaking. "Everyone will be able to hear you!" She became red in the face for no apparent cause at all. "Admit it! You like him, I noticed the way you were looking at each other." Melissa teased. "Melissa, it has nothing to do with it at all. We're just friends!" Rosalie said, irritated. Melissa's chuckling made her sigh. "Friends? Uh? When did you become friends with Alpha Alex?" Melissa teased her. "It's a long story, let us say that we do hook up, and I can muster up even the smallest amount of feelings for him. It would be pointless because there is no way that it
Amelia replied to Rosalie as she dusted off imaginary lint from her shoulder, "There's no need to thank me, I want the best for my daughter." She gave a sly smile, "But if you could bring a man back..., that would be great. I do not doubt that certain wolves will be drawn to you the moment they lay eyes on you." Rosalie shook her head in disbelief. Her mother had resumed her role as the matchmaker for her. She cocked an eyebrow and gently brushed a strand of Rosalie's hair as she asked, "Wasn't it Alpha Alex who was being pretty friendly with you during the mating ceremony? Honey, he's got a lot going for him: he's young, powerful, and tremendously wealthy all at the same time." "Oh, no, Mom!" Rosalie rolled her eyes. "He is not interested in me, we are just friends, and I can't even claim that we are close friends because we have only met like...3 times in my entire life!" She let out a groan. Her mum looked crestfallen. She bit her lower lip and asked, "Is that so? Perhaps I wa
Rosalie joined her family to offer their congratulations to the newlyweds. Rosalie bowed her head to her Alphas but refused to look at Chris, even though she was certain that he was ogling her. The realisation that he could only see her and not touch her brought her a sense of satisfaction. That must be annoying. She let out a chuckle. A congratulatory toast was offered to the newly mated pair. Everyone got to their feet, bent their heads to them, and then took a drink from their champagne glasses before standing back up. There was a short speech that included the typical things that individuals say at their wedding reception. Chris finished his thank-you speech by saying, "Thank you all for coming, the blessings you have given to me and my dear mate, Grace, as my last words to such a beautiful event, I invite you all to feast and dance all night long." Once the speech was done, Rosalie focused on the food. Because she had skipped lunch earlier in the day, she was extremely hungry.
Alex was right. The moon shone in all its splendour. It was a full moon and gleaming in appearance. Mists of little clouds surrounded the silver orb, giving it an ethereal look. Stars sparkled like lights of heaven, dotting the dark sky. The air felt clean and fresh. Rosalie took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, enjoying the scenery that had unfolded. Alex's sudden words were the first to break the silence that had fallen between them. "I like it when you're this relaxed," he said. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him there, standing directly in front of her. They had been walking for a long time and were now in the middle of the forest, a world apart from the commotion of the grand hall. He moved one foot in front of the other. She inadvertently knocked the towering Cherry Tree as she took a step backwards. He imprisoned her by putting his hands out on either side of her, blocking any attempts to get away. Not that she had any intention of running away. He was no longer