Bianca was scrubbing a corner of the bar, taking advantage of a moment of calm so she could get as much work done as possible. Augustin called her to say that he'll bring Rosy later. As soon as the sun had started to set, the customers rushed to the exit. She wiped her forehead carelessly to clear a lock of hair that fell over her eyes. The day had been entirely chaotic. Between the arrival of the two high priestesses and the many groups of travelers, she had not had a minute to herself. All went to the same place: the ceremony of Luna. She wondered how it went and if some guests would tell what happened there during the festivities. All she could hear was that The Mad One did not come yet. The door of the Café opened slowly to let in the impressive black wolf. _Mate's legs! Ah-Whooooo..._ "Stop howling!" _ But look! Mate showed off her legs today! Mate is beautiful!_ "The others have seen what's ours!" growled Black at the beast. He started to cry a little in his hea
Like the night before, Bianca had fallen asleep on the couch by the fire. Alpha Black had taken a blanket between his fangs and covered her with it. He then sat down on his hind legs and put his muzzle under the hand of his soul mate. He would spend the next few hours contemplating her before the sun's rays ordered him to leave here. The sound of clicking heels on the cafe floor caused the animal's nose to rise abruptly. The high priestess Dhara walked straight towards the woman lying on the large sofa and the black wolf. Then she sat down heavily on the armchair in front of them and removed her lace gloves before heaving a deep sigh. Black stared at her for a moment and then placed his muzzle under the hand of his soul mate again. "Good evening..." she whispered. The wolf ignored her and kept his attention on Bianca's sleeping face. "How are you, Mad One?" At the lack of reaction from her interlocutor, the high priestess undid her too-tight b
The three knocks on the door made alpha Black look up. He held various documents concerning Bianca in his hands and read them religiously. The whole life of half his soul was there, written on simple pieces of paper. "Come in," he said without any intonation in his voice. "Alpha," Duncan greeted. Black carefully placed the sheets of paper on the large table in his office and followed his second in command with his eyes. Beta Duncan stood straight in front of the desk and bowed his head once to his Alpha. "Alpha. I'm sorry to insist again, but the Crescent Moon Pack continues to request your presence at their Luna ceremony," he announced carefully. The green of the Alpha's eyes turned a ruby color, showing the presence of his wolf on the surface. "Alpha...you can't keep ignoring them. You know full well that your presence is crucial..." "No." "Alpha, you have to go. You have to go tonight! It's vitally important!" "No. I have no interest in going, and I'm wasting time when I
"Which side do you want us to put this crate on, Bianca? "asked one of the Moon Crescent pack members. "Under the bar, next to the cups, thank you," she replied confidently. Bianca took a moment to contemplate where she was. It had been a good hour's drive before she could get in. A pack member guided her into a large, landscaped clearing as soon as she arrived. The place was illuminated thanks to garlands beautifully hung in the trees. The grass under her feet was green and tender. Four large bars stood in the corners of the clearing, helping to define the reception area. Large wooden tables were set up around a large dance floor in the center, and they were decorated with large bouquets. A smile appeared on the lips of the young woman when she saw a jazz band take their place and start to tune their instruments before the beginning of the evening. "It's perfect," she couldn't help but murmur. "This is a very appropriate outfit for the evening," Dhara said in her smooth voice.
Bianca noticed the sudden tension that seemed to have taken hold of those present. Because of the jazz band's music, she had not heard Amber's words and was trying to find out the source of the general unease. Suddenly, she let out a small, high-pitched scream and crouched head down behind the bar. She had kept her hands on the counter but had to put one on her heart to calm herself. Amber and the girl leaned over, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. "Is everything okay, Bianca?" asked Amber. "Oh, la la!" It's Mr. Fantastic!" she said in a high-pitched voice, her cheeks red and her eyes sparkling. Amber and the girl gave each other a quizzical look before turning to the last area Bianca had looked at earlier. When they saw who was standing there, they automatically looked down and bowed their heads again. "Do you see what I see, Deborah?" asked Amber to the young woman with cheeks still marked by the ink of her mascara. "Yes," replied the young woman, sniffing loudly
(N/A: if you want to experience this chapter fully, from that "#" sign in the chapter, listen to "At Last" by Etta James). * * * Alpha Black took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Bianca that came to him gently on the tip of his tongue. "I'll take..." he started to say but stopped when he saw his soulmate's red face. Bianca could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Even the sound of his deep voice was fantastic. The two simple words he had just spoken had felt like a caress on her skin, and she would have wanted to hear him talk to her all night. Both of their eyes flickered for a moment, unable to see the world that continued to spin around them. "I... I'm going to take my break now...," Bianca murmured as she patted the bar counter with both hands to guide herself to the exit. Black immediately straightened up, and he could no longer see anything but her. The thread of his reason is ready to break definitively because his soul mate's back is exposed to his sight. "
Bianca looked at him from below. The moment he had said those words, it had seemed a shiver had run down her back. Strangely, it wasn't a bad feeling, but something soft and comforting. She whispered a "Merci, monsieur..." before turning on her heels toward the bar. The music was over. The spell had been broken. Stunned murmurs arose as the evening gown returned to its original shape of a waiter's outfit with each step she took. _ GO TO MATE!_ growled Mr. Wolf. Listening only to his animal's voice, Black leaped forward and grabbed Bianca's arm. His wolf cried and lowered his ears as he saw the pain on their soul mate's face. "Putain(#Fuck)," Bianca whispered. Mr. Fantastic's grip tightened like a cruel vise on her skin. Some people, close enough to the scene, quickly turned around, fearing retaliation if this young woman provoked the Mad One's fury. Black slid his hand over Bianca's wrist and started walking, pulling her with him in his wake. Bianca met Dhara's gaze. She c
Bianca let out a deep sigh under Mat's amused look. She had come home, exhausted and excited by her last night's encounter. "You should rest today, B. We don't have any reservations. It'll be quiet," Mat said calmly as he restocked beer bottles in the fridge. "It's an hour's drive from the Crescent Moon Pack to the Crossroad Café. You must be exhausted." Bianca slowly nodded and leaned forward, elbows placed on the bar. "I saw him again." "Saw who again?" asked Mat without looking at her. He was working quickly, skillfully lining up bottles one after the other. "Mr. Fantastic." Mat knocked a bottle to the floor, but thankfully, without damage. He quickly turned back to her, widening his eyes. "THE Mr. Fantastic?" "The very one," she said, shaking her head. "And mind you, he asked me to go with him tonight." Mat quickly straightened up, nervously running his hands through his hair. "Oh. And, did you tell him yes?" She bit her lower lip and nodded again. "I told him yes in the