Kayla’s POV
I stared with disgust at the monstrosity laid out in front of me. Well, to be fair, the dress was pretty, and it was the best I could get in such a short notice. It was a royal blue full-length gown with a boat neck and full sleeves. There was silver-colored embroidery below the neck and the rest of the gown was plain.
I had to admit that I would have appreciated the dress if it was anybody else wearing it. It was just that I hated the very thought of wearing a dress. Period.
Two days went by in a flurry of activities and now, it was the day of the Alpha Meet. From early morning, I was being poked and prodded by Stella, a pack member and my self-appointed beautician for the occasion.
Usually, she was timid in my presence, but once she took on her job as my makeup artist, it was as if her entire personality changed.
As she mercilessly attacked me with tweezers and wax strips under the name of beautifying me, I wondered how women went through such tortures regularly. I was a seasoned warrior, and even I winced at all the abuse.
After that, she started doing my hair. I sat there with a frown on my face as she pulled my hair this way and that. Once she finished doing my hair, she took out her makeup kit.
I narrowed my eyes as she opened it and began placing everything on the counter. I didn’t even know the names of half of those things and I knew that if I let her, she would cake my face in layers of makeup and I would look like a real life Barbie doll.
I had enough of the bullshit and I snarled at her, refusing to let her treat my face as a canvas. She tried to talk me into it, but I was adamant in my decision. So, she conceded and agreed to putting on just lipstick and mascara.
Once she was done, she stood back and observed her handiwork. After she examined me, she nodded in satisfaction before declaring that it was time for me to wear the dress.
I sighed as I stared at the dress with reluctance. Shaking my head in annoyance and cursing whoever decided that women had to wear gowns for the Alpha meet, I took the dress to the closet.
A myriad of emotions crossed through my mind and the foremost one was dread. As I held the dress in front of me, I tried to muster up the courage to wear it. I would have gone to a war with much more confidence than this…
Finally, I decided to bite the bullet and just put it on, while trying not to mess my hair.
Once I was done, I turned to the mirror with apprehension. I frowned as I saw that the gown hugged my body, showing off my figure.
My blue-grey eyes were looking more blue than grey. I was wearing cherry red lipstick. My golden hair, which I usually tied up in a messy ponytail, was done in a neat updo which brought the focus to my face. My neck was left bare, but I had diamond studs in my ears. All in all, I looked too girly and nothing like the real me…
I felt a pang of pain as the thought occurred to me that my mother would have loved to see me like this. Then I shook off the thought. That was another life that would never be… In this life, I was the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack and I neither had the time nor heart to be the girl in the mirror.
I glared at the mirror and felt satisfaction as it took off the girly edge from my appearance. There. That was more like it…
I went back to the room where Stella was waiting for me impatiently. Once she saw me, she squealed in delight.
“Wow!” she cried out enthusiastically.
Then she came over to me to do the final adjustments. She arranged my hair and checked my dress before nodding in satisfaction.
"Now you just have to wear the shoes," she chirped merrily.
I followed her gaze and my eyes widened as I saw the blue stilettos she had kept ready for me.
"No way."
"But Alpha-"
"No! I am not going to wear them." I said with finality. My comfort was what mattered, and I was not going to torture my feet by wearing those spiky heels all day.
I went over to my closet and found my silver flats. That should do. I didn't care if it spoiled my look.
Stella looked down at my shoes with a frown but refrained from commenting. Good!
"Thank you, Stella. You did a good job," I complimented her.
"It was my pleasure. I am honored," she replied with a smile that made her eyes twinkle.
I nodded at her and mind linked Ethan.
'Is everyone ready?' I asked.
'Yes. We are waiting for you outside,' he replied.
'I am coming,' I replied.
With a nod at Stella, I left the room. I could feel the eyes of everyone on me as I walked, but I didn't let it affect me. I kept a stoic expression on my face and continued at a steady pace.
Once I went outside the pack house, I saw Ethan standing there along with Harry and Kevin, the guards he selected to join us. He was talking to them as I approached him, and I noticed that he looked dashing in his tuxedo. He had slicked his hair back to go with the tuxedo, and it made his features even more striking.
When he felt my presence, he turned towards me with a smile. The smile froze on his face when he took in my appearance. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open dramatically as he stared at me.
"Wow…" he whispered. But with my wolf senses, I could hear it as loudly as if he had shouted the words out loud.
"What?" I snapped at him.
"You look gorgeous!" he replied while still staring at me with what seemed like surprise.
I was not vain by any means, but his reaction made me feel as if it was the first time in my life that I was looking good. I felt irritated at the insinuation that I looked like an ugly duckling till day.
"So I am ugly without makeup?" I asked with a blank face.
His face turned red at my question.
"No… You are always pretty… I just meant…," he stuttered, trying to explain.
"Relax! I got what you meant. Now let's go," I said, saving him from making a fool of himself.
He nodded at me with relief apparent in his expression. Then he gave me a charming smile and pointed towards the Limousine waiting for us.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady!" he said.
I raised my brow at his antics before walking over to the car. As we started towards the Lunar Castle, the annoyance I felt at having to dress up faded away to be replaced by anticipation. Again, I had the feeling that I was going to face something very important soon. Why was I feeling like this? Well, let's find out…
Three weeks later…Kayla’s POVAfter I killed Stephen, we searched the mansion and found the papers of his research. We destroyed everything to make sure that no one would ever get the idea to create a race of wolves with magic ever again. Once that was done, we covered our tracks and ensured we left nothing that led to us. Done with our work, we left the place since the spell that blocked us from escaping had already gone down by then.The next day, I announced our relationship to my pack since I had no more reservations about it. The man had literally faced death for me several times, and I loved him as much as I could ever do anyone. There was nothing that stopped me from accepting our relationship wholeheartedly. The pack received the news with far more enthusiasm than I had expected. Even Ethan appeared to be genuinely happy at the way I accepted Zane, and I decided that it was time to let g
Kayla’s POV I stalked towards Stephen, and he stood there looking at me with wide eyes. He was no longer sporting the smug expression from before, and he didn’t look interested in my wolf anymore either. “Kayla darling…” he called out in a coaxing tone that one would use to soothe an aggressive dog. I let out a loud growl at him and he flinched and took a few steps back. “I am your uncle, remember? I am the only one left in the world for you. You don’t want to harm me, right? You don’t want to be alone in this world, right?” The red in my vision darkened at his stupid words, and I snarled in response. ‘And whose fault is it that I have no one else left? Weren’t you the one who killed my entire family, you bastard!’ I mind linked him and his eyes widened in response. That’s right. He never left the pack officially, and hence he was still a member of my pack. And I am still his Alpha…
Kayla’s POVI looked horrified as the men laughed and approached Zane. I tried to hit my hand against the golden cage I was imprisoned in. But just like the last time, I was thrown off by the electric sparks from it. My hand sizzled for a moment before the burn healed. Well, it means the burns would heal at least. If I could just tolerate the pain, maybe I could break the cage?With renewed vigor, I took a few steps backwards, stopping right before my back hit the edge of the magical cage. Then I gritted my teeth, ready to endure the pain, and leaped towards the cage and kicked it. But all my efforts were for nothing. Even though I forced myself to endure the pain, it didn’t help like I had hoped. Instead of passing through the cage with some burns, it just repelled and threw me from it. I fell on the floor and panted hard, not even feeling the burns in my feet. My heart was suffering more pain than my body. If I couldn&
Kayla’s POVStephen looked startled at my sudden confidence, but then he smiled at me condescendingly.“My dear niece, I hope you have no illusions that you could fight against all of us? Being a girl and a measly wolf at that, you wouldn’t have stood a chance even if they were ordinary wolves. But with their magic, you have lost before you even start.”I didn’t bother to respond to him before looking over at the men next to him. With narrow eyes, I speculated about their strengths and anticipated their moves. I couldn’t ignore any details without knowing what would help me in dealing with them.“Aww, the little girl really is thinking of fighting us!” one man teased me.I walked backwards, and their eyes twinkled merrily, thinking I was going to run away. But they frowned in confusion when they saw that I just stood behind Zane.“Oh, the p
Kayla's POV I looked at Zane with wide eyes and slowly turned to see Stephen standing there with a wide smile. He looked just as I remembered. As if he hadn't aged a day since the time I saw him five years ago. Come to think of it, he looked even younger than how he looked then. Either the life was really good for him or he had a few tricks up his sleeves to keep aging at bay. Given the crazy hunger for power he possessed, he couldn't have had a peaceful life that prevented him from sporting grey hair. And from the magic raging around us, he was definitely dabbling with wizardry and I had a feeling that it was also responsible for his youthful looks. I looked at him with a blank expression pasted on my face and even though his face looked exactly the same as when I had seen him when he was younger, he felt different somehow. Then I realiz
Kayla’s POVAs Raymond got busy with shouting instructions to his loyal followers, I slowly slipped away from him and walked over to Zane, who was standing there with a sour look.“Relax. You know I don’t care for his attention, right?” I whispered.“As if you cared about that when you saw Maggie flirting with me.”I flinched at the reminder of the witch and bit my lips when I realised that he wasn’t clueless about her pining like I thought he was. I had to give Kudos to his act, though. Even I was fooled into thinking that he didn’t notice her efforts.I looked up to see Zane’s nostrils flaring, and then he narrowed his eyes.“Just as I thought.”Huh?Zane looked at me with a smirk.“Guess who is reeking of Stephen’s scent?”My eyes widened in the realisation that Zane got Stephen’s