7: The Moonlit Ball

My eyes moved from Dominic to Jacob as I took a bite out of my food.

We were having lunch, and the silence was heavy. Dominic wore his usual smirk, but unlike before, it made me uneasy, almost as if he knew something. Maybe something about me and Noah.

I had noticed the way he looked at us when he saw us together in the study room. It was almost like he suspected something, but I wouldn’t give him a reason to. It was already bad enough that I had dragged Noah into my mess. The last thing I wanted was for him to get into trouble because of me.

I know that if Jacob or Dominic finds out anything about my past relationship with Noah, they won’t spare him.

"You want more salad, Luna?" Dominic asked, breaking the silence. "I see you’re almost done with yours." He flashed me a smile as if trying to ease my racing heart

"Yeah… umm… I’ll have a little," I said.

He smirked and reached to serve me, but Jacob quickly stepped in. "I can do that for her." He snatched the serving spoon from Dominic and dropped a huge amount onto my plate, not caring if it was too much.

"Thanks," I said to Jacob, forcing a smile. That man had serious issues. He was always jealous whenever Dominic tried to be a gentleman toward me, which was strange since Jacob himself never cared to act like one.

We continued eating, and the silence returned until Jacob finally spoke. "We have a Moonlit Ball to attend tonight."

"Sweet," Dominic grinned.

"You mean the Moonlit Ball?" I had to ask again. The Moonlit Ball is one of the grandest events in history. I had never been to one since I’m an omega, but I’d heard a lot about it. Back in school, all the girls always said how cool it was and I’ve always wanted to attend it.

Jacob glanced at me briefly. "Yes. We’ll be leaving in two hours, so after lunch, you should go get dressed and… wear something nice."

"Okay," I said with a nod.

"We are going to have a great time there, right, Luna?" Dominic added.

Jacob shot him a deadly glare, then turned it on me. I didn’t dare respond. I simply kept eating my food.

After lunch, I headed to my room to start getting ready for the Moonlit Ball. For some reason, I felt so excited. I knew I shouldn’t be, not when I was going with Jacob, but I couldn’t help it. It was like the little girl inside me is very happy because she’s finally getting the chance to attend the event everyone once said she never would.

When I walked into the room, I saw a dress lying out neatly on the bed.

Without even thinking, I knew it was from Jacob. He had mentioned that I needed to look good for the event, so of course he would have chosen something for me.

I slipped into the dress. It was a sleek black gown, simple yet elegant, the kind that hugged every curve without trying too hard. The fabric flowed like liquid silk, clinging to me as if it had been made by someone who knew my body shape exactly. It fit so perfectly that it almost felt custom-made.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. As much as I hated to admit it, Jacob has good taste when it comes to dresses. I actually looked… beautiful.

I put on my shoes and left the room. As I walked down the stairs, the sharp sound of my heels echoed against the floor, drawing every eye to me.

Jacob was on the phone ranting about something, Dominic stood close to him, his hand in his pocket. And Noah was there too, standing behind them like a silent guard.

Noah’s gaze found me first. His eyes softened, and for a moment, he looked like he had forgotten how to breathe, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

Dominic, on the other hand, smirked openly, his eyes sweeping over me from head to toe in a way that made my skin prickle.

And then there was Jacob. He dropped his phone the instant he saw me, his expression filled with awe. For just a second, I could see he was completely lost in me, but as I reached the bottom of the stairs, his face hardened and suddenly he looked angry…. No, no, he looked furious.

He stormed toward her, voice low but seething "Where the hell did you get this dress?"

My eyes widen at his sudden anger. Is he serious right now?

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could utter a single word, he clasped my hand tightly "Take it off now!"

"What?"

His eyes only fueled with more anger "Don’t make me repeat myself, this is not your dress so take it off!" His voice grew louder.

When I didn’t answer, his grip on my wrist tightened as he pulled me up the stairs. His steps were quick and rough, and I stumbled trying to keep up with him.

"Where are you taking me? Let me go!" I cried, but he didn’t stop.

I tripped a few times, but he didn’t care. He just dragged me along, his hold on me like iron.

"Jacob, let me go, you’re hurting me." I winced but he didn’t care. He didn’t even look back at me.

When we reached the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door I had never seen before and pushed me inside the room. He came in right after, slamming the door shut. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes burned with a mix of frustration and anger.

"What is your problem?" I yelled, rubbing my sore wrist. I just couldn’t understand why he was upset when he picked the dress for me.

"You shouldn’t have worn this dress," He said, his voice sharp.

The way he said it made my stomach twist.

Why did it feel like this might be the end for me?