CORONATION

Noir had left Ophelia sleeping in a bed for a quick morning run. He’d have loved to have both of them go together but they had binge-watched N*****x the night before so he decided to let her sleep.

It was finally the time for coronating Damon as Alpha. Although he carried out the alpha duties already due to the early death of his father.

Noir opened the door to the bedroom and immediately noticed Ophelia wasn’t in bed. He heard the shower running for a second more before it was turned off. She probably just took a shower.

“Princess?”, he called out for her.

“Hmm, I’m here”.

Noir walked into the bathroom to see Ophelia standing before a mirror with a towel around her body trying to dry her hair. He leaned on the doorpost and simply watched her. His lovely mate.

Water droplets rolled down her body, down places he hadn’t even seen. Truthfully, he was kind of jealous of them. Her glowing skin was now flushed from the heat of the water and her cheeks a rosy shade.

He walked towards her until he was directly behind her. Noir wrapped his hands around her middle and pulled her close to himself. He nuzzled his head in between the crook of her neck and hair and sniffed.

“You smell like me”, he said hoarsely, his voice full of emotion.

“I don’t know if you have noticed but there isn’t any feminine stuff in here”, she said with a soft chuckle.

Noir was busy placing kisses on her neck and shoulder before murmuring,“ You’re testing my patience, love”.

Ophelia shivered. His deep baritone voice against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Their eyes met as they looked into the mirror.

“The Alpha’s coronation’s tonight and of course, my love, are my date”, he announced with a smile. One of his heart-achingly beautiful smiles.

“But I don’t have anything to wear”, Ophelia said feeling a bit shy about her inadequacy.

“I’ll get you something. But try not to look too beautiful if you want those unmated wolves to keep their eyes” he said.

Ophelia blushed. Noir gave her waist a light squeeze before leaving the bathroom.

Noir was fixing his last button when Ophelia stepped out of the bathroom wearing the dress Noir had gotten for her. For a decent amount of time, Noir was silent. He just stared like a mute fool.

Ophelia began doubting her appearance when Noir remained silent. She rubbed her palms on her dress and thighs. Noir sensed her nervousness and snapped out of his trance.

“You look breathtaking, princess”, he said with a cheeky smile. Ophelia flipped her hair” I know “.

“For someone so nervous a while ago, you seem pretty confident now, “ Noir teased.

“The look on your face was all the confidence I needed”, Ophelia said and Noir kissed her cheek not wanting to smear her lipstick.

“Anything for you my princess”

“Only me?”, Ophelia teased

“Only you”

Damon looked at the tattoos that peeked out through his white dress shirt as he fixed his cuff links. Tonight was the night. The night when he finally gets crowned Alpha King. In truth, he wasn’t exactly pumped about being Alpha King but somehow life always had its way.

He heard a knock on his door and invited the person in.

“Alpha, everyone’s waiting downstairs”. A pack warrior said. He looked decent in his dress shirt and slacks. Damon nodded and excused the warrior. He heaved a sigh before wearing his jacket and leaving his room.

Damon heaved another sigh before walking into the room. Everyone rose including Noir and Ophelia with their heads bowed as a sign of respect. After settling down in his chair, everyone else took theirs.

The room looked lit, In the literal sense. Light bulbs were streaming down the walls giving the room a nebulous glow. It looked really good.

The ceremony was about to begin.

“This is going to take a while”, Damon murmured to himself, silently preparing himself for what was about to come.

***

“The Alpha King”, Noir announced to the cheering crowd and everyone hooted as Damon stood with the crown placed on his head.

“The Alpha king”, Ophelia said with a smile.

“The Alpha King”, everyone repeated cheering loudly.

Damon smiled. The positive energy that oozed from his pack was enough to get him smiling. At least he knew they had his back.

Everyone took their seat and the official celebration started. It was expected that Damon picks someone to dance with, from within the crowd that gathered but he wasn’t really in the toe-tapping mood tonight, so instead he asked, well ordered Noir to dance with his mate,

Of course.

Noir was nostalgic about the dance I mean, he did want to dance with Ophelia but then again all the attention would be on the both of them. He didn’t care that he could not dance but with Ophelia in that dress, Noir knew the attention wouldn’t be on him. And that bothered him, but Alpha’s orders were Alpha’s orders.

Ophelia was confident about her ballroom dancing. She’d taken some ballet lessons although they weren’t the same. She hoped she’d be able to wing it.

She didn’t fancy the idea of falling face flat in front of her new pack members but Noir being Noir would never let that happen.

Noir held Ophelia by the waist as the song played.

It was a nice, slow song. Perfect for the moment.

“I don’t know how to dance”, Noir whispered into her ear. His breath against her skin made her nerves stand on end.

“You’re doing just fine”, Ophelia replied.

“If I make it through this whole thing without stepping on you, you owe me something “. Noir said again. He probably hadn’t noticed the effect he had on Ophelia yet.

“And what would that be, my mate?”, Ophelia asked him and he smiled.

“You let me mate you”, he said. Ophelia couldn’t help but stiffen at his suggestion. She knew she’d been testing him and he had graciously endured. Especially all those cold showers.

Noir felt his mate stiffen against him. He wanted to face-palm himself for bringing up something like that at such bad timing but he couldn’t help it. Being around her and so close to her made his rational thinking fly out of the window.

“We have all the time in the world, my love”, Ophelia said in her French accent.

“I know but I can’t wait that long, princes, I’m sure you’ve noticed”, Noir said making Ophelia blush a cherry red.

“Soon, soon”

“How soon?”

“I don’t know, but soon”, Ophelia said

“I’d take your word for it, he replied with a smile, “Not so graciously but I will”

“Thank you”, she rested her head on his broad shoulders as he pulled her even closer to himself.

Ophelia didn’t notice their song ended and it was time for them to go back to their table. Noir had to nudge her for them to go sit down.

Another song started to play, and as the first few notes reached Ophelia’s ears, her mind registered. Her mind, her soul, and her wolf.

She looked down and started to notice that she was shaking uncontrollably. The vibration of her legs.

She was changing and that was the last thing she wanted at the moment. She stood up and quietly excused herself, ignoring Noir trying her best to manage the shaking.

Unknown to her, Damon was watching from the uplifted platform. And coincidentally his eyes had wandered toward her direction and noticed her shaking. And then suddenly she stood up, hurriedly leaving the hall.

“Was she ill?”, he thought to himself

But she didn’t look physically sick, “Or it is the music? But what about some old Mozart song that will make her shake so much? “, he couldn’t help but have these thoughts. He was curious and wanted to probe more.