Aura Brushed の小説・ストーリー

The dress was simple yet elegant with no decorations but the color stood out as it fitted all her curves at the right place. "Wow Bri you look amazing" Avy complimented her. She smiled at her as she tried to hide behind her mate. Her face reassembled a tomato as she cursed Eric mentally. 'You know I can hear you right sugarcube' Eric replied. Avy looked at Taylor expectedly as he signed. "Fine" he heaved. "Bri you look ugly" he stated earning a slap on his head. "You look like vomit to" the beta female commented from behind her mate.

she looked back over her shoulder at the two girls who were now dancing. "Friends is probably a stretch. I don't think you can call them friends if you don't know their names." Aurora chuckled, "The blonde is Jen, and the brunette is Dani. Boom, now your friends!" I hummed as I looked at the two before bringing my eyes back to Aurora. Taking in her features, I noted the grey cardigan she wore atop a blue blouse with a pair of black leggings and some flat boots. Her hair was straight, and makeup was minimal, her signature headphones missing.

Kian asked, nudging him hard enough to knock him forward and out of his stupor. “Oh, right,” Aaron replied, a shade of red creeping up his neck. He waved at Aislyn O’Malley, and she raised her hand slightly in recognition before she smiled in return, which lit Aaron’s heart on fire. Then she turned away, following her mother across the yard. “You’re such a dolt,” Kian said, a smirk forming across his face. “One glimpse of Aislyn and you turn into a blabbering fool.” Aaron felt a bit embarrassed, but he knew what his friend said was true. “I guess I just can’t help it,” he replied, running his hand through his light brown hair. “She’s… beautiful.”

Every eye landed on me again. This time the silence felt even worse. Alpha Victor frowned. Luna Evelyn blinked. The happiness slowly disappeared from their faces. Confusion replaced it because they had finally seen me and not Selene. I was not some powerful Alpha's daughter. I was the awkward girl standing beside a spilled wine stain. The girl wearing a simple black dress. My mother suddenly looked horrified. "Aria?" My father looked equally shocked. "No." The word slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. Kael frowned. "You know her?"

Carefully, she pushed against it. It moved. Barely. Like something deep beneath water shifting just enough to disturb the surface. Her eyes opened again, a frown forming. “That’s it?” “Again,” Darius said. She tried a second time, this time with more intent. The response came quicker. A faint ripple passed through the air, subtle but undeniable. The temperature dipped just enough for her to notice. Aria looked down at her hands, unease creeping in. “That’s not how it works.”

Toasts were made, to absent mates whose names still lived in hearts, to pups who had shifted for the first time, to the strength that had carried the pack through another brutal year. Aurora sat at the high table between Ethan and Jason. She wore a simple aqua dress that matched her father’s eyes when they glowed; her hair was braided with silver threads the elders had woven in for protection. She smiled at the little ones who came to show her their drawings, but her gaze kept drifting to the high arched windows where rain streaked the glass in silver ribbons. The storm had been building all day, low clouds, electric air. She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather.

The substance smelled citrusy, very different from the chemicals her mother used. Strand by strand, the truth appeared. White. White. White. The brown was just a shell. “You should be proud of that,” Samira murmured. “I would give anything to have hair like that. In Tron, everyone will notice you at dinner. And not in a bad way.” Aurora held onto the edge of the chair. She was nervous, but there was a spark there. A warm spark. Pride? Maybe. Samira finished applying the liquid and began combing carefully.

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”