Medal Placement On Dress Blue Alphas Novels & Stories

I get up and grab a nice v-neck blue dress that goes down till it's a bit over my knees. I washed my hair before I got dressed and let it dry and stay down. I clip up one side with two bobby pins and apply a bit of make-up. I then hurry down the steps to see my father and brother are in black suits and my mother is dressed in a red dress that goes down to her mid-thighs. When the Alpha meets with the entire pack, it is required that we all dress nicely. I grabbed an apple to eat on the way. " Why do we need to meet?" I ask.

They covered my shoes which were a very simple sock-like and surprisingly comfortable fit. On top of the whole fit was a huge robe that covered part of my arms. The inside of the robe was black and decorated with golden floral patterns and the outside was white and faded into black at the bottom. This attire has been passed from the very first Alpha of Midnight Summit who was my grandfather up until now. Every pack Alpha has to wear it during the tournament to respect tradition. I’m glad mine isn’t the worst looking at least. “Xavier, remember what I told you.” Beta Walter said as he patted my shoulder. I nodded and moved my hair out of my face to tie it at the back of my head.

And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Darren. My breath caught in my throat. He wore his traditional Alpha ceremonial robes, deep blue with silver embroidery that caught the candlelight. His eyes found mine across the distance between us, and everything else—my nerves, my fears, even the weight of all we’d been through—melted away.

All the Alphas dressed in their best, making alliances and deals over expensive food and wine. I wore a deep blue dress that Maya had packed. Simple but elegant. My silver hair was pulled back, showing my face clearly. Kaden was there with Seraphina. She looked stunning in a red dress that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. She kept touching Kaden possessively, marking her territory. But Kaden’s eyes were on me. Always on me. I pretended not to notice. Focused on conversations with other Alphas. Alpha Catherine introduced me to several influential leaders. They asked about Crescent Ridge, about my plans, about the Silver Moon bloodline.

Apart from that, her makeup is minimal at best. Hera styled it with silver-coloured high heels and a silver clutch. Claire, on the other hand, decided to wear an ink blue coloured dress, as the coloured red, black, and White are prohibited to wear during the coronation. "But you made me wear a dress dress" Hera pointed out. "Thats because you need to wear an outfit that matches the Alpha" she clarified again. "But you just said.." Hera began, only to be stopped by Claire. "We are not allowed to wear those colours. But you are special to Alpha Logan. You can wear them without any consequences" she explained.

I said and he tilted his head. “Do you think the other mark was made by her mate?” I asked and he nodded. “Plausibly so, especially since the mark was made by an Alpha” I told him and he gasped. “What? An Alpha? How can you tell?” He asked. “Alpha marks tend To be bigger than marks made by other wolves” I told him and he nodded slowly. “You remember when she unknowingly cried at the hospital? I felt the strength of her wolf, the strength of a Luna but it was gone so quickly that I thought I had imagined it” He said and I nodded because I had felt it too.

The upcoming mating ceremony will be a momentous event, and our preparations will ensure it unfolds smoothly and securely. After the long meeting with Richard, my stylist comes to dress me. As I stand in the dimly lit room, the stylist drapes the rich, deep green fabric around me. The material molds itself into my powerful frame, accentuating both strength and elegance. Silver-threaded embroidery gracefully adorns the fabric, depicting the emblem of our pack—a symbol of unity and strength. The stylist meticulously works to ensure the fit is perfect, and with each adjustment, my commanding presence becomes even more pronounced, a reflection of the authority I hold as the Alpha.

With the fact that he was only so young during the time. I nodded, not explaining any further. It would be embarrassing for Thomas if I did. Recalling the way his back on the ground, with his face twisted in pain after challenging me into a duel. He was just presented as Alpha during the time. I do somehow understand him being enthusiastic about it. “This is my territory. What makes you think you can stop me?” He suddenly snarled, still on his defense stance. “Don't be all too defensive now, Thomas. I am merely doing you a favor.” I shrugged, giving an unimpressed look towards him.

If this man came here and showed me more respect than what the others forced upon him, this discussion wouldn’t become half as aggressive as it is now. I don’t ask for much. If you come to my home as a guest, show respect and don’t try to appear to be better than everyone else. I might be the Alpha, same as my brothers, but in general, we’re all equal here. If he has an issue with that - he knows where the goddamn door is. “My apologies, Alpha Lazarus, I didn’t mean to touch sensitive subjects,” he grumbles and finally removes the filthy boots from the coffee table.

Zoe immediately deviated from the tailor. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room to inspect Ilario. He still had his arms stretched out and legs slightly apart with pins in his burgundy and black jacquard blazer and black pants. It was a vague tradition that the ranked members had to follow. Alpha and Luna rank the ceremonial clothes must include gold. Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red.