Medal Placement On Dress Blue Alphas Novels & Stories

I asked him. "Yes Alpha" "Thanks London you may leave now and please make sure that everyone is ready to leave tomorrow by 10 a.m. London slightly nodded and left me alone to prepare for the World Alphas Meeting, which will be held two days from now in Newyork. Every 10 years all the Alphas from around the world gather together and choose an Alpha to be the head of all the Alphas and to be titled as The Alpha's Alpha . The Alpha's Alpha has the job to maintain peace among Alphas and solve their disputes. There is only one way the Alpha of the Alphas is chosen and that is by fighting other Alphas , by showing that you are stronger than the rest of the Alphas, strong enough to lead other Alpha

“Freya.” “Which pack?” I hesitated for a second before answering. “NorthRidge.” Murmurs spread quietly across the room. The Alpha leaned back slightly in his chair. “What is a NorthRidge wolf doing alone in the middle of nowhere?” His tone was not soft, but it was not cruel either. I swallowed slowly. “I left.” One warrior frowned immediately. “You left your pack?” Another looked suspicious. “That never ends well.” The Alpha lifted his hand slightly, silencing them.

Three of them. Closing in from the northwest. Footsteps pressed low, but their breathing was too heavy. The ragged, ungoverned breathing of men fresh off a fight, adrenaline still slugging thick through the bloodstream. Two Betas. Each built like a slaughterhouse hand, wearing cured-leather armor with heavy curved blades at their hips. The Alpha leading them stood half a head taller. Bald. Three old scars clawed down the left side of his face, dragging from brow to jawline as though a wolf's foreclaws had raked him open and left the flesh to heal crooked.

"We've got this." The ceremony wasn't until moonrise, but preparation started immediately. Elder Thomas arrived at sunrise with ceremonial robes for both of us. "These have been worn by every Alpha and Alpha's mate in Silvercrest history," he explained, laying out the garments. "You honor the past while building the future." The robe was heavy—dark blue velvet with silver embroidery depicting pack history. Moons and wolves and trees intertwined in intricate patterns. Beautiful and weighty, both literally and symbolically. "I'll see you at the ceremony," Thomas said. "Until then, prepare yourselves. Meditate. Center. This is the last day of your old lives."

The Alphas never send anyone to get me, not even my personal maids, they come to get me themselves. And the surprise…fuck! How could I forget that the Alphas usually get me a nice dress especially when it comes to spending time with them in a romantic spot! God, I was a freaking fool! How could I not see it?! How could I not see past her body language? The nervousness, the tension pressing against her chest, the way she avoided eye contact, the fear in her when Penelope offered to come with me. The hesitation when I asked if she was going through the right path.

My mom won’t be very pleased, and my dad may actually be upset since I would be messing up his golden children’s day. I quickly take off to the packhouse, cursing myself for being late and also wearing what I’m wearing. Swearing in a new Alpha is a big deal, and you have to look nice at the ceremony. I opted for a knee-length, sleeveless black dress with red pumps. I always like to have an item stand out from everything else. Now, running in these pumps was just not the best idea for a dress. Then again, I didn’t plan to be late for the ceremony.

None of which were going to pair well with the tie I had bought for Kane, though. ‘We don’t need to be matching with him,’ my alpha hummed. ‘Tonight, we celebrate us. Tonight, we will arrive at that hall representing yourself, your medical team, and all the work that you’ve put into this pack.’ I never thought I could feel so comforted by a dissonant voice. One that had its own control over me. “You’re right,” I sniffled. “Let’s see what I can find.” I rummaged through the various hangers in search of a suitable dress. Aside from the dark blue one I had worn for that one Alpha gathering, the only other gown that was suitable was a dark crimson.

Diego answered. The Alpha games were not obligatory, but most packs typically participated in them. They were our version of the Olympics. It was a way to showcase a pack’s strength. It was also a way for packs to realize who they should not mess with, and which packs would be good to strike alliances with. Nightshade took first place the past five years. I was not certain about before that. “What do you want to do about all of this?” Kade asked me, setting his chin on my shoulder.

I wonder what he would think of me at that moment. The alphas are waiting for me in the lobby, each of them dressed in blue shirts and black pants with the Fall Mountain pack symbol on the chest, at heart level. I've seen the symbol around the house on random things, it's a mountain with wolves running in a circle around it, and the middle is full of stars. Boys seem imposing, frightening, and to me, a comfort. Trey is there too, looking just as nervous as everyone else. "Can't you tell her you're moving or something?" Then it stops, right? he asks, stepping in front of the alphas to greet me first. His voice is nothing but upset and my chest hurts.

I smiled at her glad at least I made a friend out of this mess and secretly hoping her alpha would choose me to join their pack. We quickly grabbed the last of the garment bags in her car and darted back up to my room before anyone could stop us. “So, I’m at conflict, wearing green like you because our alpha loves the color or wearing this blue I absolutely love.” She hung the bags on the door of my closet, opening them as she was speaking. A gorgeous blue fabric immediately caught my eyes, it screamed my new friend's personality, vibrant and fun. I helped her pull it from its bag, it was flowy and so pretty; the green dress was forgotten to me. This was her dress. “This one girly.” I smile