Medal Placement On Dress Blue Alphas Novels & Stories

“And you can keep your weapons in the inside of your jacket. This is a formal event and I want you to fit in.” My dress has been made for me months ago by a local seamstress. Only just saw it this morning. It’s blood red, which is a common colour for this kind of ceremony. It makes me anxious, though. It makes me seem like some kind of sacrifice, not an Alpha wishing for the well-being of her Pack. “I understand,” Cal breathes, brushing the tailor off. Before I go off to get dressed myself, I make a visit to see T. I have to make sure the Guards are succeeding with my orders.

I say and mean it. The Luna is in a light purple dress, off the shoulder, flowy thing that complements her, while hiding the fact that she is expecting. I only know because I’m me, and I sense such things faster than her wolf counterpart would. She is in flats, further making my point and minimal makeup. The Alpha is in a purple dress shirt a shade darker than his mate, dress pants and practical black shoes. Smart if one is going to run somewhere. Maybe he expects the evening to go awry at some point.

They all looked brutally handsome in their matching dark blue suits, with their hair slicked back and their dark alluring features beckoning to every female that walked past them. That would explain why Levita was clinging to Zephyr’s arm for dear life; she didn’t want anyone snatching her precious trophy. Little did she know that that same arm had been wrapped around my waist while he railed me mercilessly in a wedding dress three days ago. Just thinking about it made my throat close up and my insides heat up. It was a memory that would always arouse me. “Let’s head in, it’s about to begin,” Alpha said to me, walking ahead of me like my period was contagious and deadly.

Suddenly everyone got up from their chairs and I did the same, only this time the girl took me by the shoulder. -We are going somewhere else, don't worry, it's a safe place. I got a little nervous, every approach was very strange for me. I couldn't organize my thoughts, I hated being an alpha for me it was a responsibility I hated. Everyone expected me to take initiative and leadership for everything, so most of my life I said I was beta or omega. Now I was feeling that suffocating pressure again. [...] We left half an hour later from that place quite impatient. We didn't know what we would meet in the course of the trip.

he followed after me, pulling his shirt off over his head. Sophie was supposed to be helping me decide which of the four outfits I’d had made to wear. Not point out all the reasons why each was the perfect choice. It was traditional for Alphas to wear all black, and for their mates to wear all white. I was technically an Alpha’s mate, but I was also an Alpha myself. I couldn’t decide between black and white; or pants suit and evening gown. “Maybe if you show me the jewelry you planned to wear?” she frowned indecisively.

Dallas’ p.o.v. “Did you see the dress code for the Ceremony?” Jesper asks, while turning it towards Joshua. “No, I didn’t. I don’t need to know, because I will be wearing my uniform.” I reply as I sit down behind my desk. Usually the dress code for an Alpha and/or Luna Ceremony is similar, you show up in the colors of your Pack. In some cases they just ask you to wear something with your Pack’s emblem on it, for men that usually means a tie with the emblem on it and most women wear a brooch or scarf with the emblem on it.

“Then let’s show these assholes who the fucking supreme is! He said with a big smile. I smile back and put on my high red heels. I looked at the dress in the mirror once more. It was black and classy. But also, very tight almost like it was made for my body showing every curve of it. I wasn’t necessarily trying to be sexy but since none of the other alphas had seen me before I was going to make an entrance. I was confident in my ability as an alpha and in my leadership even though it was continuously disputed. But I was also more than comfortable and confident in my own skin. So, showing of my body in this dress was going to add to my power and right to be supreme alpha as a strong woman.

That happened last year. Kylie fumbles to get off her brown leather shoulder bag, but it is stuck in the fringes of her blue, white and green sweater. “The Alpha is coming, the Alpha is coming.” Kylie laughs, as she finally ends her fight with her bag. She takes a seat, causing the bottoms of her dark brown ankle boots to squeak on the floor.

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

I ripped the lower half of my dress as they took his shirt off and I rolled a ball of it and placed it on his wound and then wrapped another longer piece around his waist four times. Four men lifted the alpha as members of the other pack gathered around their alpha to investigate the situation. We really won, we did it, I couldn't just grasp the concept because none of it would be worth anything if we had won at the cost of Alpha Ryan's life. * "You should take a rest now." Beta Devin put one hand on my shoulder.