Moonlight Ballroom 소설 & 이야기

he said, and his voice held that particular low edge he used only when something was about to feel unforgettable. He led me to the center of the marble-floored ballroom, a space we rarely used. The chandeliers above glimmered faintly, their crystals catching the dim light like stars suspended in stillness. Moonlight slanted in through the long windows, painting silver streaks across the floor. And somewhere in the corner, a record player had started spinning. A soft jazz melody poured through the room—slow, dreamy, like honey on warm toast. "Dance with me," Lucas said.

I snapped out of my thoughts as my gaze landed on Mr Mason who had stopped walking as he stopped in front of a large clearing with a solid concrete flooring, nodding slightly and muttering inaudible words to himself before turning to us. "Listen up everyone," His commanding voice pierced through our ears, capturing our attention, "Normally, the Moon ball was held in the pack's event hall but today, it will be held...here," He smiled proudly, stretching his hands slowly to reveal an empty space with concrete flooring that ran through its length and breath. "In the woods?" I couldn't help but ask as curiosity got the best of me. My sharp almond shaped eyes didn't leave him as they stared at hi

The air was filled with the intoxicating blend of laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint melodies of a live jazz band. “This way,” Adams drew my hand as we dashed through the heart of Oakland's grandest party—The Moonlight Ball. Not even once a year, this was a special party that was only observed right before the swearing of a new Alpha King. The Moonlight Ball would act as his final opportunity to seek a bride of the thousand-and-one eligible spinsters and princesses that would come lining up in front of him. At the end of the night, he must then make his decision and the bride would move into the Villa without wasting a second. The marriage would be imminent—this was tradition. There w

So she nodded, pretending to agree, all the while her heart sank deeper into fear. When the wedding day arrived, the palace grounds were filled with music, flowers, and guests from every corner of the kingdom. Nobles in fine robes mingled with high-ranking warriors and dignitaries, their laughter and chatter echoing across the grand courtyard. Rina walked beside her parents, her gown flowing gracefully around her legs. She kept her head slightly lowered, avoiding the familiar faces from Moonlight Pack. She stayed far from Rafaele, her eyes carefully scanning the crowd and moving away the moment she spotted anyone from her former home.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The ballroom sparkled, a breathtaking display of beauty and a celebration of elegance. Crystal chandeliers, resembling constellations trapped in glass, filled the room with a gentle, golden glow, illuminating faces wrapped in luxurious silk and velvet. The air was alive with the sound of a live orchestra, their music dancing alongside the clink of glasses and the soft buzz of conversation. It was a realm of sophistication, where every detail whispered of wealth and privilege.

"Smile, Luna." Damon's voice was honey-sweet for their audience while his fingers dug into her waist hard enough to bruise. "Remember what happens if you embarrass me tonight." Crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across the grand ballroom of Treuman Estate as hundreds of elegantly dressed wolves mingled beneath them, their laughter creating a symphony of false civility. Luna stood at the entrance in a silver gown, her hand resting lightly on Damon's arm as cameras flashed.

Looked at her like she was the only person there. *I could be invisible and it wouldn’t matter. He’d still hang on her every word.* By the time we reached the orchards, something cold had settled in my chest. Not sadness. Anger. The kind that burned low and steady, waiting for a spark. “The mate ball will be held in the main pavilion,” I said. “We’re expecting over two hundred guests from twelve packs…” “Only two hundred?” Celeste’s eyebrows rose. “The Moonridge ball hosts five hundred. But I suppose with limited resources and experience…” She trailed off with a delicate shrug.

She would attend as a statement. The ballroom was the heart of Silvercrest's social soul. A vast, soaring space of polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers that scattered light into a thousand fractured rainbows, and walls lined with enormous mirrors that reflected the assembled pack back at themselves. Tonight, it glittered with forced gaiety, an attempt to project normalcy and strength in the face of the creeping terror of the virus. The music was a little too loud, the laughter a little too bright.

Gloria’s POV The notification sound on my phone was usually a soft chime. Tonight, it sounded like a gunshot. Then another. Then a hundred more, all going off at once until my clutch vibrated violently against my hip. I stood in the center of the Moonlight Ballroom, the crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows over the silk gown I had spent three months creating. It was supposed to be my night. The Mating Ball. The night Jaxson, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, finally claimed me.