Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

That was until I realized someone was yelling. “Why are you guys all fussing over her? Missy knows her place. She knows she doesn’t belong here.” “Missy?” Dean repeated, his eyes doing that blue glowy thing. “Missy Mistake,” I said. “That was my name in the pack, because of the whole Harry wasn’t my dad.” “Wow,” Dean said, shaking his head. “What?” Beth asked, looking genuinely confused. “Why are you all pretending that isn’t a problem?”

he pressed his head onto mine swallowing hard and I nodded pushing him to the chair and he complied. “Hand me your phone,” I opened my hand as he unlocked gripping it tight hesitantly, “I want a playlist so I can set the mood,” I said before he handed me the phone. “What are you up to?” He smiled, looking at me quizically and curious. “All you have to do is sit there for a while,” I said scrolling for the perfect song before I connected it to the Bluetooth speaker. “Maya?” “Shhhh,” I whispered, brushing my index finger at him as the song started to play. He didn’t put up a fight, but his eyes were lustful and waiting in anticipation.

Nicholas’ words trailed off as he gave the woman a gentle smile. “But you’d like to be more?” the woman asked, waggling her eyebrows. “It’s something special, isn’t it? To be young and in love?” “Love? I’m not in love—” Nicholas assured her, but mid-sentence, Nicholas’ attention was drawn to the stage, as the heavy red curtain shimmied across the stage floor. The crowd quieted. Molly stepped forward from the darkness of the stage into the spotlight. She wore a bright red wrap dress, tall black leather boots, and a crown made of mistletoe balanced on top of her head.

Guests at lower tables got up and started dancing as they waited for the meal to make its way around to them as omegas cut the roasts and served the guests while musicians played in the background. Rosalie, who had been drinking too much wine, turned her head when she heard a loud outburst of laughter coming from a table that was located close to the head table. Alex, who was dressed in a tuxedo and looked incredibly dashing, was seated in the middle of the table. While he was keeping his table entertained with whatever story he was telling, his eyes remained on Rosalie. He would look away from her for just long enough to give the impression to his tablemates that he was interested in the co

Alec stands there on stage, stunned for a moment, before a broad smile spreads across his face. He looks down at me, and even with the distance between us, I can see the love in his eyes. His lips move silently, forming the words I love you. “I love you too,” I whisper, even though he can’t hear me. I’m his Luna. This…this just can’t be real. Alec gives his speech. He thanks everyone for the confidence in him, and I’m so proud. The people voted for him. They want him to rule. Honestly? I think he’s a great Alpha. He always fought for what he believed was right, and that counts for something.

He had continued to dig through the decorations apparently, and had dug up an old fake sprig of mistletoe. “Isn’t that the stuff people hang up and then kiss under?” William asked. “Dad? Should we hang it up?” Joe asked, mischief sparkling in his eyes. It matched the mischief shining now in Liam’s. Apparently, they were both up to some shenanigans here. I wasn’t going to have that, not tonight, not when I almost kissed Liam twice already. So I stepped forward and held out my hand for the mistletoe. Joe shrunk a little, like he’d been caught doing something bad, and handed it over.

The man stroked Caterina's hair, then gave her a peck on the forehead. “We're getting married. Isn't that right, darling?” Leonardo looked at Caterina. Caterina nodded gently. “Alex, you'll be the groomsman.” Caterina said yes. “Wait a minute. You guys aren't prank on me, are you?” Alex asked for confirmation. “We're not that desperate to play a prank on you.” “Oh my God! What was I dreaming last night! Why are you guys getting married all of a sudden?” Alex looked very frustrated.

Suddenly, Elise was surprised when she saw a familiar face. “Hi,” said the man, grinning at Elise, who was now staring at her with her mouth agape. “Y-you—” “Judging by your reaction, it looks like you still remember me, huh… Elisabeth Galloway. Maybe you also still remember my body.” The woman named Elisabeth Galloway was about to get up from her place, but the man quickly approached her and stopped her steps, leading Elise back to where she was. “Tsk-ck-ck… why are you like a dog, anyway? It’s so good to run away like in the old days,” he sneered.

“I think I won this bet.” Arnold’s smirk deepened as he leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased with himself. Across from him, Irene looked thoroughly unimpressed. Or at least she tried to. The two of them sat together at the long dining table among the other alphas and lunas while music echoed through the enormous hall. Laughter rang from every direction. Couples danced. Warriors drank loudly. Women teased their mates openly. The celebration had only grown wilder as the night deepened.

With gentle, deliberate motion, he reached out with his free hand, softly brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering just for a moment on my cheek, as if to silently convey his tenderness and unspoken feelings. Daniel leaned in closer to me, his face just inches from mine, and softly whispered into my ear, "It's a wonderful night to be under a mistletoe with a beautiful woman." I looked up and realized we were indeed standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe. As I shifted my gaze back to Daniel, he unexpectedly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.