The Alpha's Girl

Grace - The Ball

*A little bit of smut here*
Word count: 1844

*Grace Harper POV*
After, Louise and I were done getting ready, adding the finishing touches and taking pictures of ourselves, we desended down the grand staircase leading down to the ball hall, everyones' eyes turned towards us and the whispering began, I don't know what Louise heard bu this is what I did:
"Oh my Goodness, isn't that Alpha Harper's daughter and his beta's daughter? Don't they look amazing"
"I must say, the little girls look wonderful indeed!"
"Aren't they just beautiful"
And even one from the sexist males, "Imagine having any of them as your mate, how good she'd be"
I felt flattered, really, but I didn't like people staring at me like that, it felt creepy and wierd.
The hall was golden with arcs and paintings on the walls and ceiling, two golden chandeliers hung beautifully from the ceiling, the tables were set out near the walls to make psace for the wooden dance floor. People were hanging around with champagne in their palms, fake-laughing and trying to make alliances with other strong or stronger packs. I looked around at everyone but stopped when a guy aproached me, I smiled, trying to look as polite as possible, without looking like I want to reject him and send him away, because he clearly wasn't my mate and IF he thought that, I'll try to tell him off and send him away without trouble. Yeah, that seems like a good plan. "Hello there, what is a beautiful lady such as yourself doing standing here all alone, without a partner," stupid boy asked (stupid boy is his nickname for now, just until I learn his name) "Thank you, but I would rather wait for my mate to come," was my answer (I don't know if that was a good response, but I honestly thought it was fine) he looked taken a back by my response, because his eyes grew large but he quickly hid it and instead asked, " Are you mated? Because if the Alpha's daughter was mated, I think it would be the biggest news ever, right?" I ansered with "I know, but I am waiting for him to maybe show up or come forth, so far he hasn't" I shrugged my shoulders as elegantly as I could. "I'm sure I can be the perfect match for you, since I am perfect and you are perfect we should belong together," I was taken a back by his response, because 1: I wasn't perfect, 2: He wasn't perfect, 3: he was a big jerk and he was very arrogant, 4: I didn't even like him and 5: we aren't mates. That was an enough reason. "Okay, hold the fuck up! You think that you can just waltz here trying to act like my mate, when you clearly aren't and 1: I am not perfect, 2: you aren't perfect, 3: you are a big jerk and you are very arrogant, 4: I didn't even like you and 5: we aren't mates! So run off and try to find some other girl to make your slut!" I seethed at him before walking off.

Blinded by my anger, I didn't see where I was going until I bumped hard into something and yelped, I think it's a wall. The 'wall' apparently steadied me by my waist and pulled me to him, by then I already figured out the wall was a He and that he had a really hard chest, almost like a wall. My face was buried in his chest and my hands clutched his shirt tightly, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist and our bodies were pressed together so tightly. His cologne, it smelled like ginger and pine trees, and my heart melted. All of a sudden, nothing mattered, as if it was only me and this person alone in our own little bubble of happiness, I felt safe in his arms, it felt like home and I knew, I knew that this guy, this guy is my mate and I love him already. His nose was pressed to my hair and I could feel him take in deep breaths of my scent, it felt amazing to have him there, next to me, his body warmth radiating off him and rolling onto me. Oh God, they weren't lying when they said meeting your mate is magical. It truly was. I felt all of that and I didn't even know his name yet. Crazy. I know.
We stayed there until he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around my waist, just a bit more loosely. He looked at me, just looked at me, and said nothing. I became worried that he may not like how I looked or maybe I was too clumsy. I thought I looked good, maybe he didn't think I did, and I became worried.
He was easily the most handsome man ever, maybe 20, he was tall, about 6'7 (200.5cm) towering over my 5'4 (162.5) figure, he had raven black hair, that looked so soft and fluffy that I just wanted to run my hands through it and feel if it's as soft as it looks. His eyes were a dark, warm, brown colour, his lips were so perfect and plump and so kissable. His eyebrows were dark, thick and his jaw and cheekbones were defined, his hands were big and rough, holding my slim waist, the two of them can carry me like a baby. He looked like a God. Then, I realised, this man is Dimitri Halifax, the most powerful alpha out there. Oh. My.God. My mate was Dimitri Halifax. Wow. My face was set into a frown though, and I remembered what other people said about him, he was rough, hard, cruel and harsh. He was cold-hearted and that was why I was frowning, I thought what if he doesn't love me? What if he just leaves me here heart-broken and mate-less?
His right hand reached over to my brows and smoothed the frown-lines there. "What's wrong amour mio?" He asked, his voice was deep, rough and silky-smooth and with his Italian accent, it was so sexy and I was sure I would be melting right there if he wasn't steadying me. I coughed and said, "Nothing, u-uhm, can we talk in a-uh- more private setting, I feel like everyone is watching, it's making me queasy."
Dimitri laughed and lead me to a secluded corridoor. His laugh was deep, enchanting and sexy, I can listen to that all day. I think my knees gave out just by hearing it. Dimitri pushed me up against the wall and trapped me between the wall and his body.
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Literally.
He looked me in the eye and moved his head down towrds my face and his gaze fell on my lips then my eyes, he repeated that same motion 3 more times as if asking for permission and inched his head closer to mine and I did the same until our lips were an inch apart, I had my arms draped around his neck and his arms were secured around my waist. My lips brushed against his and that was all I needed. I kissed Dimitri with all my passion, love and pain, I put all my emotion into our kiss and I could feel his emotions there too; hope, anger, pain, love and adoration. The kiss started out sweet but a few mintues in, it was starting to get heated. One of my hands was digging into his hair and other one was exploring his hard chest and abs that were visible through his shirt. Dimitri broke our kiss and dipped his head down to my neck, kissing, nipping, sucking at every spot he can find, he kissed the area where my neck meets my shoulders and I moaned, Dimitri began sucking and biting at the skin there, it was painful but there was pleasure too. With each kiss and bite I was a moaning mess. For each moan I gave, a sexy growl would emit from Dimitri's throat. After a bit of sucking, biting and nipping at my neck, Dimitri came back up and kissed my lips, running his toung along my lips I allowed him in and our toungs danced and fought for dominance, Dimitri, of course, ended up winning and I let him explore my mouth and taste me.
We pulled away gasping for air.  He leaned his forhead against mine and pecked my lips one more time. "cazzo, sei bellissima amore mio" I didn't understand what he said because I didn't speak Italian, but I thought it was very sexy. Seeing my confused face, Dimitri chuckled and repeated what he said in, only in English this time, "Fuck, you're so beautiful my love," I blushed and looked down, but he pulled my chin up, making me look him in the eye. His look was so intense it could burn gold, I was a blushing mess underneath his watchful gaze "I-uh-ye- you too" I mentally face-palmed for stuttering "I'm beautiful? Because last time I checked I happened to be a man,"  Dimitri said raising one eyebrow at me. I shuffled my feet and figeted with my hands, trying to keep myself busy, if I looked at him right now I'd fall into his trance and I didn't want that. So I came up with all the courage I could find in me and said, "No, I-um-I meant that you're a-a very aaahh-handsome too" UGGHH, it still came out weak. He pecked me once more and pushed himself away from me. "Come on mio amour, I need to meet your parents now, right?" I smiled and pointed in the direction my Dad's office supposed to be in, Dimitri followed behind me, but then I remembered it was the other way and then turned that way instead, I heard Dimitri chuckle behind me and the sound made me blush.

On the way to my dad's office, Dimitri sneaked his arm around my waist and pulled me back to him so that my back was facing his front. I gasped as I felt his minty breath fanning my neck, "Did I tell you how sexy you look in this dress amour?" I shook my head because I didn't trust my voice at the moment, "Mmmm, well you look sexy in this dress amour."
"I-uh Dimitri we need to get to my dad's office."
He pulled away,"Yes, we do and did I tell you how sexy my name sounds coming out of your lips." I blushed a deeper shade of red (if that was possible) and muttered a no. We continued our way to dad's office and all the way there, Dimitri kept his hands on my waist from behind and he would kiss and bite my  cheek, neck and jaw.  It felt wonderful.