Royal Twins of La Lune

Chapter 10 Alexander

"Here we go." Ian said in a voice of dread as he walked into my room.

"It's not a funeral Ian, Goddess." I shook my head at his attire. He was dressed in all black, from his shoes to his pants, his shirt, suit jacket, and tie.

"What? I look good in black." Ian shrugged.

I was standing in front of the mirror in my closet, looking over my outfit. I, too, was wearing black slacks and a black suit jacket, but my shirt and tie were dark green. I smoothed my hair down, tucking it behind my ears. Where Ian's hair was shaved on the sides and tossed lazily on the top, my hair was all one length and fell down to my shoulders in thick waves. I hardly ever wore my hair down, usually throwing it up in a messy bun, but today was a special occasion.

"The cars were pulling in all bloody day." Ian grumbled, moving towards my window and pulling back the curtain.

"That's kind of the idea." I said, rolling my eyes at his dramatics.

The Mating Ball wasn't just one day, it was an entire weekend of activities started by my parents as a way to bring together our entire species. Instead of forcing wolves to scour the world for their mate, hopping from pack to pack and hoping to meet their mate at some random meeting or pack treaty, they created a mutual event for everyone. Every single unmated, of age wolf was invited, no matter what pack they belonged to, if any pack at all.

On the first night, the introductory ball was held, the main event. This was the night you would meet your mate, if she or he were there. It was a grand night of food, drinking, and dancing. The only rules were simple: no mating, no sex, no marking, and no leaving the ball with each other. Day two was the "dating" period where mates got to know each other. Special events and activities were set up in and around the castle to help break the ice.

Sunday, the final day, was decision day. On this day, mates would decide to accept or reject each other, or to remain in limbo until they could better get to know each other, although this option was a rarity. The crown helped mates make arrangements if needed, making decisions on whose pack to move to and helped handle any treaties or negotiations that needed to take place. Occasionally, enemy packs mated and it was a huge mess for everyone involved.

"She's here, Alex." Ian said, pulling me from my thoughts.

"What?"

"She's here, I can feel her." His tone was serious, his eyes thoughtful.

"I know." I agreed, "I dreamt about her last night. It was the most real one, yet."

"She's a redhead, should be easy enough to spot." Ian said,

"Listen, man, if she really is from our high school then she's probably going to have some....feelings about us." I said hesitantly.

"I know, I know. She's gonna need her moment." Ian grumbled.

"Her moment? I think she's gonna need more than that." I chuckled.

"She's our mate and we're the kings. She'll be fine." Ian waved his hands around lazily. I eyed him with concern,

"I don't know...."

"It'll be fine, Alex." He huffed, annoyed at my overthinking. I decided to push it to the side for now.

"Come on, let's go, it's time." I said, adjusting my suit jacket and opening the door to my bedroom.

We walked side by side to the elevator and rode it to the bottom floor. Navigating the hallway, we found ourselves face to face with the entrance to the ballroom. To prevent any premature meetings, all of the men were ushered into the ballroom first, while the ladies were kept in the hotel right up until the start of the ball.