Bad Boy Alphas

4.2 | Let's Attend a Ball

Much to the surprise of the Blood Moon Pack, the ball of the century appears overnight. Just the other day, Cyrus recalls this same area, these same sparse hunting grounds, being a wide expanse of desolate wilderness. There used to be nothing for miles on end. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere.

But tonight, the trees and mounds of snow that were once here part ways to welcome white pillars and domed rooftops. Tinted glass panes line the front of the grand building—no, massive palace before them.

On cue, and after recognizing Cyrus, the front double doors swing open all on their own. There is no one behind the scenes, no other mysterious entity coming to introduce themselves. It seems as though everything in this ballroom building is quite lively and animated. Sentient!

Grace, whose slender arm is interlocked with his own muscular one, flinches at the sudden course of action. Her red hair, shiny and styled in a side braid with tiny white jewels speckled across the interwoven locks, nearly jolts at the loud sound of the doors being open.

Meanwhile, Ram jumps up and yelps in surprise. Goosebumps stand on end, practically jumping out of his skin. Chuckles overtakes Cyrus as he smacks a hand against the back of his second-in-command.

"You wimp!" Cyrus ruffles up his hair for comedic measure. "You call yourself an alpha when you're more scared than Grace over some doors opening by themselves?"

"Dude, I didn't know things were alive here!" Ram nearly shudders. "That's creepy!"

"What'd you expect, man? It's magic!" Cyrus spreads his free hand, the one not connected with Grace, above him in a dramatic gesture. "I'm sure Luna can do anything!"

Meanwhile, Grace lightly pats Ram on the arm before flashing him a sympathetic smile. Once all three of them, alongside a few other alpha soldiers following behind, stride down a dark blue runway carpet, they take in the majestic wonders of the ballroom.

It seems as though the doors that greeted them earlier aren't the only things alive. Upon their arrival, confetti poppers hovering from crystal chandeliers drop down before spraying Cyrus and the rest of his pack members with specks of white glitter.

In response, Cyrus grins while basking in the glory of the glitter and confetti, even going so far as to strike a confident pose that involves raised arms and flexed muscles.

Already, a few other werewolf packs outside of Blood Moon have been gathered and are currently making themselves comfortable with a variety of refreshments. Their heads all swivel to where Cyrus is, followed by a surge of whispers and murmurs creeping in the background.

Lumare and Frosthide are here. That much is obvious with a cursory glance around the dance floor. It seems like the packs that he personally owns, Slay Saber and Hellhounds, aren't here yet. In the crowd, he still squints, trying to discern where Jax is since he did recognize a few other alpha soldiers from Grave Shadow roaming around.