The most formidable Alpha in the world, feared by rogues and the image of discipline, a barely five foot, young brunette?
Coral Martinez seems like your typical warm, fuzzy, Hispanic, young lady but this young woman is anything but warm and fuzzy...
A/N- That's Coral. I know that Freida Pinto is Indian but I imagine Coral to look like her
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Also, I imagine Dylan O'Brien as Ezra.
Ezra Lark makes his way through the unfamiliar corridors of the pack house with his set of trained soldiers. His team's shiny, dress shoes and patent heels clacked across the marble of the floor the sound resonating through the walls of the empty hallway.
"You couldn't have worn sneakers, could you?" Malcolm growled at his sister as she sauntered through the hallways, rolling her eyes but refrained from commenting, the mood was tense as it was.
On the other side of the mansion, Coral Martinez sat on a brown, leather chair, a little too big for her frame. Facing her, Simon Marchovitz nervously wiped his sweating hands across his pants under the scrutiny of the woman. Wishing for an interruption, the door opened.
Ezra lightly knocked on the door and awaited a response. After hearing the confirmation, Ezra quickly led his team in and formed a que near the wall. Facing the Alpha, they politely curtsied.
The woman dismissed the elderly gentleman and moved to face the poised men and women in front of her. Her body may have lacked in size compared to the warriors facing her but her aura that seemed to exude confidence and astuteness made up for it. She walked a bit, examining every single person in the exact room and though she couldn't quite understand why, her eyes kept on travelling towards the mysterious brunet who seemed to be the leader of this troupe.
Simon stood on the side, observing what was happening in the room. The presence of so many powerful bodies seemed to suffocate him. He was a lean man, taller than most but thin like a stick and standing next to the sculpted and chiseled men seemed to give him a complex. He glanced at this one man who stood out from the rest, their leader perhaps, and this man was one to rival the extreme personality of the Alpha, Coral. Now he was an observant man so it was pretty easy for him to detect the fleeting glances that were exchanged between the Alpha and the leader.
Ezra was sweating profusely, his hands were clammy, his neck was itching. Everything that could malfunction in his body, was malfunctioning and that too because of this, this....girl? He was Ezra Lark, the one who never faltered but this woman made him experience emotions, feel things he had never ever felt before, yet he stood his ground, taking the structured form of Captain, leader Ezra Lark. Ezra was brought out of his reverie when the Alpha spoke. She said in that authoritative voice of hers, surprising him too of how strong she sounded,"I assume you're the leader?" She asked him and continued on after the confirmative nod of Ezra's head," And I assume you are here to discuss the security of the pack grounds?" Again she waited for the confirmative shake of Ezra's head and then went on, "Well, Simon here will lead you to Ned who will help you find your rooms. For now you are dismissed, I will be speaking to you personally in a while. Do have a comfortable stay in the pack house and if any changes are to be made, please inform Ned of them." As Alpha Coral finished speaking, Simon stood up and opened the door for others to go outside but before Ezra could proceed, a voice stopped him,"Sir, as leader of the troop, I require to discuss some details with you. Could you wait for a moment?"
