The Alpha of Alareim

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Chapter Two

Sorry I didn't have this published on time but I only have a few reads/readers so I don't think it's done too much harm!

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Pronunciations :

Zyneste : Zih-Nest
Ophion : O-Fee-On
Arandath: Ah-Ron-Dahth
Chryseis : Cry-Sees
Aramis : Air-Uh-Miss

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I stretch for what seems like the thousandth time today. Sleeping on Laenala's bed was never a good idea. Her and her mate Qesian like to sleep on a mattress that feels like a sheet of rock. I, however, have always preferred a soft, cushy mattress that I can leave an indent on, not the other way around. I left Laenala's home late this morning, grumbling and sore.

Now I stand behind Zyneste, tugging at the corset between her shoulder blades that laces all the way down to her waist. Of course she would pick a dress with a corset, it screams drama and sophistication.

I reach the top, tying the soft ribbon into a bow. "Perhaps you'll meet your mate tonight," I murmur, gauging her reaction carefully as I glance into the mirror she stands in front of. My elder sister sighs, tucking a piece of hair behind her pale ear. She turns and brings me in front of her, to look in the mirror.

"Little sister, you shouldn't really be saying that to an old bag like me. Tonight is yours! You have just turned of age to find your other half, this is the first time you can have a large crowd to sniff him out of. And yet– here you are, comforting your elder. I'm sorry I'm not more excited. It's just– I've been to so many of these since I turned nineteen. I do not wish the same fate upon you. Having to watch all your friends leave to make house with their mates, their bellies swelling with the weight of pups while you sit alone, not a hand to hold," Zyneste smiles sadly at me.

I turn and grab her larger hands in mine. "You'll always have mine to hold, sister," I smile at her.

"You know what I mean," she laughs, swatting me away and moving to her vanity. She looks at me thoughtfully for a moment. "I have a feeling you won't be here as much once you find your mate tonight. Mother and Father will be distraught when you leave; you're the better child when it comes to pastry making."

I shush her with a wave of the hand. "I don't think I'll find him tonight. Surely he can't be in Alareim. I would've seen him already."

"It doesn't matter, sister! Not until both you and he are of nineteen, then once you meet you will feel it," Zyneste calms me.

"Perhaps your mate is one of Ophion's friends, then," I chuckle.

"Caelia!" Zyneste laughs and hits my arm. "How rude! Besides, you know very well the male is always older. It is destined by the Moon Goddess herself. To better protect their mate."

I shake my head, still laughing at the thought of Zyneste's mate being a young pup of only nine like our brother Ophion.

As I continue to laugh, Ophion himself barges into my room, in his mini suit and undone bow tie.

"I can't do it! I just can't do it anymore!" He yells as he plops onto my bed.

"Do what, Little O?" Zyneste says with an arched brow, turning to look at him from the vanity.