The Alpha of Alareim

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Chapter Three

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I choke just a fraction as I watch the Alpha's son smirk and wave, never breaking his suave composure.

He looks like an exact half and half mix of his parents, with his hard jaw but soft, precise nose. I can't tell what color his eyes are from here but I know any color will go perfectly with his pushed back black hair. He looks lean but built as he stands, waving, in a dark black suit, with a sleek black bowtie.

I can't look away.

I can feel my wolf pacing within my chest, gnawing to get out and mate with him.

I don't blame her. He's... Beautiful. In a rugged, masculine way that I don't think I've ever laid eyes upon before.

I reluctantly look away from him to take a glance at Laenala, who watches the next Alpha, her thin, pink lips slightly open with awe.

"Ooh, I swear when I see that man I almost always orgasm on the spot," she murmurs to me.

I almost laugh but my wolf snarls within me. I'm lucky to keep it down.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously. Perhaps he's not my mate? If he makes all the females feel this way...

"He's just so handsome. And he reeks of dominance, confidence, and conceit. You know, the works," she pauses as her gaze flickers to me," I'm surprised you're not staring. He's gorgeous and with those qualities that you somehow find attractive all together , I'm surprised you haven't humped him dry yet."

Me either. My wolf yips at this and I force the smile forming away from my face.

"He is hot," I concede. He can't be my mate– Laenala talks about him much better than I could, and she's definitely not his mate. What sets me apart from the other females in Alareim fantasizing about a night with him? Or, rather, a life with him...

I realize that everyone is shuffling to sit down, which I do immediately, too, a red hot embarrassment flashing across my cheeks, as I was one of the last people to take my seat.

Laenala and Qesian snicker next to me. I silence them with a harsh glare that turns to an easy smile. When I pay attention to our Alpha and Luna finally, they are addressing the people and thanking them for coming. My eyes wander to the right of the Alpha, where his son sits, subdued, eyes searching through the crowd.

I look away before we exchange eye contact. Instead, I turn to Laenala, and whisper," what is the son's name, again?"

Laenala rolls her bright amber eyes at me and says," Aramis."

Aramis.

My wolf runs in circles within my chest, and I start to sweat. I observe my moistened palms, turning them upside down in my lap in hopes the sweat will evaporate off and ease this feeling.