1 | NEW MOON

II

Important ecounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other. - Unknown

Selene Sinclair's P.O.V.

Sunlight seeped into my room, and I groaned in annoyance as I realized I had to wake up. Sophia, the head maid, started tidying up my room as she had began to criticize me about my tidiness. All I did was groan.

I then decided to pull off my sheets, walking to my bathroom as I started to freshen myself. I entered the shower, letting the crystal-like water droplets fall upon my body. The water fell onto my black locks, darkening them further. I washed my hair and body, departing from the shower

When entering the closet of mine, the gears in my head had started to work as they attempted to formulate an outfit for the day. I pulled on the white silk blouse, the blue wash jeans, my black and leather brown Jeffrey Campbells, and my black leather jacket.

I walked over to my vanity table, plucking the black mascara tube and applying some on my eyelashes. After applying lipstick, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and made my way downstairs. Seated at the head of the long table of the pack house dining room was my father, my mother to his left and Titus to his right, my seat next to Titus.

I pecked my mother and father's cheeks, ruffling Titus' inky hair on the way to my seat. He grumbled at my actions, crumbs and crumbs of food that he had eaten falling out of his mouth. I scrunched up in disgust as I started picking food and placing them onto my ceramic white plate.

While been too engrossed into my food, I had failed to notice that my fellow pack members were on edge more than usual. The room was an eerie quiet, small whispers and chatters were the only sound in the room. Mother and father were probably having a mind linked conversation.

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways, and I had finally realized why everyone was on edge today. The Alpha King is coming today.

Something about his name or that title that would send ripples and ripples of shudders down your spine. The ruthless person who could not care for one's sake but his pack. The stories and legends of the most perplexingly fearless pack had always been the bedtime stories told to pups. Now, today, my fatr had been sealed that I would be meeting the murderous and brutal pack known to wolf kind.

The handful of hours before the superior pack had arrived was hectic, to say the least. People went to clean the wing that the Alpha and his accompaniment will be residing at, some prepared feats for the day, and others were at the pack study; the place the said important meeting will be held.

My job? Just sit around and laugh at failed attempts of people trying to make this place seem more superior and grand. Well, of course before father caught me and started disciplining me.

The stress lines were evident on his face as he paced about the house. Ruscus was heard all over ever corner of the house which only infuriated father even more. My mother came to the rescue as she had finished her duties in the kitchen.

"Gavin, honey, why don't you take a seat for me?" My mother's sweet and calming voice echoed through the noise, as she gestured for one of the help to get her a glass of water. When the water arrived, my father gulped it down in milliseconds, the action making my blood run faster than it already had been. My father never acted this way.

He was strong. He was independent. And most of all, he was fearless. That's what made him and his pack notorious. And this sight before me, the gut wrenching, toe curling sight of the strongest Alpha of the glorious Blood Moon pack losing it all.

Suddenly, Taylor, the High Warrior of our pack, came storming in, short of breath and face resembling a tomato. I knew beforehand what he woulf inform us of, but the news still surprised me. "The Alpha King is here." Those five spine-chilling words had everyone, and I mean literally everyone, halt to a stop.

My father, Alpha of the Blood Moons, stood up high and proud. He dismissed every unnecessary personnel present. Walking to the front yard of our grand pack house to greet the notorious Alpha King, I went to soothe my quench with a icy cold drink. After reaching for the medium sized water bottle from the fridge, I downed the water.

My instinct caught smell of an intruder, a smell I could not recognize. It was almost, soothing, my wolf purring in delight at it caught wiff of the calming smell.; a mixture of leather, wood, and masculine cologne. But all that calm and soothing had been pushed to the side, as the fighter side of me had risen, assessing the possible threat.

I could hear with my enhanced hearing the sound of strong and loud footsteps, almost Alpha-like. But I could not recognize the way someone walked like that, I have never encountered someone who walked that way.

I resumed to pretend messing with things on the counter, my hearing caught on to the further nearing person. In a haste to defend myself, I turned around, sending a roundabout kick to the person.

But I did not hit the target, which perplexed me more further. He caught my jean clad leg.

My pale green orbs caught sight of blue, iridescent icy blue. The icy blueness generated a feeling like I was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension. I could tell by his body language that he did not like me, and those flickering azure orbs confirmed my thoughts.

"You should rotate your hips more."

His voice boomed through the quiet kitchen. Somehow even as deep and scary as it seemed, he made the sound better. It fitted him in more ways than I would've thought. It was a voice to sink in as it wraps you up. It's low and soft but powerful enough to send chills through your body. Yet, vibrating with power and command. It was a voice with authority as a kindly laugh shook the ground like a storm.

His tan, large hand still held onto my leg. In this position, anyone who would've entered would presume that, in any way, this man is trying to attack me. Ignoring his judgemental gaze over me, I ran my eyes over him, assessing him.

High cheek bones. Inky, ebony black hair twisted into luscious curls. Even through the extravagant clothes he had on, I could see the body, built as if molded by the Gods themselves. Muscles rippling through the fabric in attempt to be set free. Very, very tall.

But all that did not matter, not his striking eyes nor his length. All that went through my mind was one word, and one word alone.

Mate

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So yes, finally, they met.
There is a lot more to come.

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