The White Wolf[3]((Rough Unedited))

Well, This Is Fun..

Jayson->

Song:Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner

Chapter 1-

 As I reviewed my sky blue victorian ballgown, I hoped that this would be enough to out beautify my sister. I piled my jet black hair atop my head and stepped out of my room when I heard my brother yell over the people downstairs to applaud for my sister. I knew what she was wearing, I made it. It was a short pink dress that stopped at mid thigh and had a wave of diamond things along the right bust, across her stomach and curled at her left hip. At least I didn't look like a whore..

 Glancing at my dress one last time, I wrenched open the door that lead to the grand staircase. I held my head high and descended down the stairs as many gasps filled the room, and I heard a low, sexy growl that sent my eyes frantically searching into the crowd for the owner of the growl. Applause filled the air and i rose my hand and waved as I grinned like an idiot. The crowd gasped again when I reached the bottom of the stairs and large hands wrapped around my waist, sending sparks through me.

"Ruby!!" My mother screeched, stomping up to me until she saw who held me. "Your majesty.." she sent an evil glare my way and the man growled. There's that sexy growl.. Mother shrunk back into the crowd and I turned to look at the man. Indeed it was who I expected.

"Hello your majesty." I smiled weakly.

"Please, Ruby." he smiled, his dark features lightening, melting my heart. "Call me Jayson. Or you can call me your friend, lover, husband, m-"

"Mate." I breathed.

"Yes, mate." he kissed my brow and I could tell people were holding their breaths. "You're mine Ruby."

"Well technically, not really." a few people gasped at my remark but he just chuckled.

"Well played, touche." he glanced around. "This isn't a staring party it's a dancing party!!" he bellowed in a playful alpha voice.

 People whipped around and music blasted through the speakers. You could easily tell who were the respectable women of the pack and who were the whore-followers. The respectables were the women and men in victorian dress and the whore-followers are the ones dressed in today's society wear, short dresses and skater stuff.

"Well, Jayson.." I cleared my throat, wiggling from his grasp. "I have some things to do, but while I'm gone have fun okay?" I quickly walked away and ran into my dreadful sister.

"Ah, Ruby." she cooed. "I hope you haven't been spending time with the prince, because he's mine-" My wolf growled but I fought her so my sister didn't hear. " Be a good little sister and fetch a bottle of champagne." she smiled and pushed me. "GO!" I quickly ran and grabbed her champagne and ran back. She was nowhere to be found so I guessed she didn't know about Jayson's little show.

 Oh was I wrong. I saw her bleach blonde head in a gaping crowd and as I went to investigate, I saw my mother grinning like a maniac and the strong, muscled back of a stiff dark haired man.

'He's OURS!' my wolf growled.

 My gaze turned red as my sister looked at me in triumph. Jayson on the other hand was tense and trying to touch her as less as possible. Shaylee thrust her hips forward, slamming into his place and he growled quietly in anger. Shay's face was inches from Jaysons and all I saw was red. I burst through the crowd and they stopped dancing, Jayson immediately dropped his hands to his sides as she sucked up to him more.

"GET OFF MY MATE!" I screeched, authority rolling off me. She hesitated and stepped back, but kept holding Jayson.

"He's mine Ruby. Now leave and let me have a dance with MY mate." The bottle left my fingers and collided with the back of her head, champagne and glass filling the air. She writhed in pain, her hand clutching the back of her head.