Little Red

Crimson

The music plays softly in the background. Everyone making friends with their own pack. Some people from the other pack mingle. Girls are either wearing their most revealing clothes or their fanciest attire.

My black dress is neither. It shows some ,and has a sense of elegance ,but nothing more. The tight black necklace blocks the spot where my birthmark is. My six inch black heels make me taller. My normal short stature is completely brought up by these shoes.

My full face of makeup looks matches the crimson color that stains my lips. The matte coat makes them look like I'm a professional. My father sent someone to make sure I got fully ready. The girl forced me to put faux eyelashes on.

My red hair falls down my back in loose waves. My father, the beta, and the delta are not aloud to come. I spot Barbie standing off the to side surrounded by men. Her dress is light blue. The top of her dress stops at the top of her cleavage. Her dress hangs down- reaching her feet.

Looking away from her I walk over to a table to sit. A man about my age walks up. I stare at him as he sits across from me. "You seem to be the only person dressed in something some what normal." He comments.

"Says the guy with a bow tie." I tsk after.

"I'm Cole. Beta of the Lunar Pack."

"I'm Crimson. Future Alpha of the Moon Pack."

"Ohhh we have ourselves a princess." Cole teases.

I watch as the door opens. Our Omega, Josh, comes out. I see Cole stare at him. He mumbles something under his breath but I'm not sure what.

He jumps up- a dead sprint towards Josh. Josh and I have always been friends. No one layers a finger on him while I was present. Cole scoops him up. I listen more intently and hear the m word. The one that is your soulmate.

Your mate.

I hate the idea of a mate. I feel that we should all be free to live whoever. Though I I have to admit that Cole and Josh are cute together. Cosh- that's their ship name.

I look over and see Barbie explaining about how she'll now be mated to the alpha king. Rolling my eyes I turn my head away. I stand up and grab a glass of wine that matches the color of my lips.

"Are you aloud to drink?" I hear Cole talk from behind me. Turning my head, glass in hand, I see Josh being held into Cole's side.

"I'm twenty two. Legally I'm aloud to drink." I answer.

"What color is your wolf?" Cole asks.

"Yeah you never told me what is it?" Josh adds in.

"The color of my lips." I answer.

"Woah red. That's a fancy looking wolf." Josh says under his breathe- Cole nodding his head in agreement.

I then stride past them while sipping my drink. Werewolves can get drunk. They are like humans in that way. Depending on the amount of alcohol you can withstand determines the amount of drinks it takes you to become drunk.

"Women line up!" I hear Cole's voice shout.

We're forced to get in line in rank order. Omega to Alpha. I stand at the end of the line. The alpha king walks by and studies all the girls. I pull my phone out and scroll through random apps. I continue to take sips of my wine.

I hear the words mate come out of someone's mouth. The voice is low and raspy. The huskiness makes it unbelievably sexy.

Afterwards the undeniably obnoxious squeal of Barbie comes from beside me. I glance up from my phone and smell the best thing ever. Barbie hangs off of an indescribably good looking man.

"Get off me mutt." He growls out.

"That's no way to speak to your mate." Barbie whines.

"You're not my mate." He grits out ,"she is." He says whilst pointing to me.

I feel someone come up behind me. Stay still. The gruff voice whispers. Not a familiar voice.

I throw my foot back so that my heel hits him in the groin. My fist soon come to follow his nose. I reach out and punch a part of his neck. The wolf falls to the floor quickly.

I feel a breathe hit my ear. "Goodnight, love." I hear my mate whisper in my ear. I now feel a prick go through the covered part of my neck. The last thing I see is piercing blue eyes.