The Àlpha King is the most powerful male wolf in the country and is about to marry his reckless mate. People are convinced she will not be fit enough to succeed in the job of Queen. Perseus next to controlling his nation all alone is trying to convi...
Clyde helped Perseus in his suit, prepping it into perfection. Something a king should always posses. He wasn't very excited for his birthday, because his mother won't be there. Each year it got more bearable, but the pain never stopped.
His suit was black with a patron, specially made for the occasion. Meaning Perseus had to endure hours of fittings and the whole torture
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Isabel was still upset about not planning his birthday, but she was there. She was wearing a short almost see through white dress, mostly to piss Perseus off. Which she of course did, he didn't like other males staring at her.
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Especially when they haven't fulfilled the mating yet. Of course he had marked her and they made love to each other, but with Royals there's an extra step. You first have to be crowned.
"Are you trying to anger me on purpose?", he grabbed her before they entered the ball room.
"Me? Of course not",
Clearly she was lying. Perseus grumbled and held her hands while they walked in, faking a smile, like he always used to do. The room bowed for him and he clapped his hands together.
"Thank you all for coming, it means a lot! Please start the music, tonight is supposed to be fun!",
The room buckled up and the music started. People came up to greet him properly, but he was looking for one person in particular. In the corner of the room, near the bar, he found her next to Francis.
His mouth almost fell open when he saw what she was wearing. How did his innocent Amanda turn into a divine goddess?! She was wearing a skin tight green dress with a slit in the side. Her hair was loose and it seemed like she was wearing makeup. Well he didn't notice it, because she always looked flawless.
"Birthday boy, how are you?", that voice belonged to Àlpha Quentin.
A huge grin appeared in Perseus' face as he embraced his best friend. They went to the same school and grew to be very close friend. Quentin had the biggest pack in the country, the Adonis Pack.
"I'm fine, I'm glad you made it",
"Yeah, this little trouble maker was a hell on the way here", he ruffled his sons hair.
Ryder looked adorable in his tiny suit. Perseus smiled at his godson and lifted him up. His big blue eyes filled with joy at the sight of his godfather. Each time he saw Ryder or any child he longed for one of his own. He was already twenty one, that's really late to start children with Wolves.
"Where are Angela and Rhyme?", he asked noticing Quentin's missing wife and daughter.
"Oh, Rhyme had to use the bathroom, they'll be here soon",
"It surprises me Ryder is so calm without his sister around",
"I just had to talk about you and he was fine",
The men chuckled and moved to the reserved table. Perseus' eyes went back in the search for Amanda. He quickly found her next to Francis, who was laughing with some of the soldiers.
"Francis found his mate?!", Quentin looked beyond shocked.
"Where?", Angela, his mate, had joined them.
He subtly pointed at Amanda, Angela gasped and got all excited. Perseus got upset, the more people acknowledged Amanda as Francis' the more it hurt. Even though he came up with the idea, he never imagined how much it would hurt.
It was a dumb plan indeed.
"Perseus, are you alright?", Angela asked worriedly, caressing Rhymes long brown locks.
He stole her away and snuggled with the little girl he saw as his own. Rhyme giggled and held into him tightly. Angela still awaited an answer and Perseus sighed, he knew he could trust them.
"Amanda isn't Francis' mate, she's mine",
They furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.
"I have two mates, only the goddess knows how. I've called in the help of a high priest, but it will take another month for him to come. So in the main time to keep Isabel clueless, I came up with the plan to make Amanda his supposedly mate, which she truly isn'",
"Woah", Quentin replied.
"Woah", his son repeated.
Quentin rolled his eyes and ruffled his soft hair. Perseus smiled at the sight of father and son, something he wanted so desperately.
"She's very pretty", Angela commented.
"I know",
She giggled at her friends dazed state and squeezed his shoulder.
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Lady Margaretha had insisted on Amanda singing at the Kings party, she had gone to her theatre production and had loved it. So Amanda agreed, because she loved singing.
Francis helped her up the stage, since it was hard with all the wires hanging around. The band behind her nodded at her to start when pleased. She took a deep breath and looked across the room, couples slowly finding their ways to the dance floor.
Perseus with Isabel, Quentin with Angela, two people she just got to know, they were amazing. Especially their twins. Francis was the only one to not dance, he leaned against a wall enjoying the gorgeous voice of Amanda.
He just did what everybody was doing. Her voice took everybody's breath away, but only made it really hard for one person to breath.
