Bite down 2

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You ever get so embarrassed that you want to bury yourself in the sand somewhere. I literally just wanted to find the nearest bed and go hide. I felt sick to my stomach that I allowed this to happen. I felt sick to my stomach that I trusted Prince. There's no time to run. There's no time to hide.

In a matter of seconds all of these important people are up on the balcony with us. The entire crowd below is watching to see what is about to happen.

All the while I'm covered in red wine.

"My name is Fang," a member of the Alpha's pack says, "As many of you know you've been invited here in hopes that one of you will be chosen to be the next Beta of the Vanderbilt pack. The Vanderbilt pack has existed for hundreds of years. My pack has succeeded in being the most powerful pack in the United States. So please bear with my brother Walid as this is one of the most important decisions that he has to make in his life. It may take a few days. It may take a few years. Though this process may be long and challenging at times we hope that it is an enjoyable one for all parties involved..."

Fang continues on with his speech. He's handsome. He looks just like Walid except slightly smaller in stature. You can tell these Vanderbilt werewolves. They look important and strong for the most part. All of them are muscular. All of them are bigger men then the others in the room. Fang seems like a representation of them. Strong, masculine, forceful and direct in his speech. He's letting us know in his speech that it's an honor for us to be here. He's letting us know bluntly that we should better be damn proud that we are even being considered for this position. His mate Amina hangs onto his back watching the process. Like Fang, she is tall and muscular in her own feminine way. These people look like some sort of Greek Gods or something.

And as I look at these Olympians I feel lost...

I sink further to the back of the guys who are lining up. They are happy to let me step behind them fortunately. Everyone wants to be seen by the important Vanderbilt wolf pack. Everyone wants some sort of attention. I just want to get out of here.

Maybe they won't notice me.

"Beta wolves. One at a time, please step forward and introduce yourselves," the older looking Vanderbilt wolf says.

My heart skips a beat. I can't introduce myself to the Vanderbilts looking like this. I just can't. My heart is screaming especially when I see that all the other Betas step aside to let Prince go first. It's almost like they are intimidated by Prince. They have a right to be. I watch as a few of the Vanderbilts react to how striking Prince is. I think the two females in the group actually verbally express it.

"I'm Prince of the Los Angeles pack," Prince says.

That's when Prince does something that I'm shocked at. He walks right up to Walid, bends over and kisses Walid's feet. He actually KISSES Walid's boot. My eyes get wide at that moment surprised that this boy is doing something like that.

What even annoys me more is that Walid seems to like Prince doing that. This cocky smile spreads on Walid's face.

"Never had someone kiss my feet before," Walid laughs.

"You should expect to be treated like a king," Prince responds.

He smiles, walking backwards to get back in line with the others. Walid and the other Vanderbilts seem a little taken back by him. They have to be impressed. I mean what the fuck wasn't there to be impressed about.

One after another the boys go up to introduce themselves. Ian and his two goons don't hesitate to bully their way to the front.

"I'm Johan, from the Miami Pack."