Danika's POV:
The dress flows down my body, satin hugging every inch of my torso and legs. Satin, trying to strangle my breath from my poor lungs. I'm sorry, did I say satin? I meant Satan, my bffl. The dark blue on the top of the strapless dress gradually grows lighter until it falls into strand of woven ice hovering above the floor. Satan, or Sarah, is about to faint with excitement. For the past year, she's been singing Les Mis songs, and her performance is in three hours. After the play, the part starts. The party of torture. Every year, the silver packs all get together on one of the packs' land. This year, the Silver Creek pack is hosting it. My pack, the Silver Leaf pack, essentially forces all inmates wolves ages 16 and over to go and find their mates. Simone buzzes over me head, constantly tweaking my hair, to make it look perfect. Because I care so much about how I look. Hahaha! Nope. I don't. But apparently she does.
"Danika's going to find her mate today and going to fall in love and do the deed and have babies and grow old with her mate and be cute and adorable!!" She sings, for about the thousandth time. I just love parties. Sighing, I wonder if she's done yet. I'm afraid to ask, with all the makeup caked on my face and the hairspray and bobby pins in my hair. Simone backs away, assesses me, then gets a wet washcloth thing and wipes all the makeup off. I smile.
"Better! SARAHHH I'm done!" Simone exclaims. I get up, to look in the mirror when two hands wrap around my arms and wrestle me into the chair. The hands connect to arms to shoulders to a neck to a face to a mouth that's still singing and furiously nodding with approval. I actually make it out of my chair and step in front of my reflection. Except I don't see myself. I see a gorgeous girl in a gorgeous dress with gorgeous hair. Not me. Or...it is! Apparently my friends are magicians, because this is just not possible. I never get a chance to say so, though. My mom is whisking me out of the pack house and into the limo, where my dad, the alpha is currently in. Before I know it, we're pulling up at the biggest party I've ever seen. My mouth is hanging open. There are werewolves everywhere. I'm tall, and I can barely see over them. Poor short people. I manage to get out of the limo without falling on my face, so far I'm good. Until a scent of coffee and wood attacks me. Swaying, I restrain from attempting to sprint towards the smell. My wolf, Nicole, is yapping, hopping, and dying of anticipation. The smell gets stronger and stronger until I'm enveloped in it, like a giant blanket. I look up.
"Mine"
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The Alpha's Sarcastic Mate
WerewolfDanika has an interesting sense of humor. Liam never smiles. They both despise people ~ and each other. What will happen when they realize they are made for each other?
