My Older Alpha Mate

chapter nine

Jon, Alpha Ashton, and I walked back to the village so I could go home and get ready for the party that was being held at the packhouse. After our encounter, I informed him that things would be happening on my terms and that there will be no more: I am the king and you are my slave behavior. He agreed. My brother and I talked out our differences and forgave each other for things done and said.

I combed out my matted, dirty hair and cleansed myself with my lilac body soap. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, sliding on fresh underwear and a white lace bralette. I slid on a tight-fitting white dress that Jonny bought me a month ago as a promise that we would be somewhere better. I parted my hair and intertwined small yellow flowers into my braid. I slid on some wedges and glanced at myself in the mirror, admiring how nicely I cleaned up.

I walked down the stairs, receiving a clap from my brother causing me to curtsy playfully, erupting a laugh from both of us. I smiled at my brother who kissed my forehead and complimented me. "Ready?" He asked. His baby blue and white outfit looked amazing and clean. I admired the features that my brother and I shared silently. "Okay, I just gotta grab something and then we can go!" Jon called out as he disappeared behind our garage door.

I shrugged as I stalked to the bathroom to apply mascara and lip gloss. I applied my mascara to my eyelashes sparingly, not wanted them to look like spider legs. I cursed quietly when I dropped the bottle on the tile floor, leaning down to get it. I stood up and glanced up in the mirror, causing a loud gasp to erupt from my lips which resulted in me dropping my mascara again. I spun around and screamed, "Olivia!!" I squealed as I tackled her and hugged her waist tightly. She squealed with me and wrapped her arms around my waist, both of us screaming our pitchy screams and crying happy tears.

We finally pulled away and an approving Jonathan stood behind her, giving me jazz hands. "Surprise!" He shouted. I hugged them both at the same time, wiping my mascara with a finger, and thanking them repeatedly. Olivia wore a lacey blue dress that was tight-fitting down to her waist and then lose. Liv was taller than me by at least 5 inches and wore pumps which made her hold her height despite my wedges. We piled into Jon's black jeep as he drove us to the party.

We screamed the lyrics to Party in the USA with Jon as our soprano. The ride was nothing short of hilarious. After about three minutes, we pull up to the packhouse where everyone is wearing white, or baby blue, or both. I smile, loving the chosen colors for the theme and look out the window go see some people sipping on a clear beverage in a champaign glass. The car stops and Jon parks, hopping out and opening the door for Liv and me as we step out of the jeep with the assistance of his hand.

We walk up to the door and everyone who sees us bows their head, mumbling an optimistic, "Luna". It almost sounded like a cult as I thanked everyone who said it and bowed lightly back at them. Jon opened the door and the sight was something from a movie. Liv held my hand and whispered a, "Woah." as the sight was available to us. There was a large, white and gold banner that exclaimed happy birthday, white chairs and baby blue table cloths filled the area where there was previously a couch. Servers that wore white tuxedos offered champagne as they flooded the building. There were at least 300 people filling the venue.

Everyone turned their heads and exclaimed a happy birthday along with a bow. I bowed my head, allowing myself to be the center of attention. Liv kissed my cheek as we walked down the freshly painted white stairs that lead into the main ballroom. People tapped my shoulder and said things like, "I never thought a luna could be so beautiful!" and "Good luck sweetheart!" I thanked everyone who stopped me, quickly feeling overwhelmed. Liv squeezed my hand tightly, reassuring me because she can tell that I'm getting uncomfortable.

There's a gentle ball music playing and it's nice. I get onto the dance floor and Liv and I start talking quietly and swaying with each other comfortingly. "I missed you so much, Liv," I whisper as I lean into her. She pets my hair now, whispering a, "I missed you more kiddo," We grabbed two glasses of champagne that a server offered and cheered, swallowing it all at once, reminding us of our underage wine drink days.

Olivia was two years older than me as she had just turned nineteen. Liv was more than a friend though- she was a sister, a mentor, a teacher, and when my mom died- she was my mother. I recall the time where Liv talked me through using a tampon or gave me the sex talk, so Jon didn't have to.

"Excuse me. May I have this dance?" I heard a raspy voice that sent chills down my spine, I turned to see a large man who I had never seen before. He wore an all-white tuxedo and had these unforgivable dark brown eyes. Liv kissed my cheek and glanced at me, asking if it was cool to leave. I nodded, seemingly in a trance. The man took my hand and guided me to a more secluded spot on the dance floor. His voice was enchanting and he positioned me perfectly between his hands. We swayed slowly and suddenly everything began to fade but him. He mumbled words into my ear that I didn't quite hear but he took my hand and slowly guided me away from the crowd.

He guided me up some stairs that I definitely recognized while holding my waist for assistance. I stumbled as my vision blurred and the crowd became more and more distant. Finally, he guided me into a room, closing the door behind him and pulling out a padlock, locking the door. "Where'd you get that thingy?" I asked, giggling dumbly. My brain no longer being able to make sense of the situation.

"We're going to have so much fun together." He stated as he peeled his white vest off his body.

"Uh-oh. I'm in danger." I said stupidly as he moved me onto the bed.