For The Love of An Alpha

His Delight is In Her

Jhera stepped slowly from the large vehicle they had traveled in. They day at the cabin was full of manicures, pedicures and massages. Jhera had admitted she enjoyed the day. Waiting for Asia to return, Jhera admired her reflection in the large window to the dining area. A hairdresser had come in and put her auburn hair into curls and wrapped them up about the crown of her head. She smiled, as her stubborn hair had a few curls falling from the nest of hair. Her lips were a perfect red, nearly matching the small spattering of freckles under her eyes. Her right hand came up and touched just below her right eye, the lone tear that escaped was captured on her first finger. Her lashes looked longer then normal, her brow more defined and the gray in her eyes seemed to glow. She felt pretty.

Asia came through the front doors with a loud bang, causing Jhera to jump out of reflex. Shooting her a side eyed look, Asia smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," she opened the car door and grabbed Jhera's gown, still wrapped in plastic. "It's clear. Let's get you upstairs."

The pair rushed through the house. Mama Jones and Elder Ezara had escaped to ready themselves and told Jhera they would see her at the ceremony. By the time they reached the apartment, her heart was racing and a smile was plastered on her face. She was nervous and excited and anxious, all at once. With a trembling hand carefully turned on the faucet in the kitchen, dabbing cool water to her bare neck.

Asia came around the corner with the finishing touch to her hair. A simple twisted ring of silver and gold. Jhera marveled at it, it was delicate and precise. The colors seamed to glow as the twisted about each other.

"Henri made it for you." Asia moved to place it upon Jhera head, sliding it slowly about the nest of curls.

"What?"

"He said he wanted you to feel like a princess." Asia smiles, stepping back to look at the placement of the delicate piece.

Jhera moved to living room, looking at her reflection in the mirror that sat above the mantle. The silver and gold reflected her hair, making it seem as though she wore a ring of fire about her hair. Another tear slid from Jhera's eye, she was overwhelmed. She had never known a love like this before. Her left hand moved the tear away slowly and she half chuckled as she turned to Asia. Tears were brimming in her own eyes as she hugged her.

"I need to go, or I am going to be a mess."

"Ya," Jhera answered quietly."

Are you good?" Asia stepped back from her, watching as Jhera nodded slowly. They exchanged a quick smile and Asia stepped out the door.

Jhera was alone. For the first time in forty eight hours, she was alone. She liked it, to a point. She walked slowly down the hall, taking in the peace and quiet of the rooms. She noticed she no longer felt cramped or crowded as she walked the hall to the bedroom. Her hands brushing against the doorknobs to rooms that were still vacant. There was room to expand, to grow a family here.

She stepped into the bedroom, the setting sun had placed a fire of colors along the white bedding. Hanging from the four post bed, was her dress. The plastic had been removed and her shoes sat just below it. The vibrant green seemed to come alive, like a tree dancing in the wind, as her fingers ran across the brushed satin fabric. She vaguely recalled Mama Jones calling it Charmeuse, but didn't fully understand it. It was soft to the touch, and the gown flowed as she moved passed it.

Jhera undressed slowly, her mind replaying the things that her grandmother had imparted on her. The bits of wisdom that she never wanted to forget. She laid her clothes in the hamper and turned to stare are her gown. The neckline squared off and the sleeves seemed longer then she had wanted, but Mama Jones assured her it was right. Removing the gown from the satin hanger, Jhera regarded it one more time before she gather it and slipped her head through the opening. The gown felt luxurious against her skin. Sliding her arms into place, she let the gown fall about her naked form. Jay gathered two small ribbons in her hands, one at each shoulder, and tied them into a bow behind her neck. The back of the gown was open, coming to a sharp V just below the curve of her spine. The ribbons kept the shoulders in place, as the sleeves ran down her arms and opened at the elbow into a short display of elegance. The emerald fabric moved wistfully about her legs as she stepped into the strappy, wedges she was planning to wear. She spun slowly on her toes, watching the gown spin about her like a flower in the field.