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"Ple-e-e-a-se, Emily!" Mila, my best friend, begged
over the link. "I really want to go!"
"I'm not standing in your way, Mila. You are welcome to go
and attend the pack dance," I linked back. "Go and have some fun with
Jax."
Jax was Mila's mate, and even though we got along just fine, I
always felt like a third wheel, tangling long.
"But you know it wouldn't be the same if you weren't
there!" Mila sulked, her voice quivering. "And you owe me one!"
I sighed, annoyed.
I knew she would draw the "you owe me one card" sooner
rather than later to force me to go.
The only reason I owed her was that I needed to copy her
homework when my shift ended late. I was exhausted that night and had even
skipped dinner.
"So you are cashing in on a favor I owe you?" I
growled, frustrated.
"Is it working?" She asked, giggling.
I pinched the top of my nose, shaking my head—this friend of
mine! She knew exactly how to manipulate me into saying yes!
Mila and I have been friends since kindergarten, but we only
became best friends recently. She was the only friend I had left after my
birthday.
I internally sighed as tears welled up in my eyes.
I had lost all of my friends and the respect of the pack in one
night.
"You are the world's worst best friend," I growled.
"You know that!"
"Does that mean you consider going?" She chirped,
hopeful.
"Yeah," I replied sourly. "But I'm not staying
out late. I have training in the morning!"
Mila squealed out of joy over the link.
"Deal!" She said, letting out another high-pitched
squeal. "I'll see you in a bit!"
"Whatever!" I said, closing the link and plopping down
on my bed.
It wasn't that I didn't want to go to the pack dance—I love
dancing—it was just that I felt kind of strange, as if something was about to
happen.
I knew it couldn't be my wolf; I didn't have one, and my
parents, including Alpha Cole, believed that I was just a late bloomer.
I, on the other hand, believed that I was punished by the
goddess and would not get one.
I sighed, closing my eyes.
I wish I had shifted on my birthday. I wish I had a wolf like
the rest of the pack members.
I could just imagine how beautiful she would be—big and strong,
and her fur silver under the full moon. She would have a no-nonsense attitude
and wouldn't submit to anyone, including Alphas.
But that was just a dream, not my reality.
My mind drifted off to all the possibilities of having a wolf.
Maybe then the pack wouldn't see me as more than just a misfit
or a liability.
Maybe then I could claim my rank as Beta.
A knock sounded at my door, and my eyes flew open. I turned my
gaze disoriented toward the alarm clock on my desk.
7 p.m.
My eyes widened. I'm late!
"Emily?" Mila's worried voice came from the door.
"Are you in there?"
"Sh*t!" I growled, jumping off the bed and rushing
towards the door.
Another knock, this time more urgently, echoed through my quiet
room.
"Yeah," I said, rubbing my eyes as I opened the door.
Mila knitted her eyebrows together, and her gaze silently moved
over me.
"Why are you not dressed and ready?" She shrieked, disappointed.
"Sorry," I muttered. "I fell asleep."
Mila rolled her eyes at me and sighed.
"Come on," she said, dragging me back into the room.
"We had better get you ready. We only have a few minutes before we'll need
to leave, or else we'll be late!"
Mila's eyes glazed over—probably linking Jax to telling him I
was late—again.
"What are you waiting for, girl?" Mila barked when I
didn't move. "Get your ass in the shower now!"
I took a deep breath, grabbed my towel, and stalked toward the
bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I was back in my room.
"Get dressed," Mila ordered, handing me a short,
knee-length dress.
"There is no way I am wearing that!" I snapped,
pointing at the dress.
"Oh, yes, you are!" She said, "Get dressed! We
have a party to attend!"
"It's a bloody pack dance, Mila, not prom!" I argued.
"It's not just any pack dance, Emily," she said
adamantly. "Don't you know whose back?"
"Who?" I asked, folding my arms around my waist. Did I
miss the pack memo?
Mila sighed, giving me a look of annoyance, pushed me down on
the chair, and started drying my hair.
"Alexander is back," she said.
I froze in my seat, hearing Alex's name.
I had a huge crush on him for as long as I could remember, as
did every other unmated she-wolf.
He never seemed to notice me, and he always had the most
beautiful or popular she-wolves on his arm.
It broke my heart, but I believe that one day he will eventually
notice me and see me for me.
I sighed as I remembered the day Alex left for Alpha
training—that was two years ago.
I felt miserable and cried myself to sleep. I was even
heartbroken when I found out that he wasn't allowed to visit the pack during
the holidays.
"Alpha Cole's son?" I asked carefully; by this time,
Alex must have found his mate.
Mila's green eyes lit up in excitement.
"Yes," she said, grabbing my brush.
"When did he return?" I asked, feeling a knot form in
my throat.
"This morning," she answered, and she caught my gaze
in the mirror. "This is his welcome-back party, Em."
My stomach felt as if someone had turned it upside down.
Alexander was back.
Alexander Black, the boy whom I had a major crush on, has
returned to his pack.
"Mila, I think I should take a rain check on the pack
dance." I slowly said.
Mila narrowed her eyes.
"Aren't you curious about what he looks like now?" She
asked, confused. "We haven't seen him in a while! He must look different
from all his intensive training at Alpha Camp."
"Yes, but..."
"Besides," Mila cut me off. "Alpha Cole has
arranged the welcome-back party in hopes that Alexander will find his fated
mate. He is due to become Alpha soon, and without his mate, he can't claim the
Alpha title."
I kept quiet.
I wasn't Luna material. I was barely a warrior, and I knew Alex
needed a beautiful and strong Luna to rule at his side. The likelihood of me
fitting into those criteria was slim.
"Come on!" Mila said, excitedly. "It will be
fun!"
Half an hour later, I was fully dressed in the black dress that
Mila had picked for me.
"Let's go!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me
out of the room.
What occurred at the pack dance would haunt me for the rest of
my life.
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