Grand Preparations, Own People, and Heart Stopping Words

The preparations for the new moon celebration banquet were going on full swing, along with the coronation ceremony of the newly appointed Alpha.

Reputable high ranking werewolves from all over the packs were being invited, various delicacies across the world were being made, and the entire hall was being decorated like a bride.

I couldn't help but be anxious due to my recent vision. Every time I saw these preparations and thought about the ceremony, I could only envision myself on the ground, drenched in wine like a rat with every single one mocking and making fun of me. And that made me so fricking nervous. 

One thing that made me confused was the absence of the lycan king and the rest of the lycans. Why didn't I see them? Could it be that due to some sudden problem they opt out of attending?

The nasty elders of the pack spent their all to put on a perfect show. They spent all their lives putting me down at every opportunity but now that I am transferring, they were boasting about producing a lycan.

What a load of bull-

Agh, I just want to throw them all in a large room, cut their tendons, and then light the room on fire. And repeat the process a couple hundred times.

"He is going to reject you? That f-cking bastard. How dare he?" Azar's purple eyes blazed as her fists clenched and she stood up walking out the main door.

Right now, we were all gathered together in the lounge, huddled on the couches and chairs, as I told them about my latest vision.

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to tell them a word about Kaiden. I just couldn't. It felt too...shameful.

Even though, a part of me said they wouldn't ever think of me negatively or ever abandon me, a small zero point one percent chance of them thinking of me as disgusting, prevented me from telling them.

Damien sighed as he stood before her fuming form, blocking her from going outside.

"Where are you going?" "To burn his face." Yep, I love her.

"For once, I agree with her barbaric methods." Elio nodded his head from the corner in agreement.

Though we only had a formal introduction, and we were yet to get to know each other well like Damien and Azar, I automatically felt comfortable around him.

The same nostalgic familar feeling settled in my chest when I saw him, and he felt like my younger bro-

An instant shiver passed my spine. Yeah no, I don't have a nice history with brothers.

Currently as the brooding lycan king, Azar, Damien, Elio, and me all sat together drinking hot drinks, and discussing about ways to destroy Rowen, I felt complete.

"Isn't it better for me? I mean, it's saving me from trouble and I am just getting rid of him sooner." I shrugged, sipping my delicious hot chocolate, courtesy to Damien.

All eyes turned towards me with raised brows and pointed looks, and I sheepishly avoided their eyes.

"I know a quicker way." The lycan king commented quietly after a long moment of silence.

"What?"

"I can just kill him."

"Understandable. I agree."

"What an excellent method."

Elio and Azar both commended the king nodding their heads, while Damien and I shook our heads and rolled our eyes.

"A quick death is the greatest mercy." I murmured while twiddling with my fingers.

Will they think of me as weird for wanting the pack to suffer miserably?

"Hmm, she's right."

"Yeah, they should suffer greatly."

"We can just call Sibel and we can kill them endless times."

My lips twitched into a small smile, and my eyes sparkled at their quick agreement with me.

Yes, they are my people. 

- - - 

With only a handful of days left for the new moon, the moon had started to shine prettily with a blue glimmer, covering everything with it's dazzling illumination.

Although there was still time left until winter, the air had already become chilly.

I let out a deep exhale, content with myself. For the first time in forever, I felt at peace. Happy. Warm. With my people.

Thinking about them made a light blush coat my cheeks and ears, as I tried to contain my growing smile.

My knights in shining armor.

I flinched upon feeling a soft blanket drop on me and I snapped my head back to look up at....the king.

He was leaning on the door frame of the patio, where I was sitting down admiring the beauty of night, in his all exquisite glamorous form.

I cleared up my throat, and wondered if my hair looked alright while wrapping the blanket, he gave, around me tighter. Though, I wasn't cold at all.

"Hi."

Instead of replying me back, he walked over to me, and sat down on the wooden patio beside me.

Oh my God-

Deep breaths Sera! Deep breaths!

Oh my AHHH HE WAS SITTING RIGHT BESIDE ME. Even though, there is comfortable rocking chair in the right corner. But he chose to sit right beside me.

OH MY HEART!

"Hi." His deep voice penetrated through my thoughts, setting my insides on fire. Usually I am very composed and reserved. But around him, I became an entirely different person.

Please, his voice, so velvety and rich, should be illegal to possess.

"Hi." I repeated like the fool I am.

Nonetheless, his lips twitched the tiniest bit on the sides, and that made my chest swell with contentment.

I did that. Not anyone else. But me.

Wait- why am I being so proud and happy about that?

"You want something?"

"No, just wanted to be with you." My head whipped to his side, so fast that I am surprised I didn't snap it, stunned at his words and nonchalant body language.

Ugh, f-ck! My heart is doing that shit again.

"Ok." I nodded my head though his words repeated non-stop in my mind.

Just wanted to be with you. Wanted to be with you. Be with you. Be with you. Be with you.

Ack! My heart!!!!

As the gleaming blue lucent fell on his face, it perfectly highlighted his sharp features and that, hand-crafted from god, jawline. Gosh, that jawline. Just looking at it, solved all my problems.

He just looked so...pretty. Breath taking. Ravishing. Utterly radiant.

"Why?" Finally, a suitable question. Good job, Sera.

"Isn't it obvious?" He shrugged as he leaned back on the palm of his hands and I quietly sneaked glances of the handsome hands.

He had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his manly forearms as prominent veins ran down his hand making me feel things.

A small huff of laugh escaped his mouth, which like his everything was fricking perfect, and I gasped forcing my eyes to look away from his sexy arms.

Behave yourself, Sera!!!

Ugh, did he notice? He did, didn't he? Why would he laugh otherwise?

"You're f-cking adorable."