My Stepfather Is My Mate.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

I ran towards the transparent fancy window and climbed a nearby chair to see what was going on since I was quite short and couldn’t watch without climbing on something.

Behold, a party was going on. It was quite a grand one, a fantastic party at that.

It was so beautiful, very wide and magical.

It was fascinating to me because I have never been to a party before, but this was exceptional.

I stayed, rested my elbows at the edges of the window for God knows how long, and watched the wealthy and influential guests all standing in their amazing outfits which could cost thousands of dollars.

They were all holding their goblets, drinking champagne, and while they were eating food that was arranged on a beautiful table filled with decorations.

The food was magnificent and stunning and, by their scents, they were only alphas here, which was going to affect me if I got in there.

I wish I had brought my phone. I could have been able to take some pictures, a little bite off, from those juicy beef with sauce on top of it and see how it tastes.

It would be nice. They look so tasty.

Imagine eating that in a quiet restaurant with a glass of cold juice by the side.

Those foods must be pretty expensive.

I also saw some couples making out at an isolated corner, nearly ripping their clothes. I looked away in contempt.

I groaned and nearly screamed when my feet wiggled, disrupting the posture of the chair.

I was about to fall off the chair I was standing in, and then I rapidly held the edge of the window.

Oops, that was close.

I stood properly and looked through the window again.

People were wearing expensive clothes and I wish I was prosperous and not some average girl.

I would buy my parents a house, lots of clothes, shoes and many other things if I was rich.

I sigh.

It was nice for the rich.

They lack nothing or cry. I often pray to the stars and wish I have lots and lots of money, then my mother wouldn’t be struggling every day trying to work at different jobs, put food on our table, pay rent, and pay for suppressants which were quite costly because of me.

Looking at how happy they were nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“Hey,” someone yelled across from the second window beside me.

I looked at the location fearfully, praying it wasn’t the owner of the house that was talking.

If it was, I could face accusations of trespassing from the owner of the house or perceived as some poor drenched kid who needed food.

Well, I didn’t look like that sort of beggar.

“What are you doing there? Don’t you have a house?” He stated casually, with a scoff.

His name was Ryan.

He was such a beautiful boy. I have never seen him before, but he seems rude to me.

He must be the rich woman’s son. His father must be a leader in his clan.

I could tell by his expensive clothes and his wristwatch and how nonchalant he looked, like he owned the whole place.

I calmly came down from the chair, trying as much as possible to not rip my gown and dirty my clothes.

My mom will get mad.

“I…I have a house,” I murmured, staring at my barely worn-out gown. Did I look like some sort of beggar or something?

Where were Garold and Stefan around here?

“Speak louder, miss.” He chuckled and before I could say a word, he climbed the window and jumped down into the grass, and took a step towards me.

He called me “Miss”

I was nervous. “I…I just came to see the party, I…”

He cut in. “Are you the maid’s daughter who loves to stutter?” He chuckled. “I’ve heard so much about you.” He chuckled while touching his jaw smirkingly.

He was indeed cute.

I wasn’t the maid’s daughter, what made him think I was. This was my first time here, and I just wanted to look around the neighborhood because I feel bored at home.

I couldn’t reply to him, and I don’t know why.

I found his bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes captivating, and the smoothness and whiteness of his skin made me blush a little. He was quite cute and his scent was refreshing.

He was taller than me, wearing jeans, and a white T-shirt and on each side, neatly folded. His lips were so red, he somewhat had two clippings on each of his ears and one on his lower lip.

Why would a kid have such, when he isn’t even a grown-up yet, but Garold looks similar to him too?

“Are you lost?” I couldn’t reply. I was so nervous about saying anything. He was just too stunning to look at. He came closer to me and said, ‘Or did you run away from home?’

I glanced up at him and shook my head. “No, I didn’t want to go away from home, I…I…I…” I stammered. “I was just…just ...str…strolling around and came to see my friends.” I wanted to dig up the ground and go inside.

My heart was fluttering at his voice.

“You were strolling around, but I caught you peeping at my window. That’s trans-passing, or should I call that an assault and call the cops or the clan on you?”

I felt chills run down my spine, and before I could say anything, he laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I could see the look on your face. You don’t have to be that scared, I was just kidding and pulling your legs.” He said.

I felt relieved.

‘You have such beautiful amber eyes.’ He came even closer to me and he smelled so good.

“I like it.” He murmured. His voice was addictive. I could listen to it all day and not get tired. He was like some prince charming saving the day. My heart swelled up with joy and I nearly hugged him for a moment there.

“Thank…Thank you.” Why was I stammering? He was just a young lad and Stefan was finer than him, anyway.

He beamed. “You are welcome.” He said and asked. ‘How old are you?’

“I’m ten years old.” I smiled a little, and he came even closer to me. Our faces nearly touched.

“Great. What’s your name? Which pack are you from?” He asked and looked towards the window. Maybe he wanted to see if anyone was watching or probably his mom.

“My…my name is…,” I looked down at my feet. “It’s …is Ramona,” I shyly replied.

“Ramona, who?” His eyes widened in amusement.

“Ramona Lupe,” I responded, playing with my fingers and hoping he doesn’t ask about the name of my pack again, that will be so embarrassing and besides people make fun of me whenever I mention the name of my pack and generalize it as a whole clan of unfortunate wolves.

This was getting more awkward. I wish I wasn’t here. I hope the mistress of this house doesn’t go nuts for someone like me having a conversation with her son.