The Cursed Wolf and Luna's Fate

Chapter 3 - I’M NOT YOUR BARBIE - ADELINES POV

Hours, 3 grueling hours, I’d been sitting in this stupid chair while Lydia, my best female friend and personal maid, did my hair and makeup.

We started with a face mask, then moved onto a haircut, and then she began on styling my hair and painting my face, humming to herself happily as she did my make over.

I complained the whole time, something she was used to. I hated wearing makeup and getting dressed up, and tonight was no exception.

"Just leave me and go get yourself ready." I said for the thousandth time.

Lydia rolled her green eyes. "Shut up, I’m nearly done."

Lydia and I had been best friends since we were 11. She was an omega in our pack, and while we treated our omegas with respect, unlike a lot of other packs that treated them as slaves and punching bags, it didn’t stop some idiots from picking on her.

One day at school, a few of the older Delta boys were picking on her. She was an easy target, her parents had died in a rouge attack when she was 10, and she always wore old clothing from the pack house orphanage, something the boys liked to point out.

They were pushing her around when I walked into the empty classroom to get away from my brothers who always acted like personal bodyguards, they never let anyone near me. The main reason I didn’t have any friends, on this day in particular, Eli, my twin was fighting with a Beta male,who had given me a flower, and I’d taken advantage of his distraction to make my escape.

I charged at the boys picking on Lydia and beat them up. I’d been training since the age of 4 and with my alpha blood, the boys didn’t stand a chance, not to mention the fact that my wolf was a powerful white wolf.

After the fight, I practically adopted Lydia. I took her from the pack house orphanage and brought her home, my father just accepted this fact, he knew how stubborn I was and just let me keep her, but he still made Lydia earn her keep. She didn’t mind, in fact she always insisted on more work than he’d give her and when we turned 13, she was assigned as my personal maid as my previous one found her mate and moved to another pack.

Not that I ever made her do much. I was a control freak, I insisted on cleaning my own room as I liked things a certain way, and we had cleaners to do all the laundry and cooks to make our meals, although I loved cooking and would often sneak into the kitchens to help the chefs.

Lydia mostly kept an eye on me to make sure my powers stayed in check when Eli wasn’t with me and to make sure I was presentable and up to date on fashion. Not a requirement for her job, but she loved fashion and insisted on using me as her own personal barbie doll.

"I’m not a Barbie doll, Lydia." I grumbled, "I think this is enough already."

"I don’t know why you’re fussing so much." Lydia complained as she pushed a diamond clip into my hair, pulling my black curled hair off the left side of my face. "You’ve been a real pain in the arse these past few days."

Typical Lydia, always speaking her mind in the politest way possible.

"That’s because I don’t want to go to this stupid event."

"Why? You’ve always been excited to go before now." She frowned at me as she looked down at me, admiring her work.

I looked at my best friend and rolled my eyes at her serious examination.

Lydia was very pretty, the girl next door type who could kick some serious butt. I’d been training her to fight since she joined the family.

Lydia had bright gray eyes, fluffy dirty blond hair that was currently pulled up into a messy bun on the top her oval shaped head. She had a chubby but thin body with very little muscle, despite my training. She was slightly taller than me, but then again, everyone in my life was taller than me, and she was always decked out in name brand clothing.

I think her love of clothes stemmed from her time in the orphanage when she wasn’t able to wear anything but second-hand clothes.

"Well, things change." I answered, shrugging.

"I can’t wait to find my mate."

‘Me too.’ Kally pipped up inside my mind, and she was extremely restless.

I ignored Kally. "I just don’t want to go."

I don’t know why I didn’t confide in Lydia, I knew she’d keep my secret, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I’d find my mate tonight and get my heart broken when I rejected him. I didn’t need her pity on top of that.

"Well, you might change your mind once you get there." She said hopefully, but when I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows at her she cleared her throat. "Any who, you’re done, goddess I’m talented, you look stunning."

"Thanks." I smiled at her despite my glum mood. "You’re awesome."

"I know." She winked at me. "I’m going to get dressed. Don’t touch anything. You’ll ruin my hard work."

I smiled and rolled my eyes, holding my hands up in defeat. "I won’t touch a thing."

Lydia eyed me in warning as she walked out of our adjoining door that connected our hotel rooms. A few minutes after Lydia walked out, my dad and brother Damien came in wearing tuxes.

"Wow," Damien smiled and placed his hand over his heart. "You look beautiful, so grown up."

"Thanks." I grumbled, "But I’d prefer to wear sweats and jump into bed."

I was wearing a long sleeveless royal blue dress. The bodice was tight and form fitting, with diamonds sewn into an intricate pattern that wrapped around my neck. My hair was curled and pinned up on the side with a matching diamond clip.

"Oh, come on baby." My dad smiled and hugged me, rubbing my back in comfort. "I know you don’t want to go tonight, but we’re here now. You may as well enjoy it."

"Yeah," I mumbled and pulled away. "So, what’s up?"

Damien looked nervous. "So, we have something to discuss with you." He said. He cleared his throat and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Damien never got nervous, I was instantly suspicious, sh*t, did they know about my dreams?

My twin Eli and I sometimes shared dreams. I’d first discovered it when I somehow saw some of his s*x dreams about a human girl, Julie, from our school. When I asked him about it the next day, he blushed redder than I’d ever seen him, and he demanded I never mention it again.

Since then, we kept jumping into each other’s dreams accidentally whenever we felt strong emotions, but I did everything I could to put a wall up over the past few weeks, and I’d tried to avoid him as best I could, a rarity for us. We were hardly ever apart, I could sense how upset he was by my sudden distance, but I had to do it to protect myself, luckily he’d recently met his mate and I told him I was just giving them some alone time.

"Why don’t you sit down baby?" My dad pointed next to Damien.

I frowned but did as I was asked. Once I was seated, I looked to Damien, who cleared his throat again and looked up at our dad.

My dad sighed and shook his head. "Some Alpha." He commented.

My dad pulled over a chair from the desk in the corner of the hotel room and sat down in front of me.

"Baby, you remember Alpha Ryan from Yiruma Pack?" He asked me.

"Yes."

"And his son Julian?"

"Yes." I repeated, not sure where he was going with these questions.

I met Julian a few years ago. He was a player who constantly tried to sweet talk me and get me into bed.

"Well, his father came to speak to myself and Damien earlier about a possible alliance." My father continued, sounding cautious, "Ryan wants you to marry Julian."

"W-what?" I stuttered, as Kally began growling in disgust.

"Well, there’s been a lot of attacks on packs lately, and they are a strong pack." Damien said quickly, "And Ryan thinks that if we can join together, we can put up a good fight if we’re attacked."

"So why do I have to marry Julian?" I asked, my temper rising. "Why can’t we just fight together? Julian and I don’t have to get married!"

"Well, Julian insisted on the marriage." My dad answered me, "According to his father, he’s liked you for a long time, and it’s the condition of the treaty. They won’t join forces unless you marry him."

"And my mate?" I said angrily, "Am I expected to just reject him?"

I don’t know why this made me so mad, I was already planning on rejecting him, and Julian wasn’t so bad, maybe a little cocky and a huge flirt, but he did seem nice enough.

‘NO!’ Kally screamed, ‘I WANT OUR MATE, NOT JULIAN!’

'Kally, not now!'

‘Well, we spoke about that,’ Damien said, rubbing his neck, a nervous habit. ‘If you find your mate tonight then fine, we will find another way to join forces with Ryan’s pack, but if you don’t, we want you to seriously consider it."

"And we’d never make you reject your mate for Julian, baby." My father assured me. "But Damien’s right. If you don’t find your mate tonight, we want you to really think about this. These attacks are serious, our warriors are some of the best, but we could lose a lot of people, Ryan’s pack warriors would come in handy if there was another war."

I felt numb. I nodded and stood up. "I need time alone to think."

"Of course, baby." My father stood and kissed me on the head. "We’ll support whatever you decide."

"We’ll discuss this further tomorrow." Damien smiled at me, but I didn’t smile back.

I turned my back on him and looked out the window, wrapping my arms around myself in comfort. This was one of those times a mother would come in handy.

I got along really well with my dad’s second chance mate, Eloise, but she was back at home taking care of the pack, I missed my mum, I pushed those thoughts away. No, I hated her, she betrayed me and left me all alone.

‘What are we going to do?’ Kally asked. She was angry.

‘I don’t know.’ I admitted, ‘I was already struggling with what to do about our mate, and now this. Reject our mate or not, marry Julian or not, help protect our pack or not, this isn’t fair!’

‘I want our mate,’ Kally whined. He’s an alpha and a strong one. I can feel it, and we can have an alignment with his pack. They can help if our pack is in danger, and Julian can just deal with it and find another mate.’

‘You make it sound so simple.’

‘It is,’ Kally smiled. ‘The goddess gave us our mate for a reason. He’s the only one that will ever make us happy.'

‘But he’s a Lycan.’

‘I know.’ Kally winked, ‘Think of the s*x. It’s going to be wild.’

‘KALLY!’ I screamed, blushing, though I felt my arousal.

‘Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it.’ She said, the cocky b***h. ‘We share a mind, and I know what you think about.’

I couldn’t help the images that sprang to my mind of our mate lying over us, my legs wrapped around him, him sinking his fangs into my throat, claiming us before he released inside of me.

I quickly shook away those thoughts and went to grab a glass of water to cool myself down.