Mated To The Alpha King (by Gabriella) novel Chapter 2

“Scarlet?” my mother calls from outside my room. “Are you ready?”

“Not yet!” I yell back, fixing with clips right at the top of my head.

“Be ready in 5 minutes. The Shadow pack is arriving shortly.”

Tonight will be the night everyone has prepared for. My father hired a bunch of caterers. He claims we don’t know what savages like to eat so he ordered them to prepare many kinds of food. From sweets to sour to salty. Alpha Blake will have a lot to choose from and hopefully, he will like at least one.

“Scarlet!” my mother yells again.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” Quickly, I put on my mascara and red lipstick. Taking one look at the mirror, I put on my black coat so my mother won’t see what’s beneath it until it’s time for her to see it. Opening the door, I see my mother pacing back and forth impatiently.

“Finally,” she sighs. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. But why are you wearing this coat?”

“I’m cold. I’ll remove it later.”

She gives me a look before turning around and leading me outside my room. The whole mansion is big so it took us some time to get outside. From the stairs, I can already see my father in front of the mansion with Beta Leo and his warriors stood in line to welcome the arrival of the Shadow Pack. I got to give my father some credit. Everything looks properly prepared and the golden star lights make the place look absolutely gorgeous. It looks just like what a dream would look like.

I was a little busy mesmerized by the lights when my mother pulls me towards where my father is standing, telling me to behave. Feeling hot, I finally remove my coat and everyone’s eyes quickly focus on me. Perhaps my dress is a little too sexy. With the heavy attention I’m receiving, my parents finally notice and they turn their heads to look at me. Glares shoot right at my face and I smile awkwardly.

“Scarlet,” my mother starts, “I said nice and presentable. Not slutty like a hooker.”

I chuckle at her face. “Relax, mother. Alpha Blake wouldn’t care. Who knows? He might even like it.”

She shakes her head. “You’ll never listen.”

“She’s just like you when you were younger,” my father comments with amusement, shaking his head.

“She’s more like you,” my mother retorts. “A rebel and a naughty teenager in your younger years.”

My father laughs it out. “She is, isn’t she? But thank God, she has your looks.”

“Well, she is pretty.”

“You’ll always be handsome in my eyes, father,” I say with a teasing smile, hugging him.