Wolf-less Omega Luna novel Chapter 15

Alana’s POV

“Mabel happens to be the best stylist in all of Crescent Moon Pack. She styled the previous Luna multiple times and I think she'll do wonders on you.” Coral grinned too giddily. “She’ll take care of our dresses.”

“Our?”

“Yes,” Coral beamed. “I figured I could use a new dress for the announcement tomorrow.”

“Right.”

“Hello, Luna, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mabel’s French accent sizzled through the air.

“Hi, Mabel, it’s nice to meet you too,” I said.

One look at Mabel and you’d know she was a stylist. A badass one at that. Her costume said so, the way her hair was styled, her bold lipstick and eyeliners that made her green eyes pop, and even the way she cat-walked around the place.

Her workshop was breathtaking. Mannequins adorned with elegant (and expensive-looking) outfits surrounded the place.

“You make these or?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Yes. All of our pieces are handmade, Luna.”

“Wow.”

“See,” Coral flashed. “I told you she’s good. Impressed?”

“Beyond impressed.”

A large mirror stood just elevated to reflect people trying on the amazing dresses.

I glimpsed a reflection of my auburn hair plaited in two halves. It looked as silky as I thought, thanks to Coral. My ever-violet eyes that never flickered or glazed, earning me a human look, had fading dark circles around them from lack of sleep.

They darted to the worn-out undersized jeans, hugging my legs tightly way above my ankles, oversized polo, and my only surviving sneakers. One glance and I realized I was out of place.

Embarrassed couldn’t cut it. I was gravely mortified.

“Luna,” Mabel began.

“Alana, please.”

“I wouldn’t dare, Luna,” she said as she bowed her head in my direction.

I tossed a bewildered glance at Coral who was nibbling on some strawberry cookies in the complementary sweet treat section and she said, “It’s only right that pack members accord you the respect due as Luna. Higher ranked wolves ‘can’ address you on a first name basis if you put them up to it, but anything less from pack members is regarded as disrespectful,” she explained. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

Except that it kind of was. Having people who once stepped on my head for breathing the same air as them being compelled to accord me with respect or be considered disrespectful was more than a big deal.

“Okay.”

Mabel continued with a sharp two-clap. “Sully, bring out the piece!” A proud look spread across her face, lifting her already high cheekbones.

“This piece, Luna, took months of dedication to come to quintessence. It is a replica, the only one, might I add, of the original bridal dress that Katniss Della, the bride of Alpha Cole Crescent Blackwood, of the first werewolves of Crescent Moon pack wore on the day of her joining with her mate.”

She spoke proudly, practically worshiping the dress on the mannequin that a young she-wolf of about my age rolled out.

“I made it,” she continued, “because my mentor told me that I couldn’t.” Now, her smile was that of morale and credit for the work she had done.

Looking at it, my jaws dropped. Mabel didn’t accord herself the slightest bit of accolade that she deserved for this masterpiece.