Alana’s POV
Many days have rolled by and I am now standing with Tyler and Axel, welcoming strangers into our home.
Goddess, it has taken weeks for me not to sound like an imposter by saying the words “our home.”
Three packs have their representatives already in Crescent Moon pack and will be spending the night over for the meeting with Axel. The representatives include their Alpha, Beta, and some, their Luna.
The ones from the other packs plan to only be present for the party and take off just as they've come.
“Don’t panic, Alana, you’ve done a really good job.” Axel’s hand is locked in mine, sweeping over the back of my palm soothingly.
I think that Axel could be the most touchy werewolf I’ve ever encountered. If his hands aren’t holding mine firmly, they’re slightly brushing over my arm, my neck, my cheek, or his leg is brushing over mine or my thigh.
I can’t complain. I don’t wish to. What sensible she-wolf would?
“I guess I have,” I say, squeezing the hem of my gown to absorb the sweat forming on my free hand. “They would be here any minute right?”
Alpha Micheal and Luna Valentina decided to come just this afternoon, hours before the party began.
I had been so busy with Coral preparing the halls and inspecting the foods, ale, and wine that I hadn't had the chance to panic about their arrival.
Well, Coral did most of the work, I just trailed beside her nodding and smiling as much as possible.
“Mom and Dad are here already,” he says softly. “Are you ready?”
I nod. “This is as ready as I can be. I’m ready. I’m ready.” I look up to Axel smiling down at me and the corner of my lips stretch into a small smile.
“Okay.” His free hand finds the nape of my neck and gently massages it before kissing my forehead.
“Wait!” I screech wide-eyed. “Do I look okay?”
“Yes. You look absolutely beautiful, Alana. You always look beautiful.”
The blush that heats my cheek instantly makes me forget that the Alpha and Luna could see me and sniff that I am a weak and pathetic wolf whose only best gifts are unsheathed claws and sharp canines.
“Thanks,” I say.
The doors to the main building are held open and the most beautiful woman in existence walks through beaming, hand in hand with her male who walks beside her.
Her hair is black, long, thick, and shiny in the dull lighting of the room. What would those look like out in the sun? Her skin is tanned, so smooth, and must be as soft as butter because it looks like it.
Head held high, steps purposeful and confident, I immediately feel self-conscious and less of myself.
I didn’t expect to be on par with her, but I feel very intimidated by her presence.
“Axel! My baby,” the elderly woman practically screams like a child on Christmas morning and runs into Axel, squeezing him tight in a hug.
“Mother. You look good. How do you do?”
Did he say she looked good? Axel was being modest. She looked stunning. Amazing. Fire. Breathtaking. Goddess!
“Fine, my boy.” She beams and lets go of his shoulders. “Oh! You look good. The circles under your eyes are no longer there. And you’ve grown more. I like the beards, I do. But you’re not taking care of your hair. I expect it to be thicker and fuller.”
Her large, soulful, and motherly eyes scan Acel from head to toe. “I see you’ve been eating well, and working out,” she holds his jaw in her thumb and forefinger. “But not having enough sex. You need more of that.”
I practically choked on air and the invisible black liquid that filled my lungs within a second.
Luna Valentina laughs. A motherly laugh that could draw heartfelt smiles from anybody before turning her head in my direction.
Axel, as usual, gives up nothing in his expression.
“Goddess,” she chokes. “Alana, am I right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I throw a glance at Axel and stutter. “Luna,” I bow, curtsy, almost kneel, I don’t know what to do.
“Get up, silly. Dear, Lunas bow to no one other than their males. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I nod, short of words as this intimidatingly beautiful woman hovers over me, cupping my cheeks, my shoulders, and my hips.
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