Allison’s POV
I had so many questions to ask Aria. I never expected her to show up again for . I feel eternally indebted to her.
Imdiately, they ungagged , and I wasted no ti in spilling the na of the perpetrators, even with my weak voice.
I saw the surprised expression on Aria’s face; she didn’t expect her friend to be that sinister.
My brother and the Alpha successors stord out of the classroom in search of Liara and her cohorts, and I was left alone with a she-wolf I never imagined would be my friend, and have my forever loyalty.
Now I see what Aven sees in her, now I know what the moon goddess saw in her and decided to give her more than two Alphas as mates. She can handle them; she has the heart and the strength.
"Well, are you coming to the event?" She asked, her face giving up hope even before I could answer her.
"Yes, I ca out for the event, before this."
A look of surprise painted her face; she never knew that I would still want to attend the event after all these years, adding to the fact that I once objected to the acceptance of the event.
The worst has happened, what more could be worse than this?.
We walked out of the school building into the kissing booth arena.
I was amazed at the kind of crowd the event pulled; it was like almost the whole school wanted to participate in the kissing booth.
The ticket queue was long, and those already with tickets were many.
I was thrilled, and I was moved to volunteer at the last minute.
My eyes caught Jackson’s, and I could see the slightest expression of anger in his eyes. Deep inside , I knew he never wanted to let go of , and he didn’t want either.
To him, it was a ga he loved to play and couldn’t disregard, so that whenever he felt bored, he could co back to it.
I ignored him and stepped backstage, where other students council mbers were.
I announced my intention to volunteer at the last minute and got the surprised look from all of them, but Macy, being the one who always makes sure things happen, walked up to l and whispered sothing to her.
They had a little back and forth, but she ended up convincing l.
I was called out into the booth with a blindfold. My heart skipped a bit as I stepped into the stand.
Many thoughts washed through at once; I didn’t know what to expect. At that instant, I started to regret my choices.
I stood there in the box for so ti, no one ca forward, I was embarrassed, does it an no one in this school ever saw as attractive?.
Jackson must be the happiest in the crowd; his effect is practical, no one will see as mate worthy again, not even the weakest of wolves.
A little tear stained my face. I’ve never felt rejected by any male wolf until after Jackson. Jackson has succeeded in ruining my identity.
Tricia and Alexa must be thrilled that I feel this way, since they can’t ever get a mate for themselves, they have turned to witches I can’t recognize. I’m so glad I didn’t preach them to my brother or any of the successors.
In the midst of my clouded thoughts, I felt it, a pull from the crowd. The pull kept getting closer and closer until I felt his presence near.
My heart hamred against my chest as I felt a warmth I’ve never felt before radiate through .
His aura was so strong and overwhelming that it made feel so small in comparison. He must be an alpha, but how co? I have already written myself off from ever having a mate.
I had thought I would end up being cast away from my pack as a weak wolf who never got to have a mate, but here I am, an alpha standing in front of in front of the whole Ashwood.
A blush crept to my face, feeling flustered all over, I reached out for his fra.
He carved in a little, his hand reaching for my back and snatching it in place.
"I know you have waited for this mont, mate. I’m sorry it took this long," he said before snatching my lips in a heartwarming kiss.
The crowd erupted in cheers and excitent. At that mont, it felt like a festival where I was the center of attraction. For once, it wasn’t Aria’s stage or Tracy’s stage or Aven’s stage.
The stage was mine, and I felt alive in his arms and his voice.
His voice was smooth like velvet, sending a rush of heat down my core. For once, the chemistry felt genuine, not rushed, not forced, just a bond snapping into place and erupting in sparks and flas.
I could tell him not to bla himself for taking long, I could say to him that I was silly to have fallen for a clown’s joke, to have let Jackson step into my life and step all over .
But it was too late for any complaints; there wasn’t any need. The pain I had felt for the past weeks disappeared in this very minute, and for a mont, I never thought there was any chemistry I ever felt compared to what I was feeling.
"Do you want to leave this place?" he whispered into my ear.
"What else am I doing here?" I replied to him, a slow smile curving my lips.
"Let’s leave here then," he said, grabbing my hand and leading off the box. I removed my blindfold as soon as we walked off the stage.
And I was standing face to face with Khalil, the Alpha in charge of the strongest pack in the kingdom, the Westbrook pack.
He was rumored to be the ’Child King’, the Alpha who ascended the ruling seat after the death of his father at the age of fourteen.
I couldn’t smile at that mont; it was too good to be true.
"Shocked to find in Ashwood, right?" He asked with a smirk dancing on his lips as he studied in admiration.
"You are too forward," I replied to him, smiling from ear to ear. " You should start by introducing yourself."
"Oh, pardon my fastness, I guess your beauty threw off balance," he replied with a cute smile gracing his face.
I thought the rumor said he doesn’t smile. What is he doing, smiling at ? He was a smooth talker, too, saying the right words.
I felt a little bit of fear, hoping history wasn’t about to repeat itself. Jackson never loved ; he hated my father a lot for punishing him.
He wanted to get back at my father, smooth-talking into a bond, knowing that I was the sidelined daughter of my father.
His vengeance turned into a toxic and selfish obsession, and now he sees soone with more power to deal with my father; he has swapped to her, and not only did his mind do that, but the moon goddess had concurred.
I guess that they are birds that flock together.
"You are silent, did I say sothing wrong?" He asked with furrowed brows.
"No, you didn’t," I replied coldly, studying him carefully.
"I’m Khalil from the Westbrook pack," he introduced, bowing down dramatically. "And you are what my princess?" He said, extending his hands.
I chuckled lightly, accepting his hands. "I’m Allison, the daughter of the Alpha in charge of the kingdom’s military stronghold."
"I should call you ’Your highness’ then?" he asked, giving a knowing smile, batting his brows at .
"Never knew that the Khalil of Westbrook had a playful side, I thought he was all grumpy all the ti," I teased him.
"Well, the rumor says so, and I let it remain like that. After all, I lost my dad at a very tender age and my mother, being lunar, insisted I take over the throne of my father instead of letting my uncle act as leader until I ca of age.
The responsibility was thrown on my shoulders at the age of fourteen, and before I was sixteen, I stopped feeling like a child. I lost my teenage happiness, presiding over etings with elderly wolves, solving issues well beyond my age, and making sure my pack was shielded from external attackers.
Now tell how I am supposed to smile, tell how I should be the way the other Alphas are. I made so mistakes as their alpha imdiately after my mom died, and I was left with responsibilities even when I was grieving.
I turned into a ruthless monster, and I ruled with fear."
He paused and looked at . He smiled when he saw listening attentively to his sad story. "Ok, now enough of , let know you."
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