Page 141 of Freeing My Alpha

“I love you too, Amy.”

“Now go try these on while we pick out the sexiest lingerie for you to enjoy after the fact.”

“What?!”

Amy cackles. “You wanted to pay for something, right? Don’t let Celestia pressure our soon-to-be Luna out of getting what she needs today.”

I nearly drop my armful of dresses as I tackle Amy with a hug. “I really do love you.”

“I really do love you too, girl. Always have, always will. Even when you piss me off.”

I sigh. “Just be nice to me when I inevitably have about 20 nip slips in the next hour.”

Amy bursts out laughing before calling the rest of the Sexy Luna Taskforce over. “With what she picked out, you'll all want to see this!”

Yasmine beams, her fangs on full display. “Our future Luna is trying something on?”

Rainn smirks in a way only a sibling can. “Noah’s going to be so jealous we saw it first!”

Lilian and Celeste follow behind them as our mini pack streams in, all eyes on me.

I keep my shoulders from slumping, breathing into my wolf’s determination to be Luna. “I think I already know which one I love, but I’m trying them all on first—” I bite back a smile. “To give you a show.”

My friends cheer and whistle, and I escape into the dressing room with the biggest smile I’ve had all day. Amy follows close behind, helping me sort the dresses and slip into the complicated getups.

“You've got this, girl. I'm so fucking proud of you,” Amy whispers.

I blow out a shaky breath, gazing at myself in the mirror as I strip to my underwear. Most of them don’t feel as exciting as I hoped. My heart sinks when I try the final dress on, and the lace scratches against my skin. I already know it’ll irritate my neurodivergent brain all night.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asks.

But I’m no longer looking at Amy in the mirror; something catches my eye over her shoulder, glittering in the corner.

“Aliya?”

“Oh, my God, Amy... What is that?”

She spins around. Amy falls into a hush as we approach the stray dress. “Whoa. It looks like it’s never been released before. We’d have to ask Celestia.”

I bite my nails. “Do you think that’s rude?”

“Oh, hell no. I think she’ll fucking love it.”

My heart pounds as I look into Amy’s eyes. If I want that dress, I’ll have to be selfish and request it. My feet shuffle. “Amy, I love all of these, but that one...”

I nibble my lip, staring back at the dress with Amy. It consumes the silence in the room, filling it with gentle shimmers under the store lights.

“Let’s ask her,” I whisper.

Amy bolts out the door the second I say the word. Within a minute, Celestia rushes to remove the gown she’s been working on, helping me into it with a beaming grin.

This is by far the most incredible, expensive dress I've ever worn. It feels so luxurious that I’m afraid to touch it.

But as I step into my soon-to-be Luna dress, I’m overcome with anxiety, excitement, and an intense, unavoidable hunger. I can feel her rising to the surface, more than ever: the Luna I want to be.

When I look into my own eyes in the mirror, she’s already there, staring back.

My breath short-circuits as my eyes roam across every visible scar, flaw, and oddity beneath the sheer fabric. A faint outline of my nipples peek through the intricate design, but it doesn’t feel vulgar. It feels molded to my body, outlining features that aren’t necessarily good or bad; they just are. Until I take a step back to zoom out my focus, capturing the full image of myself all at once. With every flaw I thought I had, lacy framing adds a certain beauty to them I never cared to notice before.

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