Page 84 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
Jazz finally regains her ability to speak. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she states cockily, making Aryanna smile even broader.
Aryanna squeezes her hand, smiling widely. “I assume you’re Jazmine, Marcel’s sister, am I right?”
“Call me Jazz,” she offers. “You’re Aryanna?”
“Call me Ari.” Aryanna looks at Jazz almost dreamily. “Care to dance?”
Jazz nods eagerly, following her mate to the dance floor. They immediately pull each other in a close dance, Aryanna’s arms circling Jazz’s waist, pressing against her body, while Jazz has hers around Aryanna’s neck, fingers entwined. They look like such a power couple, both tall and attractive, radiating confidence, strength, and passion.
A lot of passion.
“For a white girl, you dance well,” Jazz teases.
Aryanna flashes her a smirk and removes one hand from around her waist. She grabs Jazz’s chin and makes her look up. “You are exactly my type,” she grins before pulling her into a kiss.
“The funny thing is,” Alpha Celine chuckles behind us. “That Aryanna has been desperately wanting to meet Jazz ever since she found out that she’s half-witch and a tough girl.”
“That’s fate,” Tori beams.
“Absolutely,” Aurelia agrees, grinning at the surprised expression of our other friends. “What? Of course, I believe in fate too! And in romance.”
“Jazz deserves to have the best mate,” I say with emphasis. “This’s just perfect!”
“Well,” Marcel mock-complains. “There goes my dream of becoming an uncle.”
“Sperm donors are a thing, honey,” Aryanna shouts from the dance floor. “Otherwise, make some children yourself.”
Jazz laughs. She looks so happy, it warms my heart. I love Jazz, in a platonic way, obviously, and I wish her nothing but happiness in life, even if it means that she will be leaving Moon Blood to be with Aryanna.
“Ah, youth,” Desmona, the elderly witch who accompanied Aryanna, sighs. “I remember when I was young and full of passion and sex drive.”
Marcel groans. “Could we please not talk about my sister’s possible sex life.”
“Didn’t you just say you wanted to become an uncle?” Harmony teases. “How exactly did you think that would work?”
“Hey, you can want one thing and hate the other,” he argues.
“Did anyone else come here with you?” Alpha Celine asks the elderly woman, slight concern in her voice. “You’re hopefully not on your own tonight?”
The woman shakes her head. “I’m not alone. Alpha Liam has sent one of his warriors with me and his brother Marius. They’re waiting outside.”
I swear, for a split second there was a flash of shock in Alpha Celine’s eyes. I’m not sure why she is so surprised, but the moment passes as fast as it came.
Thankfully, Aurelia diffuses the growing tension by patting Nox’s shoulder. “How about you guys offer Val, Tori, and me a dance?” she asks with a teasing smile.
“Absolutely!” Lion extends both his hands, taking mine and Tori’s arms and leading us to the dance floor. Nox and Aurelia follow suit. Unlike Marilou and Jazz, we are not in for a flirty dance though, we just shake and jump around for the fun of it.
We are so engulfed in everything that no one notices the atmosphere changing slightly. Only when the ground starts to shake do we stop. For a second, I’m confused, looking around. The room has gone dark all of a sudden. A power outage? Earthquake?
The ground shakes again, noises coming from outside. “It’s an attack,” Aryanna yells.
Like a flash, Alpha Celine shifts and runs outside, Harmony right on her heels. Marcel is guarding the entrance, baring his fangs, and growling.
I’ve still not fully grasped what’s going on. My mind and body on autopilot. I feel a hand grabbing my arm. “Stay down,” Aurelia calls out to us. “Lionel, stay with them! Nox, come with me.”
Lion takes Tori and me by our arms and tugs us toward the corner of the room. I can see my mother sprinting towards me in panic. There are noises, screams, and shattering sounds. Things break. My wolf senses are so weak though, that I can’t make much out in the darkness. It’s like an out-of-body experience, like I’m not even here. As if my body and mind are numb, and I can only watch on in horror.
But then I see them. Those silver gleaming eyes from our all-girls movie night. They are glowing through the darkness from the other side of the room, staring right at me. They seem to suck me in like they want to enchant me or hypnotize me, and obligingly, I’m becoming dizzy all of a sudden.
