The Delta's Daughter Chapter 31

LAMIA

Mom, Aunt Olivia and Queen Sarah had booked us all in for a day spa at mid-morning, so we were fresh for the party. Having stylists and make-up artists pamper and prepare us for the ceremony this evening. It was Queen Sarah’s treat. Kira and Tawny; accompanying us, of course. A girl’s day out.

I think I was the only one that wasn’t that excited about it. My life was too unpredictable at the moment and the knot in my stomach wasn’t helping. My brain was mulling through all the possible scenarios of this evening. Would I find a mate? Do I even have another mate? Would Kellen find a mate tonight? I wasn’t sure if I could handle him finding his mate this soon. Would either of us get second chance mates, but were we even considered ‘ex-mates’?

It was all just too confusing.

By the time we had made it to the spa, my parents and aunts knew Kellen and I were not destined. I wonder if that was why my dad had a smug look on his face this morning at breakfast. Of course, Kira was the first person I told this morning as she came bouncing into my room, dive bombing me on the bed.

“So? She asked, where’s Kellen? I would have thought you two would have been marked by now?” Her eyes sparkled, waiting for the details.

The question hashed up the feelings I had managed to push to the back of my head since last night. Her face dropped and sparkling brown eyes dropped and a flash of gratification could be seen before covering it up and masking it with instead a look of pity when she realized that we weren’t mated.

“Oh babe!” she cried out, engulfing me in a hug “I’m so sorry!” she had said.

I told her I was OK, but she knew better. I somehow didn’t sense any sincerity in her voice, or maybe I was just making it up. I effectively changed the direction of the conversation as I showed her my gift from Mike.

The gift turned out to be my little savior.

All day I would get looks of sympathy from the ladies I was with. And each time I would finger my necklace remembering the love that this gift held. Mike wasn’t even here and he was making me feel better.

I hadn’t spoken or seen the boys all day, and to say my anticipation and anxiety level, of how my next interaction with Kellen would be, was at its most peak, was an understatement. I found myself taking several deep breaths throughout the day just trying to calm my nerves.

That was pretty much what I am doing now. We had made it back to the palace all looking like hot bitches, as Kira claimed, and we were now getting dressed.

Kira, of course, as always, was looking fabulous in a sheer red, lace halter top and leather skirt that came to mid thigh and a matching pair of 4 inch heels, her brown curly locks framing her face.

Tawny had chosen a full-length gold dress, paired with matching heels that added some height to her. The shimmering gold material complimented her dark skin, blending nicely with her fiery orange hair that sat on top of her head with loose strands.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my sleeveless dress, donned thin straps and hung down just past mid thigh. The midnight blue fabric hugged in all the right places and sequins highlighted the top and hem. I wore black heels that made me stand at 6 feet tall; my blond, black-streaked hair hung loose down my back and was shaped around my face. Smoky navy and charcoal eye shadow and clear lip gloss finished off my look. The faded scar down my arm was visible, but I was proud of it.

“Girl, you look amazing!” I heard Tawny call behind me.

I smiled, turning to my two friends. “We all look fucking hot as shit,” I beamed.

I sensed Kellen before the knock came on my bedroom door. I called for him to come in, my heart pounding in my chest. Goddess, I hope we aren’t awkward with each other. I thought.

There he stood, looking exquisite in black slacks and a silver grey button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows and leaving the two top buttons undone. His ash-brown hair combed to the side in a relaxed manner. The guy was perfection.

“Can we have a moment alone?” he asked quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. I nodded and looked at the girls, who immediately ushered themselves out and to Kira’s room.

As I heard the door close to Kira’s room, Kellen stepped fully into my mine and closed the door behind him.

“Hi.” My voice was barely audible; I was unable to look up at him.

“You look beautiful, Lamia.” I blushed at his words. Would he always have this effect on me?

Finding my resolve, I finally had the courage to look at him. I hadn’t noticed he had moved closer, so when I finally did meet those Ocean blues, my breath hitched at how close we were.

“I’m afraid to go tonight,” he admitted.

“Me too.” My words were slightly shaky.

The next thing I knew, he had grabbed my face with both hands and tilted it up; his lips met mine in a possessive and longing kiss. As if, on auto pilot, my arms encircled around his neck, pulling him into me.

The passion, the lust, the longing, the need, it was all still there.

We finally broke apart, leaning our foreheads against each other, both breathing heavily.

“I will never not, want you babe. I don’t know where to go from here, but let’s just be us. We can face anything and get through whatever comes our way.” His husky voice whispered, his alluring spice and pine scent that uniquely belonged to him, washed over me, calming both me and my inner wolf. My anxiety, washing away with it.

He fingered the necklace Mike had given to me, turning it in his hand. “Mike gave it to me.”

“It suits you, I like it.” He admitted before producing a small box from his back pocket.

Upon opening the box sat a thin platinum bracelet, the thread twisted into a rope and a single charm hung from it, a star with an emerald jewel in the centre.

“Kellen… don’t make me cry!” I gasped as he took the beautiful piece of jewelry and hooked it around my wrist.

“Now you look even more beautiful, if that’s even possible.” He smirked.

“I have a gift for you too” I said, moving over to my dresser and taking his gift out of my top drawer. I turned back to him and presented him with the box. I bounced on my feet, hands clasped behind my back as he opened it.

A genuine smile plastered his face as he revealed the Air king, stainless steel Rolex. I had, had engraved.

“Turn it over”, I encouraged excitedly.

I watched his eyes widen and glaze over with unshed tears “Lamia… Thank… Thank you.” He stammered as he read the inscription on the back of the watch face.

‘Our bond is as timeless as our friendship and love’. L It read.

It didn’t matter if we were mates or not, the statement still held true. Our bond was timeless, unlike anything or anyone's. We would always have each other’s backs.

“Come on, let’s go greet our guests, enjoy our party and get wasted. We only turn 18 once babe!” Pulling me by my arm towards the door, Kellen and I headed out. I was glad we were still comfortable with each other.

Things were going to be OK, we were good. Or so I thought. It turned out to be a false sense of security.

The seven of us had met up at the main entrance to the ballroom. Tawny and Tyron immediately got attached to each other. Kira had paired up with Damon and I was linked arms with Mike and Kellen, sporting my two boys on either arm.

The event room was decorated beautifully in blue and silver, steamers and balloons graced each table and hung from the ceiling, small candles were placed as the centre pieces with scattered blue and silver stars and moon metallic confetti. The stone stairs leading down into one of the gardens were decorated with little fairy lights and they stretched out into the garden and around the gazebo, creating a magical and romantic setting.

The ballroom was already packed, some guests already seated and some over by the buffet table. Servers were weaving in and out handing out glasses of wine and champagne. On one side of the grand room was a bar and in the centre, against the back wall, was a make-shift stage with the DJ stand to its right, nestled between the stage and the bar.

The tables were scattered around, surrounding a wooden dance floor. I was taking everything in when Kira let out a shriek. I turned to see what the fuss was about.

“Holy shit! You guys made it!” I stepped forward to hug our two friends from the academy.

“Good to see you brothers” Mike said as he shook the hands of Greg and Sam, future Alpha and Beta of the Crescent moon pack.

They had both grown, Greg, with his short cropped brown hair and light brown eyes, stood tall and lean. He was really growing into his Alpha role and Sam, with his golden blond hair and blue eyes, his sharp features and toned arms, enough to make any girl swoon. Sam was as mischievous and just as much of a player as Mike was.

It was great to see them. I know Mike and Kellen bonded with them while at the academy. Their pack will be important allies in the future. They were introduced to Tawny, Damon and Tyron. We stayed talking with them for a good 20 minutes, catching up before Kellen and Mike had to drag me away to walk into the room and greet our other guests, while the others all grabbed a table together.

Of course, there were a few unsavory people who were in attendance, like Ella and her cronies from the Blue moon pack, along with her father, Alpha Nicholas. I let the boys greet them, while I only offered a nod in acknowledgement.

And then there was Zane, Alpha Zane now. Zane Noir and I had history.

Theoretically, the Golden Circle pack, his pack, could technically be mine, if I chose to claim it. I chuckled at the memory of his challenge. He was accompanied by his mother, Luna Juniper and sister, still unmated. He had held the position of Alpha for 3 years now, after his father had passed. And as I heard, he was doing a damn fine job with his pack. Of course he was ever the play boy, a string of girls were crowded by him at the moment, hoping for his attention and affection, as we made our way to greet him and his family.

At 22 years of age, he was tall, dark and handsome, Jet black hair that curtained his face and pale blue eyes, like ice. A strong angular jaw and slopping nose that came to a soft point. Lush lips that pouted when drawn in and a smile that could make your panties wet. He stood at 6 foot 4 inches, muscular and tall with a commanding presence. Yes, Zane Noir was a panty wetting, bedroom dream, and bad boy. Dressed in all black with a silver stud gracing his left eyebrow, despite his rough edges and foul mouth, I too could not escape his appeal and found my eyes drawn to him.

As we greeted his family, I felt his eyes glare, roaming my body, taking in every inch. As devastatingly handsome as he was, I hoped he had no effect on me. At least I thought I hoped, until he leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek.

“You are looking exquisite, Miss. Langley” he purred, his breath fanning my ear.

I smirked and lightly chuckled as I brought my lips closer to his ear “Thank you Zane and I hope you are looking after my pack Alpha.” Intentionally, my voice held a seductive tone, what I didn’t realize was how my own actions would affect my body. I felt him stiffen at my question. I couldn’t help it; I knew it would tease as well as irritate him.

I went to turn away but he grabbed my wrist, holding it tight as he brought himself against me and brushed his lips against my ear.

“Don’t play with me little girl, I would love nothing more than have you on your knees in front of me. As strong as you are, you would be begging me to take you.”

Holy shit! I felt butterflies in my stomach and my core clenched, a shiver running down my spine and my nipples peaked. He smirked, his grip loosening a little “I can smell your arousal; I know you want a taste.”

Arrogant sexy fucker.

I yanked my wrist from him and stepped back. Those cold icy blue orbs burning into me, like he could see through me, right into my soul. Fine. Two could play this game.

I licked my lips seductively; my eyes trained on his and watched him follow the act. I then leaned closer until only he could hear, placing my mouth right by his ear and as sexily as I could, whispered, “You forget, I bow to no man and like to be in charge.” My tongue licked the lobe of his ear.

The most provocative growl rumbled from his chest, as his body lightly pressed against mine, close enough that I could feel every defined muscle under his shirt, his chest taught and puffed, wide and hard. I used my hands to steady myself, by placing them on that broadened chest, and let them fall down to his abdomen, where I could feel his six pack under his black shirt, the heat from his body searing my palms even through the soft thin fabric. I leaned into him a little more and felt my prize. The desired affect I wished to create. His shaft was rock solid pressing into my lower abdomen, straining against his pants. Moon Goddess, this man was well endowed!

I stared back into his eyes, eyes filled with lust and darkening by the second.

I have to say I was turned on by him, and I admit I wanted this man more than I should.