You Are Most Welcome Alpha

ll੨੫ll ...us Malkanis.

The fabric was too coarse and scratchy for my liking. It was flattering for my small curves but it was pinching around the ribs, making breathing a tad bit difficult. I shook my head, clutching my nicely shaped chest. This suit was of a deep eggplant color, with a small neck snd my signature high neckline and of the heaviest velvet I've ever encountered. It was utterly plain, no blemishes or embroidery or flashy sequins, and went to the bends of my elbows and knees before the under salwar, cuffed at the ankles rather loosely, ruffled with each footstep. The chunni was meant to be plain black velvet but I rather not be dressed so dark for my meeting with the Pack.

After weddings, there was no way for the couple to wear any black for up to a year. They said it was like an open invitation for death upon the other spouse, especially if the wife were to wear it. Sexist indeed. Despite times changing, many still believed in the superstition. I never did, though, I don't want to be proven wrong anytime soon.

I was just trying on some of the salwar kameezs that came from the tailors in a neighboring Pack. Nureen and Sakashi had chosen to drop it off around the late afternoon before hurrying away to the meeting with the others. It's tradition that during the wedding the groom's shoes be stolen by the bridesmaids or sisters of the bride, depending who got a hold of them before the others. Something to do with mischief, and an easy way to money out of the brother in law. I wasn't to be a part of this, so I wasn't. I could pray Greysan learn of this trouble he was going to face before things get out of hand on the wedding day.

Stripping out of a dull teal suit, I was trying the last one which I happened to like the most. It was similar to the deepened purple but instead it was of blood red. The fabric was a lot smoother and I could breathe while still showing the curves of my body. The clip binding my hair into a tight bun atop my head snapped, loosening and falling into bits. I sighed when bending to sweep the fragments. Thick/long hair struggles believe it or not. I tended to avoid hair ties for they seemed to snap much easier than the large clips; a standard 24 pack of thick hair ties would last for about a week before wearing and breaking.

Shortly, I heard slamming and a few men yelling from under the door. I winced from the harsh vile words I could hear more clearly  once I opened the door to my bedroom. Since our sagai was done, I requested we keep separate bedroom until after the marriage, just so we could ready individually. My heels curiously carried me down the stairs and into the corridor of the many meeting studies the Salvatore kept on the main floor.

It was isolated to one side of the manor and hardly anyone went here. I called it an amphitheater; it was big and spacious but hollow and empty except for a rhinestone chandelier and a single dinning table with seats to accommodate for about 50 Alphas and a lot of windows. Something to do with the hostile nature Alpha could harbor in a fit of rage Rosza said. I couldn't tell whether or not she was joking in the moment.

I kept to the curve before the hallway or else Greysan would've scented me, but being here, a bit further away, could be any potential human. He could've mistaken me for any of my friends so I knew I was safe. I didn't want to eavesdrop but what Greysan was saying about the Pack security was serious, his vocal expressions told me so. He spoke and paused, another voice in more a deeper tone translating into a language I had unmistakably grown to despise.

My breathing hitched. When the male was done, a growl rattled the hall. It was not of Greysan or the translator. Again Greysan was saying something to assure him but once more his words were misinterpreted, deliberately. Blind anger raged my veins, and not caring that my friends had admonished from seeing the groom, I thunder into the halls, doors thrown open rather quite dramatically, my voice bellowing, "He's a lying kangar."