Alpha Landon | ✔️ (Published)

Chapter Two

~Althea

I pull my hand from Missy's sweaty grasp, rubbing it down the side of my dress. Her moral support is nice, but she is adamant about finding Landon. Sometimes I think she sees more faith in Landon and I's relationship than I do, personally.

"I'm supposed to be looking for Cyrus," I argue, as Missy drags me through a tight crowd of dancing people. We have just arrived, and it's just past midnight. Landon is no where to be seen, and neither is my supposed date. I'm hardly nervous about meeting Cyrus. I'm slightly tempted to shoo him in the direction of another girl, and I know Missy would feel obliged to help out.

"Stuff Cyrus, we have an Alpha to look for," she dismissed. I stop, yanking her back. I wanted to check on Landon, I mean he's my best friend. But, he's probably dealing with other important things at the moment. And anyway, this will be a tense time for his family, and I don't want to get in the way, or upset them.

"I need to meet this Cyrus okay? I'll find Landon later. Now go and have fun," I insist, trying to gently push her away by the shoulders. She sighed, and I could tell she was torn. She's cool to be around, and being alone in crowds is daunting, but I'm afraid she's going to get in the way.

"Fine, but we leave together," she states firmly. I nod in agreement, yet not quite feeling it. She's sure to find some male to take her home since she's currently unmated, and there is an abundance of handsome Wolves at her disposal. And with those legs, and that dress, she's quite the catch.

She skips off, and I decide to make a beeline for the refreshments. Apparently Cyrus is trying to find me according to father, and maybe this will be a focal point for him. I wander around the table for a moment, refraining from getting a glass of punch from the massive crystal bowl.

The party is in full swing, with dancers and music filling the room to capacity. Many are intoxicated, and flopping around the floor with little to no coordination.

I gaze around, tugging at the ends of my thick, tight dress. The ballroom I'm situated in is decorated and bedazzled, the past Alpha showing off their substantial amount of wealth. Only he, a former party man would go to the lengths of this current affair.

"God Al, I've been searching for you for ages..."

I look up in time, just before smacking into someone's broad chest. I blink, looking up blankly. A handsome man stands over me, dark, smoldering eyes burning into mine. I swallow nervously. I've never seen him before, although he looks oddly familar. That floppy brown hair...but that perfectly sculpted body is unfamilar.

"You have?"

He called me Al, and only very few people know that. Wait...it can't be.

"Of course I have," he says, looking confused. I watch his dark eyebrows knit together, and I tilt my head. What is this guy even playing at?

"Yeah...Cyrus right?"

"Cyrus?"

"Yeah, this is our date remember..." I inform him, wanting to snap my fingers in front of his face. He blinks in confusion, then a brooding, angry look forms on his eyes. I didn't mean to be so straight forward; did I offend him?

"Althea, it's me. Landon," he says slowly. It takes a moment, before hitting my chest like a jab. I stumble back a bit, my eyes raking up and down his body. Woah woah, this can't be...

"Seriously?" He looks a little hurt, like I should know who my best friend is. But the thing is, I knew he would change, but not as substantially as this. Wow, he's not even wearing his glasses anymore.