My Choice

The Ball

Casper sighed, fixing his suit in the mirror. Tonight was the pack's mate-seeking ball. The males of America's packs watch as the girl shows off in fancy dresses so tomorrow they can fight each other for their chosen mate. Casper thought it was barbaric, but his father was the Alpha of the southern pack. You see, there were Alphas for each pack, and then there was the Alpha King for all the packs in America that ruled them all. Axel Furian was the current one. How does one become Alpha King, you might ask? Well the first step is you must get at least five votes after the standing Alpha dies, then the chosen have to do all these trails until there is only one remaining, but they don't die in the trails no they with how rare our species is pointly slaughter of our most promising would be ridiculous, the trails can be dangerous, but never life threatening and killing components gets you out of the running right away. But a lot of the trails are in place to test your intelligence and ability to lead, more mental than physical, though there are still physical ones, to see who will be the best ruler. It is very unbarbaric compared to the mating rituals. The runner-ups become part of the council, the pack that advises the Alpha. 

"You're ready, good Alpha King Axel is going to be there tonight, and I want to make a good impression," Mathew Bane Casper's father said as Casper's mother, Mary, followed him into Casper's hotel room. Casper said nothing, just followed them out. Casper stood in the corner watching the party. A few girls had come over to him to try and get him to choose them, but he ignored them.

"Hey, handsome," Casper smirked, turning to his best friends, Layla and Sarah. 

"You both look lovely," Casper greeted, and they grinned. He wasn't lying. Layla's usually messy hair was perfectly curled and flipped to one side. She wore a tight, dark blue mermaid gown that showed off her curves. Sarah's blonde hair was pulled into a high ballerina bun, and her grey dress left her shoulders bare and was tight around her chest before going down into flowing waves around her ankles. 

"Thank you," Sarah said. 

"What are you doing sulking in the corner? This is your chance to find that special girl who will love you," Layla pointed out. 

"I don't support this tradition besides the only girls that have come over know who my father is and want to be the next luna of the Southern pack," Casper explained. 

"How about a dance?" Layla asked her usually cheery self. 

"Don't you have to find a sexist bastard to claim you?" Casper teased, but her smile was still contagious 

"I've already found plenty," they said at the same time, and Casper scoffed. 

"Sure," he said, but then stopped as he saw his father waving him over. Casper sighed. 

"Damn," Sarah complained. 

"We'll see you later," Layla waved, and Casper walked over to his father. 

"Here he is," Mathew said, patting his shoulder. 

"Not as big as I thought he'd be," Alpha Marcus from the Western pack said. 

"He's still plenty strong, but he's extremely fast, the fastest I've ever seen," Mathew bragged and Casper bowed his head in respect, and Marcus nodded, waving over a young lady. She was very pretty; she had the same blonde hair and brown eyes as Marcus, so Casper assumed it was his daughter. 

"My Daughter, Hannah," Marcus confirmed with his introduction, and the girl looked him up and down like he was a prize cow and then smiled. Mathew elbowed his son. 

"Pleasure to meet you," Casper greeted taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently when he looked up Hannah looked very pleased, she wore the look many girls got around him, with his skilled blond hair and crystalline blue eyes he'd been told he looked like royalty and in pack standards he kinda was and so was Hannah, children of the alphas' they were only a handful of them. Hannah looked like she'd hit the jackpot. Mathew elbowed his son again and looked toward the dance floor.