Alpha's Hunt

10. Drunken Balls

But the best thing is the shine in my eyes and the smile on my faceー real happiness.

I leave the room, a frown tugs at my lips. Luke still isn't back. Where is he? Did something happen?

An unfamiliar weight on my heart makes my eyebrows furrow. I shake my head.

Don't think about him, think about your mate. Luke will be fine.

Everyone has already gone down, the omegas are in there rooms, away from the party downstairs. I take a deep breath and start towards the stairs.

I look down in the hall, my heart beats a hundred times per second, my mind races a million miles per breath. My eyes search the heads I can see but I don't feel anything.

A thread of fear coils around my heart.

Don't be so ridiculous! Go down and look for him, he'll be here!

Yeah... Yeah! All these Lycans and all these werewolves they've invited, my mate has to be somewhere among them!

I start descending the stairs, all eyes turn to me. My breath catches in my throat. I wait for someone to point me out and scream; Imposter! But no one does. They simply stare, gazes ranging from curious to lusty.

My feet start moving.

Twenty steps. The tremble in my hands stops.

Fifteen. I hold my chin high.

Ten. My confidence rises.

Five. My lips curve up in a smile.

Three. I sneeze.

Perfect timing, humility. Just perfect.

I slip backwards, catching a glimpse of the surprised looks of the crowd, my body braces itself for the impact and then suddenly the wind gets knocked out of my lungs and my mind starts spinning again.

I feel something tightly coiled around my waist, my hands flat against something hard that feels like... A suit?

My eyes fly up to meet stormy blue ones, staring down at me with enough intensity to drown a battle ship.

Luke is dressed in a dark blue suit, the same colour as his eyes, a velvety black mask concealing his face.

He leans down, my eyes become the size of the moon and my heart squirms in place, hyper aware of his lips against my ear.

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice hisses in my ear

I pull back as much as his grip would let me and look up at the stormy blue eyes boring into my own. I give him my brightest smile.

"Finding my mate."

Slipping out of his hold, I turn around as if nothing just happened and ignore every pair of eyes looking at me suspiciously.

I look around the hall, keep my senses sharp, eyes peeled but I don't see him I don't feel my heart swell with happiness, I don't find a scent that would drive me estatic.