THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE

Sound of laughter travelles to me from downstairs and my hands shook, almost throwing down the vase I had been attending to. I should have gotten used to it but it was impossible. 

How could one get used to something like that? Wolf whined inside of me, unhappy and upset for me. Rebelling silently for me.

 I stared at my busy hands. The hands that were supposed to be holding gifts, were rearranging the flowers that refused to look right. This would be the fifth time I was arranging them but the result remained the same. I was doing everything I could to keep my mind off the party happening downstairs.

 The more I tried to distract myself, the more the event keeps making itself known to me, like it was mocking me. The music was loud, the laughter doesn't cease and voices blended together in celebration. It was my birthday.

 Well, technically it was my stepsister Celeste's birthday too. We were born on the same day, although she is a year older than I.  But no one was celebrating for me. I go to stand in front of the mirror, I stare at my reflection with sadness in my eyes. They did it on purpose, on my birthday they gave me a dress that made me look pitiful. It was an old dress that barely fit anymore, it has lost its color from years of use. 

My silver-blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun. I looked exactly like what I'd become. A servant in my own house. While downstairs, Celeste was wearing a beautiful emerald gown. I'd seen it earlier when her mom, Vivian, had shown it off, gushing about how much it cost and how perfect it looked on her daughter. 

They knew I was standing at the corner when they talked about it. But they didn't care. All that matters was the party. A party that should be for two people if only someone would remember that. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned back to the flowers

 'Don't cry. Don't think about it. Just finish the work and go back to your room' I say to myself. This door is pushed opened behind me and I turn around; it's Damien, Celeste's finance. 

Damien stood in the doorway, he wore a smile that complemented his appearance. He was tall, handsome, wealthy, everything Celeste had ever wanted. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his expensive suit looked tailor made. He was smiling but something about the way his eyes slowly moved down my body made my skin crawl. 

There was something dark in those eyes, something wrong and hungry. "D-Damien...what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice shaky as I took a small step back with the step he took forward, "Celeste is-" "I know where Celeste is," he smoothly cut into my sentence.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The closed door made my stomach twisted,