The Forbidden Alpha

I walked into the meeting room Ethan said was available for use. Large trucks had been coming to the packhouse all morning. The Desert Boutique had set up the meeting room and as I walked in, my heart sped up and my eyes widened. There were dresses of every shade lining the walls of the room, they had set up a changing room that opened up to mirrors. Lounge chairs sat in the middle of the room for guests. The sweetest aroma wafted around the room.

Sadness pricked my heart at the thought of not having anyone here with me today. I couldn’t ask Gabe to be here when he was in mourning. How crappy would he feel having to smile and look at dresses when all he had on his mind was Olivia?

“Good afternoon Luna,” a wry feminine voice called from beside me, making me jump. A tall and slender woman walked towards me. “Allow me to introduce myself,” she said with a quick bow.

“I’m Jenna,” she said. She wore a low-cut navy blue dress that fell halfway down her thigh. “I’ll be assisting you with your dresses today.”

“It’s great to meet you, you can call me Adea,” I told her. Jenna turned to look behind me and I turned to follow her gaze.

“When will your guest arrive?” She asked.

“No guest,” I say with a smile, “it’s just me.”

Her face doesn’t give anything away but a smile spreads across her lips. “We brought everything we could, I do apologize we couldn’t bring more,” she said.

“Oh, no, you’ve brought plenty! I’m sure I’ll find something perfect for the ceremony,” I say as I try to reassure her.

“Do you see anything you want to try out first?” She asks as she looks around the room. Looking around the room, there are a lot of dresses here. “They all look amazing,” I tell her.

“Is there anything you don’t want?” She asks.

“I would like to stay away from long sleeves,” I started, “I don’t want to wear anything I’d feel stuffy in.”

She nods as she looks around the room. “Feel free to browse. I’ll give you some space give me a call if any catch your eye. I’ll put them in the changing room for you.”

Jenna makes her way across the room and begins shuffling around with boxes stacked high in the corner. My eyes glide over the dresses and I decide to start with one corner. I’ll eventually make my way across the room.

The first dress resembles a human wedding dress, white, long, and conservative. It’s beautiful but not what I want to wear for my ceremony. The second dress is red, the material feels like spandex and screams seduction. Gorgeous but not what I want to wear when I’m introducing myself to the pack as their Luna.

I walk down the row of dresses touching the material as I go. I bypass the long sleeve dresses and stop at the ones that pop out to me. A beautiful light pink dress called to me but when I got a closer look it looked like something you’d wear to a High School prom.

“What a pity,” Kor murmured. “That one was pretty.”

I nod. “It was, wasn’t it?” I say, letting it go and moving on. The softest material brushed against my fingers and the design was simple yet elegant, I made note of the number to let Jenna know and moved on. My eyes dragged along a long red sheer dress that fell to the ground. This dress was sleeveless and had red designs in the skirt that led to the end of the dress. It’s gorgeous but might be too fancy for my taste. I made a mental note of the number.

Kor chuckles.

“It won’t hurt to try it on. Might change my mind when I have it on,” I said in defense.

The next dress was a light salmon color and the skirt was flowy. Looking at the sleeves, I knew they would barely fall off my shoulders. It was beautiful. Another one to try on. I almost went all the way around the room when a dress took my breath away.

It was… perfect. It was light pink and sleeveless. Flipping it over, I looked on the backside it was backless. The front of the dress is tight around the bust and down to the hips but below flow outwards slightly. A beautiful design of the same color adorned the front of the dress and spread down the skirt. A ribbon of the same color was tied loosely above the waist.

Definitely this one.

“I designed that one myself,” Jenna said from behind me. Blindsided by her sudden closeness, I jump. “Sorry,” she chuckles.

“It’s a beautiful dress,” I say turning back to the dress.

“Simplicity leads to real beauty,” she murmurs.

I smile.

“Perfectly describes this dress,” I say turning to her. “I’d like numbers 25, 40, and 75, please. I’ll check out the rest of the dresses.”

“Right away, Luna. Please take your time,” she said, grabbing the #75 off of the rack before turning in the direction of the other dresses.

“Thank you,” I say as she walks away.

I want a maroon-colored dress for the reception. I took my time examining the dresses that came close to the color I wanted and stopped at a deep v-neck halter dress that was open at the chest and flowed down in waves. It looked similar to something the Greek Goddess Athena would have worn and I grab it from the rack and walk to the dressing room.

“I could have gotten that for you, Luna,” Jenna says as I walk up with it in hand.

“It’s fine. I was on my way there anyway,” I say to her as I slip into the dressing room. When I’ve locked the door behind me, I grab the red dress that flows to the ground first. I know I’m not going to pick this one but I want to try it anyway. After 10 minutes of undressing, I slide into the dress. Smoothing it out, I take a deep breath and unlock the door. I step out and walk to the mirror.

“Beautiful,” a voice says from behind me.