Royal shuffle: Vampire’s mate

ANDREA

True to my thoughts, Prince William had done something all right. An official letter firing me came in the mail the very next day. That, and my sisters were turned back at the gates of the school on royal orders. And true to Leo’s words, he had gotten them enrolled in a better school on the human territory. Although it was a boarding school, I didn’t like that very much, but the girls did, so I guess a win is a win. I was excited for something else. The annual peace ball was coming up, and I was really excited to go.

The peace ball is a ball that takes place every year on different territories, and all creatures are allowed to attend. The vampires, the werewolves, and the humans. The aim was to keep the peace. You have to be at least 20 to attend. And this year, I’m finally old enough. I’ve been thinking about the dress to wear, and what to do with my hair.

It was the weekend, and I lay on my bed with my mind racing. For some reason, I was quite excited to be attending the ball. The problem was the dress. The door opened, and my mother came into the room with an ancient looking box. I sat up on the bed, cross-legged and looked at her as she closed the door behind her and set the box on the bed. Right in front of me. She stood akimbo and stared at me.

“What?” I asked laughing.

“I have something for you,” she said.

“Oh? What’s that?”

She smiled mischievously at me, and opened the box, pulling out a beautiful, silk, red dress. My mouth hung open in shock at the beauty.

“I know you’ll be attending the ball this year. I’ve been saving this for you.”

“My goodness…it’s beautiful…” I whispered, as I slowly got off the bed, and took the dress from very very carefully. I felt if I grabbed it too hard, it would disappear into thin air.

“It was the dress I wore the night I met your father. It was at the ball too…”

Her eyes held sadness, and she had a sad smile on her face.

“I’m sure you looked very beautiful,” I said.

She waved me off. “Of course, I did. Why do you think your father couldn’t keep his eyes off of me?” She said, and we both laughed. “Now let’s see how it looks on you. Go on.”

I nodded, and headed into the tiny portion of the room that was meant to serve as a dressing room. Separated from the rest of the room by a mere curtain. I changed into the dress and quickly rushed to stand before the full length dressing mirror in the room, admiring the beauty in the mirror.

“My gosh…it’s beautiful…” I said, twirling in front of the mirror.

And it was. It was a simple red, red silk gown with off-shoulder very, very short sleeve, and an on-shoulder spaghetti strap, as well as a sweetheart neckline. It wasn’t tight, but was form fitting and floor length, and had a little train going on at the back.

“You look so beautiful, my love…” my mother said.

I looked to my mother and smiled, she had tears in her eyes. I had tears in mine too.

“Thank you, mom.”

“You…” She sighed deeply. “You look just like I did in that dress, my love. It’s so beautiful…”

She came over and hugged me, and for some reason, we were both crying. My mom probably because seeing me in the dress brought back bittersweet memories of the good old days with my father. Me, because a piece of their history was preserved for me, and I felt like I was participating in it. She pulled back and wiped my eyes, smiling, and kissed my forehead.

“I can’t wait to see you in this dress, in that very night. Who knows? You might just meet your one true love there. It’s just a pity that us Omegas don’t get mates.” She said, and for some reason my mind immediately went to Leo.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

My mother didn’t have to wait long, the night of the ball came, and my mother was bustling with excitement. She was probably more excited about this night than I was, and yet I was the only one attending. My mother had refused to go with me, she hasn’t attended any balls since my father died.

I sat down in a chair before the mirror, and watched as my mom did my hair high on my head. She always favored high ponytails, but tonight, she decided on a big swoop on my forehead, and a bun high on my head. It framed my face perfectly. And it made my beauty pop.

I decided to apply a red lipstick, and mascara, and it finished the look off. I smiled in the mirror. My high cheekbones, my small nose, and my full lips, some would say I won the genetic lottery. I stood from the seat, and turned around for my mother to see. She nodded her head in approval and smiled.

“You look beautiful. Now, I see the need for a phone,” she said.

I threw my head back and laughed.

“How would you be getting there?” She asked.

“My bicycle.”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s not like there’s any other means of transport.”

And truly, there wasn’t. Us Omegas made up very little of the werewolf population, and very little consideration was given to us when plans are made. Other wolves of higher hierarchy have the benefit of shifting, are stronger and have higher stamina. So, a thirty minute trek is like a five minute human walk to them. That wasn’t the case for us omegas. We were just a tad bit better than humans.

Other werewolves could communicate with their minds, we couldn’t. It was almost as if we were a sick joke by the moon goddess.

I got on my bike and cycled to the palace, from a mile away, the sides of the roads were filled with parked cars, and I could hear the faint sound of an orchestra. I scoffed, I guess the royals were a bit old fashioned.

I got off my bicycle, and rolled it with me as I tried to find a spot where it would be safe. I doubt anyone would try to steal it, I was more concerned about it being thrown out. I finally found the perfect spot between two buildings. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.

I sighed and smoothed out my dress, I was nervous. I entered the hall, and immediately all eyes fell on me. I could feel my cheeks become hot as I walked through the room, and their eyes followed me. I decided to stand in a corner at the very edge of the room, and watched as more people came in. From what my mother told me, the royals were the last to appear, with the werewolves already being here as this was their palace.

I turned around and caught eyes with Savannah. She was looking at me with so much anger. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I swore under my breath when I saw her approaching me. I looked around, there was no visible escape route. I sighed and braced myself. She sauntered over to me, and stood uncomfortable close, with a hand on her waist. Her dress was so tight that if she moved a certain way, her boobs would spill out.

“You stupid, fucking bitch…” She hissed at me.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I didn’t think this was in my cards tonight.

“What do you want, Savannah?”

“You really have some guys showing up here tonight,” she continued.

“Isn’t the ball for everyone to attend?” I asked, ready for this conversation to be over.

“Yes, but not for a filthy trash who tried to kill the prince,” She said the last part a little too loudly, garnering a few looks in our direction.

She smiled sinisterly to herself when she saw heads turn in our direction.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked.

“What? You don’t want anyone knowing the truth?”

“You know…he’s not going to marry you, Savannah…” I said. “After all the drama you’re so used to exhibiting. He doesn’t even want to fuck you, maybe you should give it a rest. You’re embarrassing yourself at this point.”

Her eyes bulged and her face turned so red that I felt that steam would begin to rise from her head. I smiled sheepishly at her. She opened her mouth to respond, but was stopped by the sound of the trumpet. The Royals had arrived. Once they came in, the doors would be closed, and no one else would be allowed entry.

Everyone shuffled a little closer to the red carpet already rolled out for them to get a glimpse of them. I mean, they were a once in a year sighting. And the only chance you could see them without your head coming off.

A voice came through the speakers, announcing their arrival.

“Ladies and gentlemen, both werewolves, humans and vampires alike. His royal majesty, the ruling monarch of vampires, King Andrew Grayson, and his sons, Prince Leonidas Adonis Grayson, and Prince Leopold Jonathan Grayson.”

Both I and Savannah took a few steps forward, and craned our necks to look at them. My mouth dropped to the ground when I saw who was walking behind the king. It was Leo. He was a vampire prince. He looked in my direction and caught my gaze, then winked at me. Savannah gasped and then began to fan her face. She elbowed me in the ribs rather painfully.

“Did you see that, bitch? He winked at me…” She whispered in my ear.

I don’t think it was you, Savannah. I don’t think it was you.

The. Werewolf royals were announced next, but I was still reeling in the shock that Leo was in fact the vampire prince.