Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
A few of the pack wolves were playing on the stage and it made the entire bar shake.
I had expected my pre-wedding girls night to be a few drinks of wine, a little joking around with some funny guy stories.
Not a raging party with Anetta, Beenie, and Ryleigh using Juniper’s as a venue.
Mom sat in a corner booth with Tabby, talking her ear off.
Tabby smiled softly, nodding every now and then, clearly unbothered by the ear blasting music.
Taylor was there, dancing with Ryleigh on the wooden floors, clearing their own path through the tables.
I laughed as Anetta toppled from the bar stool then helped her up, shaking my head.
“Maybe some water now?” I asked.
She scoffed, “No way. Shots, girl.”
Anetta shoved another shot cup at me.
I rolled my eyes and emptied the liquid into my mouth.
I had expected the same taste as last time, pure alcohol, but instead there was a hint of something else in it. Vanilla maybe?
I eyed Juniper and she winked.
I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.
Too late now.
It hit me fast.
I laughed, the sound escaping before I could stop it.
My head swam with a bubbly feeling, my entire body warming.
My heart raced and I had the urge to move.
So I did.
I went over to Ryleigh–who was definitely letting loose–and Taylor.
I danced with them, finding my voice and murdering the song that the band was singing.
Three shots of werewolf alcohol later and I was dancing on the bar.
I swung my shawl around, dancing and singing along with it, putting on a show for my girls.
Ryleigh joined me seconds later and we danced to the beat. At least I was pretty sure it was to the beat.
“Someone get her down before she breaks something and the Alphas break us,”
Beenie shook her head, putting her ale down.
I scooted away from her hand that tried to get to me.
“C’mon, Beenie. Time to dance,” I said, trying to get her to move.
She was not impressed.
She shook her head, “Just so you know, that shit lingers. You’re going to regret this tomorrow.” She stalked off, sinking into the booth next to Tabby who was smiling wide at me.
I grinned and waved.
She gave me a small wave then turned to listen to my mom.
I had no idea what they were talking about but I just couldn’t understand how they were sitting so still.
Didn’t they want to move?
I did.
It felt like there were worms in my veins, squiggly and squirmy.
I wasn’t sure how long I danced for but by the time the worms had left my body, I was aching and out of breath.
“It’s time!” Anetta called.
I frowned and turned to her, not sure what it was time for.
Anetta grinned and came over.
She eyed my dress which my mother had insisted on then grabbed the bottom of the skirts.
She tore them.
They came to my thigh and my eyes went wide.
“I’ve never worn a dress this short,” I admitted.
Anetta grinned, “Then it’s about time you did,” she encouraged, tearing at more pieces so it was even.
I gave a twirl and laughed as it felt good.
“What did you plan?” Ryleigh asked.
Anetta grinned.
“A treat for our Luna.” Anetta grabbed my hand and led me to the stage.
She plonked me into a chair at the front of it, the band behind me.
They had slowed their playing, just strumming and humming as Anetta started whispering to the others.
Ryleigh, Anetta, Taylor, and Juniper started moving tables out of the way, the wood scraping along the floors as they did.
Evelyn strode in then and grinned, wiping a drop of blood from her lip.
I raised a brow, her tall ethereal beauty just as striking as the first time I had seen her.
“Evelyn?” I asked.
“Congrats Luna. I can’t say marriage is my vibe but I can appreciate the idea,” she said then went to Juniper to order a drink.
Beenie scowled, “You invited the vamp?” She growled at Anetta.
Anetta shrugged, “Pearl thought it’d be nice.”
“It is nice,” Mom said with a smile.
Evelyn just raised her cup in a cheers then emptied it.
She shook her head then grinned and sat on a barstool, crossing her long legs, her dress falling either side of them.
“Why am I sitting here?” I asked Anetta who was readjusting her breasts in her leather vest.
Her head snapped up and she grinned.
“For the show,” she said then put her fingers between her lips and let out a loud whistle.
The second she did, the band started playing a thunderous beat that shook the stage.
The doors to the bar slammed open and a group of males from the pack strode into the bar.
I smirked as they all wore the same leather pants, the same boots, the same shirtless, oiled torsos.
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