CHAPTER SIX
1405 Words
Muna’s POV.
The ceremony had begun as soon as the sun let its rays stretch lazily across the sky as it went down for its rest. Visitors and invitees walked into the arena. Those who had daughters had made no excuse for bringing their daughters, dressed in whatever pretty or fancy clothing they could amuse themselves with.
I sneered from my window, watching them cynically. My black dress wrapped around my body gave me the feel of silk. The elders had forbidden me to wear anything other than the ceremonial mourning color, despite the reason for the gathering.
“My Luna!” a masculine voice called from outside my room door. Being the Luna of the clan was something I was ready to relinquish, as the title reminded me of whom I had gotten married to.
Answering from the window sill I had stood over, with my eyes peering like that of an owl overseeing every action. I pulled myself away, walking towards the voice that had called me.
“Is my presence needed at this moment?” I asked as I stepped out of the room, meeting with the manservant who had called out to me. His frame deceiving of the voice he had used to summon me from my living quarter. His face still smelled of innocence, just as mine had been when it was all but ripped away from me.
“Very much needed.”
His head remained in a bow as he answered, unable to meet my face. I peeked down the hall, letting my mind wander off the things I could do when I got free from the shackles of this pack. Feeling wind blow between the strands of my hair as I raced to the extremes.
“My Luna, the people are waiting for you,” an all too familiar voice sounded next to me, invoking my eyes open.
He stood tall in his three-piece suit, standing elegantly before me. His position as the beta to royalty was befitting. My lips widened before I turned towards him fully.
“I can not wait to begin the ceremony,” I said, my hands lifted before his gaze for him to take. His face lightened up on seeing my posture. He nodded to the young manservant, a sign that we did not need him anymore as he took my arm into his, holding me carefully, like I was some fragile object not to be flung around unnecessarily.
We stepped into the garden ground as I had proposed we did the ceremony in that area. They took my proposal as one which bore wisdom by the elders as the sweet fragrance of flowers rode alongside with the wind as it blew, invoking a hunger for good things.
Whispers and mumblings grew alongside the crowd as Carlos and I walked past them. Some men whistled, while others drooled. Their spouse glared at them with disdainful eyes when they made either attempt, but it had no effect on me as we climbed the podium that was erected before them.
“Introducing Mrs. Muna, your host for this ceremony,” Carlos said to the crowd before letting me have full control of the area. The place became still beneath the surface of untroubled waters, letting me stare over them with more disdain.
“You know who I am already, why you are here, and what is about to happen,” I said with an outstretched arm while they gazed at me. Their answers filled the evening air. Voices of young ladies raised higher than the rest, each of one them deeming themselves fit to be the mates of either of the twins.
The sound of music rose slowly from the background, creating suspense as I raised my hands in theatrics. I had no clue why I did it, but I was doing it.
The boys pounced out of the curtains behind me, the clothes on their bodies shredding as they unveiled their wolf forms. Devin’s pure white fur rippled as he bounced on the ground, both young men howling in youthful frenzy.
I noticed Dylan turn an eye towards me before proceeding on all fours to the girls that presented themselves before them. Their paws pounded on the soft grass as they moved forward, awaiting a sign to show them who their mate was.
I climbed from the podium, hoping it was the last of my job for the evening as I let them continue in their ceremony.
It had taken a lot of energy from me to speak with both of them concerning what they were to do. However, getting any information through to Dylan seemed to take an extra toll on me as staring into his face kept reminding me of how close he had come to me.
“I know you were the wife and mistress of the deceased Alpha,” a man came before me not long as I had stepped off the podium while the boys did their thing. Their sense of smell became heightened as they prowled in wolf form, black and white, distinct and different from each other even as closely related twins with the way they looked.
However, I let my gaze return to the man who stood before me whom I had left speaking with himself. He held two glasses of wine in his hand.
“You know you are quite a gem with the way you look outstanding tonight,” he said, his gibberish much worse than I had expected it to be when I turned my attention to him.
“I have to look outstanding tonight,”
“As expected of from the wife of one of the greatest alphas,”
“What would be your aim towards keeping me in your company?” I asked, instilling my irritation in the way I had spoken, stilling the chuckle he had on his lips.
He stopped for a moment, taking a sip of the wine into his lips before answering.
“The same purpose every other alpha would aim on achieving,” he answered, gesturing with his eyes that other suitors stood around, awaiting their chance to come woo me.
“If I should reject you?”
“They would swarm over you like bees over a beehive,”
“Ms. Muna,” Carlos called. I heaved a sigh of relief at his rescue as I dropped the wineglass into the tray of one of the passing servants.
“Duty seems to beckon on me,” I said as I walked away from him, leaving him gape-mouthed.
“Thought you had disappeared into the castle,” Carlos said as he walked beside me.
“Would have been worse seeing I would have to be all alone. I am really grateful for your intervention,” I answered him as we walked away.
He answered with a chuckle as we climbed to a place of higher ventilation to watch the twins in their ritual of picking a mate.
“I expect this behavior of them seeing you no longer have a mate. Getting you to marry them is equivalent to them having ties with the pack head,”
“The event of today was concerning the future pack heads picking a mate for themselves, not me,”
"I would not blame them, seeing how ravishingly you dressed. Each one would want to take a shot.”
“This is a mourning ceremonial dress,” I huffed in desperation. Carlos seemed to take the fun of it as he moved away, chuckling.
His laughter died down after a while as he stopped to look at them. The gathering had become quiet while it seemed the boys had lost their bearings as they twirled around. None of them had seemed to have gotten a mate.
The music died down as the boys’ howling slipped into the night air, agitated by the turns of events.
“Something is wrong,” Carlos said with a furrow on his forehead.
He moved away from me, walking towards the boys, shouting orders for clothing to be brought while I followed behind. The boys transformed just as the cloaks dropped on their backs.
“You should do something,” Carlos said as he helped the boys cover themselves.
“What do I have to do?” I said, almost crying within me as I turned to face the awkward situation. Something was definitely wrong.
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