6. Mira -Dancing with Dream Man
1054 Words
Dad—my DanPa—found me near the buffet. His face glowed with pride.
“Mira baby, come here,” he said, guiding me gently. “I want you to meet our guests.”
My stomach flipped. There he was again—Silas. Standing tall, powerful and impossibly handsome and beside him stood the blond man—Lord Andreas—refined and polite.
“His Majesty Silas, Lord Andreas,” DanPa said warmly, “This is my daughter, Mira.”
Silas extended his hand. “Mira,” he said, voice deep velvet. “Happy birthday.”
My fingers trembled as I placed my hand in his. Sparks. Not metaphorical. Actual sparks. A crackling warmth.
Chandra moaned. “Mate.”
Silas lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles, just like a true gentleman. I sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes flickered—heat, possession, restraint, longing—everything at once.
Andreas cleared his throat pointedly and then Silas released me and stepped back, jaw locked tight.
Hurt swelled in me, but Chandra snarled. "He’s fighting it."
DanPa smiled knowingly—he always sensed things.
“Come, sweetheart. Let’s give them a show. Our dance?”
My heart warmed instantly. “Yes, DanPa.”
The music started—our song — "My Wish," by Rascal Flatts. The one he’d been practicing with me since I was eight. I placed my hand in his. He held me close, gentle and proud.
**Flashback**
I was barely eight when DanPa brought me to the packhouse, and I hated him for it. I had screamed, kicked, and cried for days—blaming him for taking me away from my mother, too young to understand anything. Even then every night he sat outside my door, whispering, “I promised your mother I’d protect you.”
It took weeks for the truth to settle in my small heart, weeks before I even allowed him to touch my hair without flinching, but when it did, something softened inside me.
I remember one night… I had woken up sobbing from a dream of my mother’s burning hands pushing me out the window of a lowly motel, screaming for me to run.
My chest hurt, throat burned and I stumbled into the hallway, lost.
DanPa stood there instantly, like he’d never gone to sleep.
When he scooped me up this time—careful, gentle—I didn’t fight.
I just cried into his shoulder.
That was the night he told me the truth.
That my mother—Amanda, glowing and brave even in her last moments—had pressed a bloodied hand onto his cheek and begged him: “Please Take her. Raise her and Protect her. Don’t let them find her. Please…”
DanPa’s voice had broken then, just once. Just enough for me to see how deeply her request had carved itself into him.
“I promised your mother I would keep you safe,” he whispered. “And I swear to you… I will love you just as fiercely.”
I stared at him through tear-blurred eyes. “Even if I shout at you?”
He smiled “Especially then.”
And for the first time… I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck.
Not out of fear but out of the dawning knowledge that he had lost someone too and that keeping me meant losing whatever life he had built for himself.
**Flashback Ends**
“You grew up too fast,” he whispered, voice thick.
I blinked away tears. “I’ll always be your girl, DanPa." I paused. "I miss Mom, today”
“Always, and she’d be proud of you, Mira. I know I am.” he smiled.
Chandra’s voice was warm, gentle “He loves us so much, we are so lucky to have him.”
We twirled, laughed, swayed—just us and years of memories. When the song ended, Silas stepped forward.
“May I?” he asked DanPa, bowing his head respectfully.
DanPa nodded, “She’s all yours," then smirked, "for this dance.”
My breath caught. Silas offered his hand. I took it. Electricity raced up my arm.
Chandra practically melted. “Perfect… he’s perfect.”
The moment our bodies aligned, everything—absolutely everything—shifted. The air, the ground, the lights—every molecule felt charged. He pulled me close, but not indecently, just enough to feel the warmth of his chest, the strength of his arms.
The whole party became quiet and everyone stopped to watch.
He stared into my eyes like he could see my soul. Like he recognized it. Like he’d dreamed of me too. No words were spoken. I think we were both at the teether of just falling apart in each other's arms.
Chandra snorted, “No need to say anything Mira, the song is just perfect” — One Step at a Time, by Jordin Sparks. Thanks DJ.
When the song ended, he bowed slightly, pain hidden in his eyes. I curtsied, my heart screaming for him not to leave.
People drifted away, the party was thinning. Silas and Andreas approached DanPa and said their goodbyes. “We’ll investigate the city tonight.”
I watched him walk away. Just before he disappeared into the house… he looked back. Right at me and then he was gone.
-------------------------------------------
I collapsed onto my bed the moment I entered my room.
Lily sat cross-legged on the rug.
Ryan leaned against the wall.
“You danced with the Vampire King,” Lily said in a dreamy whisper. “Girl, the way he looked at you—”
Ryan snorted. “The whole pack felt that chemistry. Even the lights flickered.”
I covered my face. “I hate this. He doesn’t want me.”
Ryan’s voice softened. “He wants you. That was obvious. He just can’t act on it. Vampires and wolves… it hasn’t happened in centuries.”
Chandra huffed. “I do not care about centuries. I want him.”
“Me too,” I whispered aloud before I could stop myself.
Lily touched my knee. “What will you do now?”
I lifted my head, determination burning.
“I’ll talk to him. Tonight. Yes, I will talk to him.”
Because fate wasn’t wrong. My heart wasn’t wrong. He was mine and I was his.
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