Caught Between Two Alpha’s

"Get up, Catherine," my mother insisted. "I am so mad at you right now but you need to start getting ready." I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her infectious enthusiasm as I slowly sat up, the covers slipping down to my waist. My mother has always had this knack for determining to ensure I am very much prepared for whatever is going on and considering this is about a main event, she is extremely buzzy about it. "It’s too early for this chaos, Mother," I mumbled, trying to suppress a yawn. "Early, you say?" she replied, a hint of annoyance lilt in her voice. "It’s nearly evening, you overslept! And now I need you to get up and start getting ready before it’s too late," she said, zipping around the room like a busy bee, her energy almost palpable. "How is it evening?" I asked as I looked at my alarm clock to see that I set it to the wrong time. "Oh my god, you’re right." Being a deep sleeper and a late sleeper, I tend to sleep extremely late, and sometimes I oversleep. "Yes, I’m right now get up and start moving!" She said I let out a deep sigh, feeling the warmth of my bed slip away as I tossed the covers aside and swung my legs over the edge. Just as I was gathering the motivation to stand up, my mother flung a towel at me, her voice bright and commanding. "Go take a shower while Gladys gets your dress ready," she instructed I nodded, still half-dazed, and made my way to the bathroom, the cool tile floor sending a shiver up my spine. As the hot water cascaded over me, I tried to wash away the stress that had been building up in anticipation of the big event. Being the only child of the Luna certainly has its perks, but with all the preparations, it can feel like a lot to handle. Once I finished my shower and stepped out, the steam enveloped me like a warm hug. I glanced around the room and spotted my dress laid out, ready for me to slip into. My mother was nowhere to be seen so I presume she’d gone to get ready but Gladys is in the room. Another great thing about being an only child is definitely having my own personal maid to help me through these hectic moments. Gladys has been with me for years now and it’s been wonderful with her. I sighed heavily looking at the dress and its corset realizing that it would take at least an hour to get it on. "Do I really have to wear this?" I asked walking over to Gladys. "Well your mother really spent a lot on this outfit and she wants you to wear it," she said "I know but it just looks uncomfortable." "It’s really not that uncomfortable, I mean the corset is flexible and very conducive," she replied with a reassuring smile. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes knowing that she’s only saying this so I don’t feel uncomfortable. "Let’s just get this done." I took a deep breath and stepped into the dress, feeling the fabric hug my body like a second skin. The satin felt cool against my skin, but the corset was another story. Gladys carefully started lacing it up, and I could already feel the pressure tightening around my waist, each tug making me acutely aware of the constriction. After what felt like forever, the fitting was tighter and I was finally ready. "Okay, okay, I get it. It's supposed to look good," I muttered, trying to convince myself as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. "See? You look stunning!" Gladys exclaimed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. I couldn't deny that the dress was beautiful, with intricate lace details that shimmered under the light and a flowing skirt that cascaded to the floor like a waterfall. The way it flared out at the bottom made me feel like the princess I was, but the thought of being trapped in it for hours made my heart race. "Yeah, but stunning doesn't mean comfortable," I replied, adjusting my posture in an attempt to ease the constriction of the corset. I could feel the fabric digging into my ribs, and I took a deep breath, trying to expand my lungs despite the tightness. "I just hope I can breathe by the time we get to the party." I glanced at Gladys, who was still beaming at my reflection. Before Gladys could respond, my mother’s voice chirped into the room, "It’s not a party." I just knew she would definitely correct me on that when she heard it. She walked into the room as she continued to speak, "It’s more than that; it’s a celebration of the entire werewolf family, and I was honored to have it hosted in my community." She said this with a proud grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Apparently, hosting the event is an honor, even though it comes with a lot of work. "Okay, I get it’s more than a party. Now can we go?" I asked, trying to mask my impatience. "Yes of course and you look great." "Thanks, you look good to mother." She smiled and we walked out of the room together. As we stepped into the ballroom where the event was taking place, my heart sank. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, and the sound of music wafting through the air. I could feel that something special was about to happen here, and indeed it did.