Chapter 2
1021 Words
BAMMP! BAMPPP! BAMP! I turn over and slap the alarm and try to doze back off for a few minutes. Then, just as I'm about drift back off, I hear my door squeak open, and a familiar warmth fills the room. It's like a summer morning with a fresh bouquet of flowers and freshwater all mixed into one. It's warm and inviting, and I'll never get tired of it. " Good morning to you, mother," I say with a sleepy smile. She walks around the bed and places something on the bedside table, and I hear the familiar click-clack of her heels on the marble floor over to the window. '
She opens the shades and cracks it to let in the first bit of spring air. She walks back over, gently sits on the edge of the bed, and runs her fingers through my long chestnut hair. I turn to face her. Don't you think I am a little old for this mom? "I am the future Alpha, you know," I say with an eyebrow raised and a giggle. "Alpha, smalpha, at the end of the day, you'll always be my little girl no matter how old you get. Now get up and get dressed. We have a party to plan!"
I yawn, stretch my arms above my head, sink back down in my warm bed, and pull the blanket over my head. " 5 more minutes?" I whisper and peek over the top of the blanket. She winks at me. " five more minutes, that's it! When I come back, no if, ands, or buts! We have a dress to look for today and to pick out party colors. The catering company will be here at 3 to try some dishes. It's going to be marvelous!" She claps her hands together and walks out the door. I don't understand how she is up and magnificent before 8 am with perfect makeup, clothes, and not a hair out of place. I hope to be half the woman she is one day.
Fifteen minutes late, I'm up in the shower and getting ready for the day. Then, I hear those familiar footsteps once again. " Amelia! Hurry, we are going to be late!" I step around the corner, brushing my teeth. "Late for what again?" I murmur with a mouth full of toothpaste. She walks over, fishtail braids my hair, and pulls out a few strands here and there for a timeless but elegant look. " The event coordinator will be downstairs in 20 minutes to see how we want everything set up and to pick your color schemes and decorations." She snaps, clearly fed up with my slowness this morning. She walks to the closet and picks out a pair of jeans, a button-down pink shirt with black flats, and a pair of diamond earrings. " My shoulders slump. I would rather be in leggings and a sports bra with a warrior in a headlock and sweat dripping into his eyes. Mom, do you really need me there for this? I need to be at training, not picking out table linen. " No, lip missy! Let's go!"
I take each step slower and slower and hear a woman's voice in the distance. I turn the corner, and a tall curvy blonde with a grey blazer and pencil skirt stands before me. " I do not like her at all, my wolf says with an eye roll. "Me either" She turns to face me. "What was that dear? You must be the help around here. Would you mind getting me a glass of water?" She looks at me with a fake smile plastered across her face. "Amelia Emberstone, and I was just clearing my throat," I smirk. Her face drops and turns pale, and she immediately drops the act and starts kissing my ass. "What a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so many wonderful things. Your mother talks so highly of you!" I roll my eyes, and we move over to a nearby table. She pulls out binder after binder of fabric samples. I look at so many my head starts to spin.
Mother finally joins us, gushes over the satin grey fabric, and wants to pair it with a Mulberry or wine to match. I zone out as I've lost interest in thinking about this and focus my brain power on things I need to look into today. "Lia dear, what do you think," Mom says with a radiant smile. " It's perfect, mom, absolutely perfect." We pick out napkins and cutlery, and plating seating. The lady continues blathering on and on and showing mom expensive ice sculptures and signature drinks. I remember the letter on dads desk. He should be at training, and I can sneak in since he didn't leave his office all night last night. I clear my throat," I uh need to be excused to the powder room. Be back in a jiffy" Willow begins to laugh hysterically. "Powder room, Jiffy? Who are you, and what did you do with my pain in the ass, not so ladylike human." Oh, shut up, you filthy mutt, or I won't let you run for a week! "You wouldn't!" I can see her standing in my mind giving me an open-mouthed scold before she trots off, ignoring me.
I dash back up the stairs, almost falling on the freshly polished marble, and make it to dads office door unseen. I try to open the door, but it's locked. "Damnit." I try to extend a claw to pick the lock, but it won't come out, and I hear a slight snicker in the back of my mind." Take it back, and you can have that claw you so desperately need. She sits back, licking her paws, knowing she has called my bluff. Fine! I will take you out for a run this evening. "That's more like it," She says with a tail wag. I ram my nail in, making quick work of the lock, moving things around on dads desk until I find an envelope from the King.
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