The Alpha's Expectations

Suited Pair

Ace spent the rest of the day in her room contemplating the predicament she was now in. A mate? She hadn’t considered the prospect. Everything felt different.

“What if he rejects us?” Solonge whispered. Ace’s stomach tied in knots.

“What if we reject him!” Ace bellowed at the thought. Solonge whimpered and Ace instantly felt sorry. But she would not allow herself the embarrassment.

Talon Jones, King of the Alphas, was notoriously pompous, pig-headed, and rude. Or so she’d heard. Her mind fluttered back to the moment he’d had her pressed against the bedroom door. Heat flooded her belly. Her breath hitched, and her hand instinctually reached for the side of her neck, in the exact spot his lips had hoovered over. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his hot breath rustling past her ear. It was almost too much to bear. But then she remembered his words and her eyes shot open. She shook her head and refused to spend another minute thinking about him.

All of her thoughts were broken at once by the sound of a knock on her door. She jumped, startled, and unsure if she wanted to know who was on the other side. She had never been timid, never felt so weak, but there was a huge part of her that just wanted to hide in her room for the rest of the weekend. She shook the melancholy thoughts from her head and stood, quickly transversing the space between herself and the door. She cleared her throat, lifted her head, and opened it.

There was almost a sigh of relief when it was just her half-brother James on the other side. He had a half-c****d smile plastered on his face.

"Good afternoon Chastity." He smirked, knowing how much her true name offended her. Ace inhaled deeply but still couldn't shake the sense of relief that it wasn't her father, stepmother, or moon-goddess-forbid, Talon.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure, James?" Ace snarled, crossing her arms across her chest, and regaining her composure.

"I heard you had a bit of a rough go today, forgetting your robe..." he stopped and eyed her sheepishly, a knowing glint hanging steady in his eyes, giving way to the fact that Ace had not actually forgotten it, but rather, this was another prank by her beloved Alpha brother. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to fume, but her head was in other places. "And of course there was that terrible run in with the King. I heard you practically fumbled over yourself. Don't tell me you're falling for him? I didn't think you even liked men." James bellowed, practically laughing in her face. Her stomach dipped, hard, at the thought of the King. Solonge growled internally.

"Is that all, James?" Ace asked standing taller now.

James appraised her cautiously, almost upset that he hadn't roused her further. "Well, no, I was also sent to make sure you were getting ready. Mother asked me to escort you to the ball, but... " he glanced down at her attire and smirked. In all the banter, Ace had not really noticed that James was decked to the nines. He wore an all-black suite, the only pop of color was a muted gray tie. His short brown hair was clean and slicked back. He smiled a toothy smile. "It doesn't look like you're ready yet."

Shit! Ace scoffed internally, looking down at the t-shirt and shorts she had still donned from earlier. She hadn't given two thoughts to tonight's events.

"I'm ALMOST ready!" She insisted practically shutting the door in his face. James caught the door and gave her another once over.

"Don't be late." He smirked, "wouldn't want to make that two bad impressions in one day." James allowed the door to swing closed, but Ace could hear him cackling as he started down the hall.

Ace wanted to scream. Her hands balled into fists and one inadvertently found its way to the wall. "s**t s**t s**t!" She exclaimed looking around the room and finding the time on a bedside clock. It was 5:30. Her father had instructed her to be early - exactly 5:30pm. But she would have to make due. She could be ready in half an hours time. She was sure of it. She frantically perused her closet trying on outfit after outfit- the satin and lace dress mocking her from the other side of the room. Nothing fit the required elements. She didn't have anything that made her feel like the fierce Alpha she was, that also hinted at the feminine charm her father asked her to flaunt. She gave up, and donned a pair of her leather practice slacks and corset top. She quickly threw her hair into a braid and put on her leather knee high boots. It was the only outfit she felt demanded respect. She didn't care that it wasn't the fancy dress she'd been instructed to wear. Who instructs an Alpha anyway? Ace grabbed her phone and threw it in her pocket and quickly exited her bedroom door.

To her left there was a sharp snarl as something caught her by the crook of her elbow. She inhaled deeply, ready to pounce, but as her head snapped around she was met with two glowing orbs of bright emerald green completely emblazed by a smoldering look. It stopped her in her tracks.

"Absolutly, f*****g, not." He growled eyeing her. He grabbed the door knob and pushed her back through the door.

Ace was almost dumbfounded as she stared up at him. But almost instantly she regained her composure. She was not going to allow the mating call to control her. She was not going to let him do so either.

"Get off of me!" She snapped pulling her arm away from him. "What on earth makes you think you can man-handle me? I'm an Alpha and I will be treated like one." She appraised him in one failed swoop. He was also adorned in an all black suit, but it fit him much better, hugging what was very obviously rippling muscles beneath. She swallowed hard.

Talon seethed. He wasn't sure how he was suppose to mate with someone so impertinent and strong willed. She needed to bend to him."I believe tonight is ment to be a formal affair. There is nothing formal about your get up.Your father made it very clear that you were to dress up. You will change."

"No, I won't." She stated simply crossing her arms. "There's no time Talon, we have to go."

The sound of his name from her lips made him smile. "Yes you will."

"Leave me the f**k alone!" Ace swung at him, hitting his chest with her closed fist.

He caught her hand and pulled her against him. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing deeply. Her will faltered as she pressed back into him.

"UNDRESS NOW." This time Talon used his Alpha voice, knowing she would have no choice but to obey. Ace sighed deeply and took a step back. Unable to control herself, she began undressing. Her eyes met with his, her blue eyes engulfed in flames. He almost felt bad. Almost.

"Did you honestly just do that? Use your position over me to force me into submission?” Ace was furious. “This is not going to work.” She rolled her eyes, “You could at least be a gentleman, and turn around," she scoffed as she shimmied out of her leather pants, bending to pull them off of her ankles.

"I have never calmed to be gentle," his eyes grew dark as he continued to watch, his gaze fixated on the soft and creamy skin covering her amble breasts as she bent over. His c**k twitched to attention, causing him to adjust his stance.

When she finally stood before him in nothing but a black thong and a strapless black bra he smiled. "Now what, your highness?" She mocked a bow.

"While I do wish you could just wear that," he stated, licking his lips as he eyed her up and down,"the dress." he said pointing to the one still strewn across her bed.

"You can't be serious?"

"So serious," he crossed his arms.

Ace signed and resigned herself to her fate. She crossed the distance between the bed and herself and reexamined the monstrosity of a dress. At least it was black, she sighed to herself as she began putting it on.

The sight of her backside covered by just a thin strip of lacy black was almost too much for him. Her bed, all too tempting. He found himself walking towards her but as he approached his judgment got the better of him. He cleared his throat. "Here let me get that," he said reaching for the zipper.

Ace froze and allowed him to zip up the satin dress. She smoothed the fabric over her stomach before turning to face him. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent as he appraised her. She no longer smelled of the other man. The dress fit her perfectly. It hugged at her ample curves and cinched at the waist with a long enticing slit from her hip to the floor of her left leg. There were lace and beaded embellishments and the cropped shoulder sleeves hung down intentionally. Talon reached behind her and pulled the hair tie from her braid, fluffing her hair as he undid the braid. There was a slight wave to her platinum blond hair.

"Perfect," Talon smiled.

"As long as your happy," Ace seethed as she put on the high heals that were left alongside the dress, a pair of rhinestone encrusted 4 inch heals that she was sure were going to make her want to kill herself by the end of the evening.

"A little bit of makeup- and meet me down there. And don't you dare f*****g change." Talon ordered as he left the room.

Ace flopped on the bed the moment he left and let out a silent scream. She gathered her wits and did exactly as instructed. A quick smoky eye and red lip stick. She glanced at herself in the mirror and hardly recognized the feminine form that stared back at her.

"Welp, I'd f**k me." She couldn't help but laugh at herself as she resigned herself to what was sure to be a night of true horror.