Mated to the Alpha and His Brother?

Chapter Two

Elle’s POV

“OHHHH MS. ELLLLLLE!!!” my gorgeous best friend yells while running into my room.

”AHHHH YOU’RE BACK!! I MISSED YOU!”

“Elle, babe I’ve been gone for a day!”

“I know but I still missed movie night with you and Luca! I had to settle for movie night with just Jake – YUCK!”

We chat a bit more, she tells me how her grandparents are and how anxious Luca is to see me. Which makes me blush from head to toe! I can’t wait for him to see me in my dress tonight. Hopefully, it will be a night where we finally get to be together as mates, but only the mood goddess knows for sure.

A couple hours later and we have our hair perfectly curled in gorgeous waves. Our make-up done immaculately. We went for a smokey eye look, mascara, light eyeliner, and lots of highlighter. We both sparkled by the time we were done. I went for a nude lip and Aria went for a red lip.

“I have to say it. We look HOT!!!” Aria squeals!

‘She’s not wrong!’ – Clara echoes.

But they both we not wrong. We did look hot. Next we got our dresses on. I wore a white lace skater dress. An elegant scalloped lace shapes a V-neckline and short sleeves atop a banded waist and flirty, chiffon skater skirt. I reached mid-thigh and was definitely more revealing than I normally wear, but that’s what I get for letting Aria choose it for me. Aria wore the same dress, except hers was sweetheart-neckline and went right above her knee. It was also in black. We tend to do this a lot. Wear basically the same thing, but opposite colors. Mine are usually light in color, whereas hers are dark. She says it’s because I am the light in the world of her darkness. We believe the moon goddess messed up and we should have been twins and the boy’s triplets, but alas we are only sisters by choice and not by blood.

“Okay, now we REALLLY look HOT Ar!”

“I know right! Hey Elle – you ready to see if our mates are waiting for us?” – Aria squeals, unable to contain her excitement. I simply nod and let out the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.

We open the doors and head down to the ballroom that is on the first floor of the packhouse.

‘Well Clara, this is it. This is the moment.’