"Nova?... Nova you in here?"
"I'm here Trix." I say as I lift my head from my knees.
"It's...time."
"I can't go through with it. I can't do this. If I mate with Darrow, whoever this nutjob is will do anything and everything to kill him. He'll be in constant danger. He won't be able to run the pack business and watch his back 24/7 and I can't always be there to do it." I say almost to myself.
"Nova, I know it's not really been an exuberant amount of time since you met Darrow and I know it's been crazy, having all these feelings spring up on you in like the time frame of a week, then learning someones out to get you and you'll have to move to Scotland and not only be a Luna but a Queen....wait where was I going with this?"
"Hell if I know!" I exclaim.
"Oh wait, I got it. *clears throat* What I'm saying IS...you've waited, faithfully, for this day. You've waited a hell of a lot longer than anyone I know would have. You are a strong, independent, alpha born with prophesied powers who will bring this world to it's knees if need be.....now get up, get dressed and get your ass down stairs and take your rightful mate. After it's all said and done you can lead a hunting party or an army and maim, slaughter and decapitate whoever it is that thinks you're some pathetic little princess. You are Novara Ellisiuh Amant, daughter of King Lincoln and Queen Desha Amant two of the most powerful Were's in our history. You're a living fucking prophecy, K! You're a badass, now act like it!" Trixa exclaims at me as she throws her hands on her hips and gives me an extremely sassy look.
"But..." I begin, but she cuts me off.
"NO! No but's! Someones gonna come after you and after your man and your just gonna sit here moping and bitching? Acting like the scared little princess he want's you to be and thinks you are?! Hell No! When this sum'bitch comes after you tonight, we'll be there and you'll be ready! Why?! Because we're badasses and your a mother fucking QUEEN!"
"You know what? You're absolutely right! I AM a mother fuckin queen!" I yell excitedly
"No girl! You are THE mother fucking queen!" Trixa corrects.
"Come on, help me get this dress on. We've got a Ball and a mating ceremony tonight and if we're lucky, we'll have a crazy ass psycho to play with too!" I smile evilly at her over my shoulder.
"I know that's right! I got some new ideas on what I'm gonna do to him once we find him. Maybe encase his head in a water ball until he passes out then revive him with vines wrapped around his balls, squeezing so tight they practically pop off!" She smiles as she explains her plan and helps me into the floor length, deep emerald gown.
"Remind me never to cross you." I say laughing as I pull my hair up and pin it in place then throw ion my most seductive perfume.
After applying what felt like a ton of mascara I slipped on some deep ruby lipstick and lined my eyes then smoked them out a bit. Honestly I haven't felt this beautiful and powerful in a long time, maybe even ever! I stood, smoothed my dress and took one last look in the mirror before turning and taking Trixa's arm. She decided to match me in dress color but hers was a thigh high ensemble with a beautiful but deep slit right down her chest. She looked amazing! Together we sauntered down the halls until we reached the grand staircase, she nodded to the attendee, he cleared his throat and all went silent in the Ballroom.
"You got this!" She whispered in my ear as she left me to descend the stairs alone.
"Princess Novara Ellisiuh Amant, Daughter of our King and Queen Lincoln and Desha Amant. Heir to the American throne and Mate to King Hamish Darrow the first. High King of the Scotland territories."
"Just breathe." I whisper to myself.
So far so good, I'm almost at the bottom with only about half a dozen steps to go when my dress snags on my heel, sending me forward. I knew tonight was jinxed. Suddenly a strong arm catches me and pulls me close.