~Azaria~
It was the day of our Alpha and Luna ceremony, the offical one at least. We had the one with the pack but this one was for the public I guess, at least thats how Alaric described it. There were camera crews and photographers every where too. In werewolf society, the rise of a new Alpha and Luna was always a significant occasion, filled with tradition and celebration.
A lot of celebrating.
Alaric and I were getting ready together in our room, the atmosphere between us light and flirty despite the gravity of the day. I slipped into a deep green dress adorned with delicate silver embroidery, the fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. As I adjusted the dress in the mirror, Alaric came up behind me, his hands resting on my hips and he kissed my mark that made me shiver.
"You look stunning," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck.
