Before we knew it, the moment had come for slower thinking in that soothing amber glow. As I enjoy the soothing breezes brushing my skin through my window and bathe in the symphony of crickets, I feel the tranquil spirit of nature wash over me. When we start getting ready, I feel fully at ease. Delila applies makeup on my face, concealing the dark circles beneath my eyes and the paleness of my skin from the restless night of weeping. She assists me in applying red lipstick and blush in an attempt to make me appear more vibrant and less pale as if I am ill.
"Isn't this a little too short, Delila?" I anxiously ask, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror.
"Absolutely not! You have beautiful legs, Nesta. Show them off girl!"
"All right, fine," I respond hesitantly as I look in the mirror at myself. After a long time, I stepped into a dress that curves and digs into all the contours of my body, making me look like all the females whom males are fascinated in. This dress makes me look like every other female who hopes to catch an attractive male's attention. I watch how the blotches and imperfections fade away as I apply makeup to my face, but the lifeless hollow eyes stare back at me for no amount of makeup can bring life to dead eyes.
Delila has put a coat of peachy blush to my cheeks to add colour and vitality, but it is the eyes that infuse life into one's body and soul. As a result, her attempt is a failure. Delila silk presses my obstinate curly hair into soft, luscious long strands that resemble those of every other female. I only watch myself in the mirror once Delila has finished dressing me up. After the provocative clothing, a coat of various beauty products, and a silk press, a female stands in front of me who appears to be anything but flawed. My face is devoid of blemishes and stains, including all the freckles I have. My body is uptight, ready to be devoured by any eyes that dare to look at me. My lovely hair appears to be demanding to be played with, and my scarlet lips appear to be imploring everyone who sees me to take a bite. The flaws have vanished, and in their stead stands a doll, a sculpture of fantasies and desire, in lieu of the defective, unworthy, and wolfless female.
Delila grins at me, content with her work, and powders her face. After Delila had dressed, we both step out of my room. I could see the young wolves of my pack dressed and ready for the party we were going to through the narrow window on the stairwell. I swallow thickly and stare down at myself one more time before climbing down the stairs.
"Come on, let's go seduce some hot males!" Delila grins as we walk out of my house.
“How are we supposed to get there?” Delila smirks as I inquire in low voice.
“I have prepared for everything.” She remarks smugly as she points to our left. I follow the direction she is pointing in to find an awaiting car. I smile and shake my head. She knew even before yesterday that she will drag me to the party no matter what. We walk to the waiting car and slide inside the slick black sedan.
The car accelerates out of our pack's borders and drives along a narrow road surrounded by dense woodland. The driver is a member of the pack who is also a skilled driver and warrior. Delila had already obtained approval from my parents and had spoken with my parents. They believed it will be an excellent chance for their un-mated daughters as in us to find our males. As a result, they agreed to Delila's idea and arranged for our transport. We are quickly approaching the border of our neighbouring pack, and the guards don't even question us as they are aware of our arrival, and our pack and the host pack are allies.
Time passes by once we enter the spacious packhouse of our neighbouring pack. The space is packed with wolves from all around, music is blasting with people swaying to the music and drinking the alcohol the pack had to offer. And at that moment, I forget the anguish that had been eating me up from the inside as time passes. I and Delila crept in amid the crowd, making a beeline for the bar. I am ready to dance to the music after a few shots of whiskey, my hands in the air, my body moving like an uncoiling rope, and my eyes are on fire.
The excitement I am is feeling like a shot of adrenaline to my heart, and I am suddenly moving, one with the music, one with every wild person dancing in that place. My mind grows foggy and all I can feel are the heady waves of alcohol and music. But that doesn't stop me from feeling those burning eyes that are scorching my skin. It is as if those eyes have set my body on fire, and that gaze has merely rekindled my latent hunger. My core is ignited by the want to feel some sort of touch to cool my scorching flesh, and my fingers skim sensually over the curves of my hip and exposed neck. And it is not long until I feel the burning gaze nearing me.
My eyes are drawn to those blazing eyes, and when the owner of those eyes approaches me, all I could do is stand there waiting.
There is this kind of intoxication in those eyes and his scent that shut my soul down and the kind that woke it up again. As the male stand tall in front of me, a part of me wants to run and a part of me sought to perceive his touch, to cool the fire his gaze had set my body on. I know I will have bolted for the hills if I hadn't been high on booze. But being drunk has switched off the rational parts of my brain and left the fool to run my life, to run my mouth. I have no idea what he had said, what I have said, but I could only feel his delicious looking lips move, and all I could concentrate upon are his lips. I crave the sensation of his soft lips against my flesh, as well as to taste the sweetness of his skin. And it is not long before I find myself in the arms of that male.
There is not an ounce of doubt in my mind that I am drunk and so is he. He reeks heavily of booze. I can feel from his posture and demeanour that he is a male of authority and power, perhaps an Alpha at that.
And the way his fingertips slide over my flesh just fuels my need, and I know the desire is reciprocal because of how his breath grows laboured and his fingers quiver as they glide over my flesh.
Our thirst only rises as our bodies grind against each other and move sensually in rhythm to the music. our eager touches become rougher, and our stomach growls with a want to devour one another. The lofty concept I had of preserving my virtue has vanished from my head and all I can think and feel are his touches and the hunger that is growing. All I can remember as my thoughts begin to wander are his lips on mine. The way he frantically thrusts his tongue into my wet lips, exploring every nook and cranny of my moist mouth. He then boldly scoops me up and carries me somewhere before I can realise it, and I don’t protest for this is what I desire. I couldn't protest since hunger have long clouded my judgement and all I could feel is my desire to be fucked. And all I want is to give in to my wicked desire to sin.
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As she saw a male carrying Nesta out of the hall and towards the packhouse's guest rooms, a sinister and malicious sneer formed on her lips. She let out a relieved and contented sigh and rushed out of the packhouse.
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Hey my lovelies,
What do you think of this chapter? Did you enjoy it? I sure did enjoy writing it. And I hope you guys won't come at me for skiping the smut. I promise there will be some in the future, it's just way too early for a smut. And our Nesta sure did take a turn. Who do you think is the male who got her so hot and bothered? And the twisted tale begins from here.
Happy reading,
Daisy Chaseley