The Alpha Princess & The Werewolf King
Sins

POV Gianna (Two years later)

Everyone seems to have moved on, but not me. I still have nightmares of the night the rouges took away my best friend, the only boy I loved. It has been rough, and I try to maintain it for the sake of being the next Alpha. Lucas will always be on my mind no matter if I replace my mate or not, a part of my heart will always belong to Lucas.

I will be turning seventeen in seven months, and I am excited to meet my wolf. Storm has already shifted and found her mate. Turns out it was Aaron. They have been happily mated and marked. I can’t wait for a niece or nephew, so I can spoil them rotten.

It is Sierra’s birthday and she shifted early this evening. Her wolf is beautiful honey brown fur, with white spots across her paws, and crystal blue eyes. She was shimmering with glee. She did her first run with the pack shortly after and was so elated. Then realization hit her. She was supposed to share that moment with her brother. Her mood dampened instantly. I see the dejected look in her eyes and knew she was thinking of Lucas.

We finished our classes for our winter break and talked about the party tonight. Instead of having a house party we decided to hit up club Lavish tonight. Of course, we will need some fake ID’s but with my connections I know how to get things accomplished. I head over to my office in the pack house. I can no longer visit the club house the memories of that night are too much. The triplets have taken it over anyway. They are now eight and think they are the coolest kids in the pack. I laugh each time I see all the other kids want to play with them. They don’t socialize much with others though, which worries me, but they have each other for friendships.

A few hours later, I swing by my buddy’s house to pick up the ID’s and head back to the pack house to get ready for tonight. Storm and Sierra are already in my room. Sierra is in my closet rummaging through it for the perfect outfit for me to wear. I am more of the conservative type. I don’t like to show off my body although I’ve been blessed with a perfect figure. Double D breast and plump bottom. I am diffidently thick in the right places, but I am not a showy person. As future Alpha I need to look the part of a sophisticated young woman.

Any way Sierra comes out and plops on the floor. “Ugh your SOOO up tight with your clothing, don’t you have anything slutty?”

I just laugh and shake my head.

“It’s a good thing you have me, I went shopping for the perfect outfits for us.” Sierra states.

I groan knowing this will not be good. She gets up and runs off to the door yelling for an Omega.

The Omega comes in with a rack of clothing and then turns to leave. I look at all the skimpy dressing hanging and sigh. I give into Sierra only because it is her birthday and I know she is feeling down.

I try on a few dresses and replace one I am comfortable with wearing. It’s a mid-thigh length royal blue lace dress that hugs my assets perfectly. The sleeves are off the shoulder given a perfect view of my neck. I finish off my look with silver pumps and purse, with light make up. I pull my long curly hair into loose braided bun and some curls hanging out the bun. I pop on some more lip gloss, and we head out.

It didn’t take long for us to get to the club. The line was ridiculously long, I spotted Trigger from our neighboring pack Midnight Moon Pack, the Alpha of Werewolves pack, I walked up and said hello. He just grunted; we walked in behind him without having to show ID. It was packed with people. Storm said she was going to get us some drinks.

When she returned, she had six shots of tequila, two for each of us. I downed them back-to-back, the girls looked at me confused.

“Well, someone wants to have a good time.” A mysterious man said.

I shrugged it off and went to get more shots, and a cognac on the rocks. This girl loves her Hennessy. While waiting for my credit card the mysterious man walks up behind me.

“May I have this dance?” He asks.

“No thanks, I’m here with my friends.” I say as I turn and slam the Hennessy. I walk back over to my friends, and we do another round of shots.

After a little while I start to feel hot, I’m a werewolf so alcohol doesn’t affect me that much, but I was feeling quite tipsy. I feel hands wrap around my waist and the smell of a campfire invade my nose. The touch was soothing my hot body. I turn to see the mysterious man; his eyes feel like they are piercing my soul. I want to kiss him. I pull his head down towards my lips and kiss him like my life depended on it. Things started to get hot and heavy, but before anything could happen, we decided to call it a night.

Aaron took Strom and Sierra home and since I took my car, I needed to get myself home. I pull my keys out from my purse and clicked the unlock button. I feel a presence behind me and turn around. There he is again. Mr. Mysterious. “Hello again, did you need a

ride home?” He asks as he approaches me. I can feel his breath on my face.

“No, I am ok to drive.” I respond.

The next thing I know I am in his arms. He pulls me close, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands roaming all over his body while he peppers kisses down my neck. He places a kiss on my marking spot and a jolt of pain coursed through me. I hissed, I wanted to stop but my body was betraying me. Then I fell into a deep darkness.

The next morning, I wake up in an unknown bed. My clothes are scattered on the ground and the mysterious man is lying next to me. I jumped out of the bed in a panic. I grabbed my clothes and head for the door. Before I can reach the door, I see a flash. Mr. Mysterious is blocking the doorway. Fear takes over me.

“Relax Princess, I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to thank you for last night. My name is Flint by the way.” He reaches for my face and gently caresses my cheek.

I push him out of the way and bust out the door. I figure out I am at the hotel next to the club, and I quickly walk to my car. What did I do last night and how come I don’t remember anything?