Arabella Dimitri

Today was the day of the ball. I didn't know if I wanted to go yet, but I was in a hotel that was near where the ball was being held, I had the dress that Damien had bought me, as well as everything else I needed. Part of me thought that because I had come this far, I just had to go. The other part of me just thought it would be pointless. If I never met my mate, I wouldn't have to worry about the pain of not being with my mate if they decided to not go rogue with me, however, if my mate was already a rogue, or a normal pack member, there was a high chance they would come back with me. I guess there wouldn't be that many Alphas there, and alphas were really the only ones that pretty much couldn't be swayed at all to go rogue. What's the chance of me actually getting mated to an Alpha, really?

I stood in my dress. It was bright red, like fire, with a low neckline that showed my cleavage. It had quite thin straps, and the bodice was tight, hugging my chest and waist, whilst it flowed out from there. There was a rather high slit going up one leg as well. "Damien really wanted all the unmated males to try and fuck me tonight," I rolled my eyes. I paired it with some golden heels, a cute necklace and earrings. I curled my midnight black hair, that fell down my back, and I put on some soft makeup. I debated whether or not to put in a coloured contact so that my eyes would be the same colour, but I decided against it. I wanted to be proud of my eyes now that I didn't have to hide anymore, now that people actually 'liked' me.

I stood in front of the mirror, scanning over my appearance. Even now that I was fully dressed and ready, I didn't actually have to go to the ball. I could just snap a quick picture, get out of my dress, take off my makeup, have a shower and sleep in the warm hotel bed, ordering room service and watching a film on the TV in front of the bed. I really didn't have to go. I know I didn't have to go. I kind of wanted to go though.

Just go. I heard my wolf say. She made up my mind. I stepped out of the hotel room, putting the key card in my clutch, along with my phone, and I walked down to the lobby. Evidently there were a couple of rogues that were staying in this hotel, because I saw a few women in ball gowns and a few men in suits walking around.

"Hi, are you going to the ball?" a female voice asked me. I turned to look at a beautiful woman, with strawberry blonde hair, pale skin, green eyes, in an emerald dress, that complimented her eyes and complexion amazingly.

"You're pretty," I said, probably sounding really dumb right now. "Yeah, I'm going to the ball," I answered her question.

"Thank you," she blushed, "do you want to share a taxi? Then we can split the fare," she suggested.

"Well, I will pay the full price, but yeah, you can get in with me," I smiled at her.

"Your eyes..." she took a step closer to me, looking into each of my eyes. "Y-y-you're Arabella Dimitri?" I nodded my head. God. If this woman ran from me screaming, I would probably run up to my room, and not go to this damned ball. The fate of tonight rests on this cute little ginger's head.

"You're even prettier than I imagined," she said, I was taken aback, what now who says what? "My name is Emily, you can call me Em if you want."

"Hi Em," I shook her outstretched hand.

"Is it true you're 6000 years old?" she asked, examining my face.

"That is certainly not true, I am actually 23," I chuckled at her question.

Em was sweet. She asked me a lot more questions in the car, on the way to the ball. She asked if it was true that I once found four children playing in the woods one day and I ate them for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert one day. I told her I have never eaten a single human, werewolf, vampire, hybrid, witch, ever in my life. I think that answered a lot of her burning questions. She asked me if it was true that on my birthday the moon goddess comes down onto the earth and hands me a birthday cake. I told her I wished that happened, but that I have never met the moon goddess, and I hadn't had cake on my birthday since I was eight.

"Is it true that you could set the entire Amazon forest on fire at once with the click of your fingers?" the cab driver asked, after catching on to who I was, and asking a couple of his own burning questions. Burning. Ha, the irony.

"That is true actually. I definitely have the power to do that, although I never would do it," I answered.

"That is so cool," Em looked at me gobsmacked.

"So, Em, how did you become a rogue?" I changed the topic of conversation.

"Well, I was exiled because I challenged the Luna of the pack, and even though I was literally about to win, she cheated and I lost," Em shrugged her shoulders. "That was three years ago, I've been travelling through Europe recently, but I came back a couple of months ago."

"Damn, so you can fight?"

"My mother helped train the Night Warriors, she taught me everything, until I could beat almost all of them," she admitted. The Night Warriors were like the Navy Seals, or SAS, they were insanely skilled, special werewolf agents, trained separately to their pack. Training is so tough that many people can die during it. Only the best warriors are sent there, and they come back even better. Night Warriors specifically serve the King, and once they finish training, they join the Royal Pack. Being a Night Warrior is a very high honour.

"Why aren't you a Night Warrior?" I asked.

"I didn't want to be," she shrugged her shoulders. "So, is it true that a single lock of your hair can be used as the deadliest poison alive and kill even a god?"

I chuckled, "absolutely not."

We arrived pretty quickly at the place where the ball was being held. The security was pretty tight, considering the King was going to be there, and he was letting a load of rogues be in his presence. Everyone had to go through and intense security check, to see if we had any weapons or silver on us, and the rogues who looked particularly threatening had warriors from the Royal pack practically trailing their every move in case they tried to pull something. "You came!" Damien ran over to me and grabbed me into a huge hug. "This asshole Night Warrior keeps following me around. It's so annoying," Damien pointed to the two men that were following his every move. I guess being the rogue alpha's son, Damien was one of the biggest threats at the ball tonight. I laughed at him.

"Damien, meet my friend, Em," I gestured to Em, who was right next to me, but had disappeared somewhere. "Well, she was here," I laughed. "Oh, there she is," I pointed at her, where she was standing by the bar, paying for a drink. She turned around and locked eyes straight away with Damien. I felt Damien tense next to me.

"Mate," I heard him say. I looked between the two of them, as they stared, watching eachother. Damien practically ran over to Em, pulling her into his arms. That was kind of sweet, I have to admit.

Jason Dimitri

I had been in this pack almost a week. For most of it, I was sat in the hospital bed of my mate, waiting for him to wake up. In that time I got to meet a lot of his friends, including the Alpha King, the Royal Gammas and Betas, and a load of other people.

It was Obi, one of the Royal Deltas, who in the end convinced me to go to this ball. He said that my sister was going to be there, who I can't lie, I had been missing, and he said I needed to get out of that 'damned hospital room'. I agreed with him, slightly, although I did feel extremely guilty for leaving Logan's bedside.

I decided that I wasn't going to stay for long, and that within the hour I would be back at his bedside; I just wanted to see Ari again, for a short while.

That's what led me to being all dressed up, in a suit, drinking whiskey with the Alpha King, of all people. We had been having decent chats over the course of the week, and I could tell he was a lovely guy, who cared for those he loved, but ruled with an iron fist. It was clear, however, that everyone looked up to him, and admired him.

Of course, you must know my surprise when I smelt that intoxicating smell, of citrus, with a woodsy, incense-like aroma, waft into the room. I whipped my head round so quickly, if I was human, I would have neck problems. There, standing at the top of the stairs, looking dapper in an expensive suit, with golden cufflinks glimmering in the light, his hair clean, but slightly messy, his deep chocolate brown eyes staring straight into mine, stood my mate.

"Mate," I heard him say. It was the first time I was hearing his voice, and I couldn't wait to hear more of it.

"Mate," I said back. After that first initial moment, or staring at eachother, we both soon broke into a run. He wrapped me in his warm embrace, and I wrapped him in mine. I smelt the comforting smell of him, and relaxed slightly, glad to see that he was okay, but also glad that he was finally in my arms.

We got many 'congratulations' from various different people, and we thanked them all.

Like I said earlier, I was only going to spend less than an hour at this party, and within the hour I would be back at Logan's bedside... I guess the only difference is this time I was going to actually be in Logan's bed.