Chapter 7: first Glance

Ariana’s POV

He cannot possibly be here.

I am incredibly sensitive to everything around me, and my palms begin to sweat. I can hear everyone strolling around me and the dishes clanging in the rear kitchen.

Ariana? I shake my head as Lark moves into my line of sight. Yes? I utter, but it sounds like a squeak. Are you okay? When he asks, I respond by nodding and clearing my throat.

Naturally. I apologies; I was just taking in what you said. That gives me a little anxiety.

Don't worry; everyone enjoys you, and you're a regular here. The Alpha King will definitely be as enthralled by your voice as everyone else is. I look around with a half-smile.

You can do it, and I am welcome here.

I'm aware. Thank you for reminding me. What are the plans for tonight? I inquire, taking a little pause before continuing. Does anyone else have a game? Lark hands me a piece of paper and nods. I'm sure you're familiar with the other two bands that will perform tonight. I smile as I peruse the names on the notepad in front of me. Yes, of course!

Of course.

Lark moves past me and takes up a box of cables. One of them requested me to request your assistance with a couple songs, which I believe you have previously done for them, but you can always discuss it with them later. Are you now ready for the sound check? I give a nod.

That must be my cue! Lyra then gives me a hug and takes her belongings backstage. I take the stage and experience that all-too-familiar sense of belonging as Lark hands me the microphone he just finished putting up.

After soundcheck, I head backstage to find Lyra and speak with Sarah, the lead singer of one of the other bands performing tonight.

As I approach the space, I find them both at the back left corner of the room, laughing hysterically on the couches. Sarah notices me first, and it thrills me to see the enormous smile that appears on her face as she rises from the couch and makes her way over to greet me.

She is there! She hugged me tightly and inquired about Ariana's well-being.

I'm doing fine. How are things going for you and the band?

We are wonderful! I'm really thrilled we're performing on the same night as you. Are you ready to rock some tunes? I laugh.

You are aware of this.

My girl is like that! Okay, I will let you prepare and then see you on stage. We can chat more later, okay? She offers me a small wink before exiting the room. I approach Lyra, who has removed my clothes and set her makeup bag on the vanity table on the left wall. I grab my belongings and enter the changing room, removing my basic jeans and t-shirts to reveal a red crop top with a deep V neckline, black slacks with torn holes, and fishnet tights.

Lyra whistles at me as I pick up my abandoned clothing and leave again. Look at you, hot stuff. I roll my eyes and place my clothes in my suitcase. Oh, shut up. Lyra gives me a tiny laugh as I sit down and comb my coppery red hair, unsure what to do.

But honestly, you look wonderful. Lyra says this as she begins correcting my makeup from the day before, adding smokier black eyeshadow, two-toned red and black winged liner, lashes, and mascara. When I pause and look at her, it appears that she can read my thoughts.

Concerning the Alpha King, do not worry. He is just an extra set of eyeballs.

The idea that he will be watching is unsettling.

You never know; he could be here just to pick up women, but he's most likely on the top VIP floor. Do not worry.

I sighed. I will make an effort not to.

Okay, shut up. Put on lipstick. Before I knew it, I had applied a full coat of black lipstick and was ready to tackle my hair. I keep my mouth shut and let her complete her work. I French braid the sides back into the rest of my hair and let it hang down after sectioning each side and trimming a few bangs to accent the sides of my face. Lyra helps me apply a light curl to the front pieces and sets everything with hairspray.

Everything is set for the show! I cannot wait to hear from you, therefore I am leaving.

Thank you for helping me get ready. I look in the mirror and say it again as she starts packing her items.

At any time. Take them out.

I chuckle. You seem like a supportive mother. When I say it, she snickers. Don't I? Regardless, enjoy yourself. This is necessary for you. Our eyes connect in the mirror's image, and I smile halfheartedly.

I'm aware.

Franklin Point of View

When I arrive at Moonlit Den, I notice that everyone is acting differently as I pass through and make my way to the VIP area.

People are clearly scared by the thought of becoming Alpha King.

However, it's fine; I'd rather people be terrified than imagine they might exploit me. Along with my beta mark, I'm here at Moonlit Den to relax and listen to some excellent music. Although I hadn't been proclaimed king yet, my parents insisted that I choose my Beta, and I couldn't think of a finer choice. Since we were puppies, Mark has been a part of my life. We have complete and unflinching trust in one another. He would make a sacrifice for me, and I would reciprocate. The only option was him.

Mark follows me as we ascend to the VIP floor and take seats at the balcony's edge, his gaze surveying the area.

Do you want your typical? I look down and see the first band setting up, then nod in response to Mark's query. Mark goes away toward the bar, and I look around to check if I will still be able to do this once I become king.

I will prioritize it, so screw it. I enjoy doing this when I have free time.

I groan, realizing that everyone is watching me. I understand that the title and authority attract attention, yet it still irks me. Despite my grumbling, I take the position seriously. You should not take me. In a light manner. People's impressions of me are clearly impacted by my reputation for refusing to take crap. Whatever. Despite being a severe leader, I possess a soul. People who know me appreciate me, and those in my pack understand that I do not let my emotions control me. I'm clever, strategic, and level-headed.

Here you are, Frank. Mark hands me my drink and adds, "Bourbon." Nice.

Regards, Mark. Before taking a sip, I notice how the alcohol tingles down my throat. Do any of the bands playing tonight sound familiar to you? He nods in response to my question. I have only heard reports about the final solo act, and I was only in charge of the second one. Her voice appears to be excellent.

Then, I suppose, we'll have to see. As the band begins to play, I smirk and take another drink.

I look for Mark when the first band finishes their set. I liked the sound of that band, but it was a little too heavy for me. As we watch the second band set up, I tell Mark.

Man, I totally agree with you. This next one should be good because it has a decent following here! As they start their set, the sound of a loud guitar fills the pub, so he yells the final few words.

I look at the towering, blond-haired she-wolf who is the lead singer. I am astounded when she opens her mouth. It's amazing how she can scream and growl, especially for a woman. As I listen to the song, I can't help but nod. They wait a few minutes before beginning the second one.

Hello everyone!We appreciate you coming out to join us tonight! We now have a special guest for the following song! Please welcome Ariana! She has agreed to join us in singing a few of our own songs today, but you will hear from her later.

Another woman takes the stage as I turn to face the right side. Fishnets, a vibrant red crop top, and black ripped denim leggings. I'm going to turn away, but my wolf shiba is stirring in my thoughts, so I hold back. Her features and lovely red hair pique my interest. I concentrate on her in order to catch her aroma. I choke on my bourbon as it hits me like a tonne of bricks.

I hear Shiba scream in my head.

My Mate