chapter six

Carter hated wearing a suit. It was itchy, it was squeezing, but Lexa had insisted, as had Niella. At least he wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable. Caleb, Keith, and Franklin, next to him, had been complaining for half an hour about their own suits with him. To tell the truth, it is above all a means of distracting oneself and relaxing the atmosphere. The whole pack is on high alert, and the young man understands why it was important that all the dominants of the pack be present: None of the others came with submissives, and therefore the possibilities of danger are greater. With all these unknown dominants so close to the youngsters and submissives, it is difficult, especially for males, to keep calm. Beside him, his pack mates are on their toes, surveying any stranger who gets a little too close to the area where the Cubs are and glaring so darkly that if they could kill with their eyes, half of the guests would be disintegrated, plain and simple. To pass the time, Carter reviewed the alphas of the different packs, whose Lexa had shown him earlier. In all there were nine of them: The tall redhead was Cormack, the Alpha of the ax pack. A big guy of Irish origin, he was dangerous, like any self-respecting alpha, but he was reasonable and did not kill unnecessarily. He's very friendly when he's been drinking beer, Lexa added, although he's often stopped by Adleigh, his wife. The little brown one is Lester Harrington, the Alpha of the growing pack. Not bad, just a full-on asshole. The tall blonde taller than him by a head and hanging from his arm is Carrie, his companion. The brown couple with piercing blue eyes is Lassa and Jane Pedder, the alphas of the Lake pack. They are good alphas and good allies. Alpha Lex, real name Lexington Corês, a medium-sized blond, from the Selva pack. Do not rely on his air of angel, once launched in single combat, he can do as much damage as a bomb. Shyok Nama, the alpha of the Orne Pack, is formidable in the Poison Arts, but will only attack if provoked. Sahara Cane, whose black hair throws bluish lightning is a real psychopath. Nicknamed the mad dog, don't mess with him. The little peroxide blonde... Dana Lacan, the alpha of Dante's pack. Speaking of herself, Lexa's voice had morphed to nothing more than a very deaf as she added, her eyes full of hate: An incestuous bitch whore. According to the girl, Dana was not born alpha, barely dominant enough not to be a submissive, and only achieved this position by sleeping with all the suitors for the position of Alpha and then murdering them. . And finally, there were their own alphas, Lexa's parents: John and Ella Filarmony. Their children had inherited their mother's features, of which Lexa was a less gentle carbon copy, but inherited their father's silvery blond hair and amber eyes. He had never seen Ella before this morning, when she had come to greet her daughter, leaving in her wake a sweet smell of rose, so different from that of the young girl. Lexa had explained to him that her mother was a submissive, but that, by chance of nature, she was the companion, the soul mate of her father. He had already noticed that submissives tended to smell sweeter and lighter than dominants. Nia smelled of magnolia, Ella, the rose, Cara the cook, candy. While Caleb smelled of wood fire mixed with coffee, Lari, a warrior, smelled of Jasmine and mint and mist and sunshine, Franklin, lemon and rosemary, and his favorite smell, Lexa's, honey, honeysuckle. and moonbeam. He would have liked to describe to Charly and Paul all his incredible new sensations, but words were not enough to describe them, the strength, the speed, the sight, the senses... Basically, being a wolf suited him perfectly well, even if these words seemed to him like a betrayal. He had no time to spread more remorse, because John took the microphone, and standing on the stage, alongside his companion and his son, began:

- Hello and welcome to all . We hope that your trip went well and that you are well settled. Before going further in my speech, I would like to introduce you to my daughter and heir, Lexandara.

Carter heard nothing more as the world melted into a soft blur around her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long blond hair was left loose and fell down her back to her waist, and her face was only very lightly made up, but nevertheless shone with golden sparkles. She wore a black outfit consisting of an Asymmetric top and a long skirt .

- Still playing the minx, Lexa?

She gave him a cold, dominating look, which sent little flashes down his spine to his crotch.

- Do you still sleep with your mother, Danaan?

So there, she had just dropped a bomb. Danaan, Dana's son? Then it came back to her: Lexa had called Dana an incestuous whore. It was true ? Danaan did not deny, but blushed violently and took a step back. Lexa passed, jostling him with her shoulder and rejoined her family. A whiff of pheromone rose, telling him that he wasn't the only one reacted to Lexa's display of power. She was about to step onto the stage when Dana's unpleasant voice rose:

- Heir? That spoiled brat? As if you hadn't already insulted your family and your pack by letting a loner roam your territory and transform humans? Really ?

A chilling silence fell over the assembly and even Sahara the mad dog held his breath as Lexa approached The Incestuous Whore with lethal grace. It was a new face of the young girl that Carter saw, but he finally understood how she had found herself in the position of Heir: she simply hid her game well, but she possessed incredible strength, which oozed out of every pore. of her skin.

- What did you say, Dana?

Each word was a promise of death, but the oldest replied:

- It's a shame that you inherit the pack, Lexandara.

Lexa threw her head back and laughed, but not the warm laughter that warmed Carter, but a cold, terrifying laughter.

- Oh Dana, you dare speak of shame, you the only alpha who has a lower rank?

Dana let out a growl and threw herself at the girl, transforming in the process.

Lexa would never have time to transform and intercept her, she was going to be torn to pieces. Carter looked at them, and, like the rest of the crowd, he was completely helpless, which enraged him. But at the very last moment, faster than was normally possible, Lexa transformed, her matte golden skin becoming creamy white fur, her manicured fingernails, sharp claws, and in less time than a normal shapeshifter would take, she became wolf. She greeted Dana with a kick, which sent the oldest to the mat. Lexa was taller than her opponent, and drastically more dominant, but that didn't stop Dana from coming back on the attack. The two wolves circled each other for a moment, then Dana charged at her youngest, dragging them into a whirlwind of fangs, claws and blood. The dark brown coat of the first contrasted sharply with that of the second, giving a sort of two-tone swirl. Better than any smash bros fight. Suddenly there was a yelp and the whirlwind stopped: Lexa was done playing. The white wolf stood over the brunette, fangs around the latter's throat. She pushed them lightly, once again making the smell of blood rise in the air. Carter couldn't resist scanning his packmate for any injuries, but to his relief found nothing. The wolves remorphed, leaving red liquid soil behind them. Lexa reappeared, her body unscratched. Still as beautiful, without makeup that had flowed, without any disheveled hair, she replaced her tiara on her head and smoothed her long black skirt with the back of her hand. Dana, on the other hand, was in a very bad state: it looked like she had just been hit by a truck. Her blond hair stood on end, and her botoxed body was covered in scratches and bite marks, the worst and most visible of her injuries being the bloody fang marks around her throat. She was standing so badly that two of the males in her pack had to support her as she met Lexa's gaze, who stood in front of her, smiling, beautiful and victorious.