Luna Queen

15 - Fugitive Kisses

15 - Fugitive Kisses

Azoic, Rostov Oblast
North Russia - Russian Fed; Population: 82,356
Romanov's Estate House

Sativa
I blinked in the mirror.

Taking a deep breathe before raising the perfume bottle and gently spraying it on my neck. It smelled of roses, Romanov's favorite.

Who would have thought?

After my little chat with Vladimir, I had realized a lot more about Romanov than I already knew. If the curse managed to be eliminated, I could be his. It was possible that he could still think that the curse was going to happen his way.

Meanwhile, it was to be happening Vladimir's way.

Hell, I just want a mate.

Yes, desperate. But, my world has been nothing but finding a mate. Ever since the day that I turned sixteen, it was all that my father steadily talked about.

It cannot fully know if I am in my right senses doing this. It is endlessly dangerous, but a mate could offer me the power of a true Lycanthrope. I would be powerful, immune to most dangers that lurked the forests. I needed that power, for it would give me more of an advantage in searching after my parents' murderers. Finally feeling satisfaction to avenge their painful, unfortunate deaths.

I planned to leave after the curse has been removed and Romanov has marked me. I sighed, he was an Alpha King, my privileges would be endless if I were to be marked by such a sinisterly high-ranked, Lycanthrope.

It wouldn't be too hard.

I slip off the small chair sitting in front of the vanity.

I didn't want to stare at myself more than I needed to. Without any experience in the makeup artistry, I more than helped myself with what I did to my face. I opted for a natural look, but Vladimir had insisted that I go all out for this big event.

Tonight, March twenty-sixth, was the annual Alpha's meeting. And, it was being held here. I had watched the maids, his guards and the entirety of his household go near mad trying to get everything in order. I hadn't spotted Romanov once today, but it was fine because after my conversation with Vladimir, I didn't feel like facing Romanov - I had learnt a lot.

Too much, actually.

My eyes were smoky, the black accentuating my oddly-colored eyes. I had on a thin sheet of concealer, paired with blood, red lipstick. My hair was curled in an elegant bun on the top of my head. But, my dress was by far the greatest one.

You see, Vladimir had arranged a suitcase full of my clothes to arrive from America, and I couldn't thank him enough. It had my favorite dress in it - the same one that I wore to the unfortunate Marriage Ceremony of Ivanna and my dad. Such a beautiful dress with such an ugly memory.

I had rented it for the ceremony, and then fell in love with its enticing fabric.

Not its price tag.

It had taken my mother four months before she finally agreed to buy it for me. It cost no less than six hundred and fifty dollars, but with my extra shifts and mother's kindness, I had managed to afford the cloth.

The top quarter of it was embroidered with jewels of all sorts and different colors, the twinkling effect matching with the slight twinkle in my eyes. It was a normal-cut neckline with sleeves a little past my shoulders. The bottom half and a quarter made me feel like the last Cinderella. It was golden in color - shimmery and glossy, the perfect addition of height for my tall frame. I had on plain, black heels. It seems that they had managed to fit my whole closet it the massive, turquoise suitcase.