❝Don't bite your lips,❞ Adonis whispers, his eyes raking over my body before he moves his soft lips to the edge of my earlobe; his canines teasing the sensitive skin. ❝I already told you Farah, that's my job.❞
Months ago, the Alpha of the 7th Leg...
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F a r a h ◕ N e a l
I LOOKED AT the the invitation in my hands skeptically, my eyes running across the cursive ink. The prime Regiment pack's Masquerade Ball was to occur tomorrow evening. I bit my lip before glancing back down at the invite. Was it right for me to attend with all that had occurred yesterday? Would this pack want me to engage in such after the stunt I pulled?
"It's tradition..." A soft voice spoke from behind me.
I turned my head and my eyes met deep dark brown ones. A girl with warm brown skin and sleek brown hair tied neatly in a ponytail gazed at me intriguingly.
"Oh my god, you're that girl from yesterday—the one who pulled a Mulan!" The girl shrieks causing my eyes to widen.
I smile sheepishly before looking away from her eyes. I watch as the busy halls of the pack continued to roll with more members whom seemed to give me daunting looks as they passed by me. "Y-yeah, that's me..." I muttered almost to myself.
"Tell me, is it true you almost got mauled by a group of red breeds?" She questions, further intrigued.
My nervous grin falls flat, and I found myself wanting to end this conversation rather abruptly. I look at the invitation in my hands before I sighed.
"This was on my door when I awoke." I start changing the subject of matter. "I'm not sure I want to go."
The girl begins to open her mouth before Rebecca's tall figure reveals itself from the hall across from us. "Sorry Kiy, I have to borrow Farah for a moment."
The girl sticks out her bottom lip almost like a child. Her eyes graze my face once more before her pinkish lips curve into a smile. "I have to get to the next Alumni meeting anyways....it was nice talking to you, Farah." She says before turning her back and walking away.
She stops in her tracks turning back to look at me. "Like I said, its tradition. We'd love to see members of the newly integrated back attend."
Her smile was infectious and I couldn't help but curl my lips mimicking hers. "Thanks..."
"You're welcome!" She almost shrieks before walking away the other direction.
I turn to Becca with furrowed brows and she lets out a chuckle at my confusion.
"Alumni?" I question in surprised.
"Yeah," Becca answers. "With her overbearing and almost childlike jolly nature, you'd think she was an agriculturalist—no offense."
