Chapter 1 The Alpha's Party

Rasima walked into her room and laid flat on the bed, chuckling and turning from side to side as she spoke on the phone. The call she was on was so exciting, she could go on for hours without getting bored.

"Seriously babe, I miss you and wish you could just show up right here and now", the male caller said on the phone, making the warmth of color invade Rasima's cheeks.

"Mmm. I know, right? And trust me, I miss you more. I really can't wait to get done here and return home to your arms", she drawled, drawing invisible lines on the bed with her finger.

"You know, I hate coming back to this place. I didn't want to come." She added snappily.

And just like her words had reacted, her mum opened the door, showing up.

Rasima snapped her head at her and was surprised to find the woman all dressed up, looking gorgeous.

"My goodness! Rasima, why are you still in this dress? I thought you'd be ready by now", the middle - aged woman queried as she fixed the last ring on her ear.

"Hold on, let me call you back", Rasima whispered into the phone and dropped the call. Then, she turned to her mum.

"Seriously mum, I thought we talked about this already? I'm not interested in this party or whatever it is. For goodness sake, I just got home. Why do I have to go out?" She grumbled.

"Come on now, Rasima, don't be ridiculous. It's Alpha Jamin's birthday and everyone is literally attending. Why would you want to be left out?" Her mum scolded.

"I don't care how high his status is, and I don't care who has a birthday. I have no interest in your wolf pack activities. After all, I am not even a wolf. We are not the same kind!" Rasima rejected everything about the wolf pack.

Mrs Chantal sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "I've told you countless times to disregard that thought, Rasima. Simply because you haven't turned doesn't mean you're not a wolf. You just need time, honey. Besides..."

"Oh! Stop with the pity quote, mum" Rasima interrupted with an eye roll. "To be honest, I'm so glad I'm not a wolf, it's the greatest gift ever. Frankly speaking, there's nothing special about being one.If I were a wolf, maybe I'd hate myself too!".

"Rasima!"

"What? It's the truth. The only reason I'm back here is because I don't want to keep getting your harassing calls and hearing your complaints all the time.Five more days and I'm out of here".

Mrs Chantal heaved a sigh. She couldn't fathom who her twenty-six year old daughter got her attitude from.

"Okay, fine. I won't argue with you anymore. But for today, just do me the favour and come with me. Your sister's already dressed and waiting in the lounge". Mrs Chantal tapped her hand.

"But, mum..."

"No buts. I already promised to introduce you to a few of my friends. So, If you still know I'm your mother, get ready and don't disrespect me".

Mrs Chantal stood up and left, not giving any more room for argument.

Begrudgingly, Rasima rolled her eyes and stood up, deciding to get something to wear.

"Just this once. After this time, we parted ways. ", she mumbled to herself.

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She got one of her simplest outfits - a pair of jeans and a T-shirt - then went out to the lounge where she met her younger sister.

"Hey sis. You look like you're going over to steal the party", she quipped.

She had expected a chuckle from the young lady, but all she got in return was a straight face that had been maintained.

"My preference to look good doesn't mean I'm being extra. Obviously, After all look at you, we have distinctly different tastes, what is your outfit? Party waiter? ? Kylie answered subtly, releasing a light smile at the end as she gave Rasima a head - to - toe glance.

The young lady actually looked pretty in her long silver dress, with a complimenting makeup. It also complimented the bossy attitude she was giving.

Rasima could read the sarcasm in her words but decided to ignore. And just then, their mother walked in.

"For the creator's sake! You're looking this way to the Alpha's party?" She directed her question at Rasima who arched her brows and gave a downward look at herself.

"Well, sorry mum, but I don't find the occasion appealing enough. I'm only going there 'cause you want me to and have no intentions of pleasing anyone", she rolled her eyes.

"But Rasima..."

"You shouldn't stress it, mum. Class isn't meant for everyone. She's always so different, isn't she? Mom, why are you talking so much to her? Do you still expect her to pick a superior son-in-law for you ?", Kylie chipped in, as always, mocked.

"You're twenty-four, Kylie. But it's obvious your brain works half your age", Rasima said, making Kylie's eyes glint.

Mrs Chantal noticed the feud coming and quickly stepped in.

"Not a single word. Now, everyone out", she urged.

Shooting Rasima a glare, Kylie flounced out of the room.

"Talk to your daughter, mum. Her pretty face may may recruit you a golden son-in-law. However, her unbeatable attitude may have to attract trouble. Rasima dropped the warning with her mum before walking out of the room.

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In a well - ventilated room,

Wide and refurbished, and made to give comfort to it's occupant. Lady Joelle stood with an austere mood, just gazing through the window and seeing how numerous guests trooped into the pack house.

The parking lot was almost filled up and the numerous lights made the entire place so colorful. The party was drawing closer - her Alpha's party.

Lady Joelle was a young fine lady, who's beauty was always accompanied with burden and sadness. Her pretty eyes were always cold. The temperature of her eyes was given to only one person, and that was her Alpha.

The night of the party, she looked exceptionally beautiful. Her long - smoothly brushed hair rested on her back, having a glossy effect.

And it was so perfect on her long blue dress that screamed luxury.

Jewelries were not missing from the right places and neither was the appropriate makeup.

That evening, she wanted to look beautiful; she wanted to be happy. But she couldn't tell why she felt so scared with each tick. She hoped that the right person would show up tonight, and if not, she would have to make a quick decision.

She dashed to the table where her drink was and slugged more from the wine until it became empty. Then, she placed a hand on her tummy and sighed.

"My babies", she called softly.

The Alpha's babies.

Her bump wasn't so big yet, but she enjoyed touching it and envisaging the moment she'd get to hold them. It was unfortunate that she was only considered a surrogate for the Alpha and could never be loved by him. It was truly unfortunate.

A knock hit the door and next, it went open with a maid showing up.

Lady Joelle was startled by the raised voice.

She was too preoccupied with thinking about the flow of the night.

The young maiden bowed: "Sorry for disturbing, my lady, but it's time to come down for the party".

Joelle drew a deep breath and pulled herself together.

"Alright", she muttered and left the room.

She was a little nervous, wondering if all the arrangements could be carried out smoothly?

This is a plan that is only allowed to succeed, not to fail.