Page 82 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
“You sure you are older than us?” Tori grins.
“Hey, show your elders some respect,” Jazz demands with a grin.
Jazz and I look at each other and high-five. We’ve been celebrating all week. Jazz’s birthday was on Monday, mine was Friday, and today it’s party time. I’m not into parties, but Marcel and my parents went out of their way to organize something for us—at such short notice too. My parents were so supportive when they discovered I actually wanted to celebrate my birthday this year. I’ve never been one to celebrate, nor do I like being the center of attention, but ever since I met Jazz and my other friends, I feel like I am changing.
“You really don’t mind?” Jazz whispers towards me, sounding nervous.
“What?” I blink. “That you are half-witch?”
She nods tentatively.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler,” I sigh dramatically. “You tell me you’re a hybrid and can actually learn magic… like Harry Potter. No, like Hermione!”
Jazz smiles at me, her eyes lighting up with relief. I’m surprised she’d think it might bother me that she’s a hybrid. Marcel told her as soon as he came back from visiting the coven with Alpha Celine. It took a while for her to grasp what he was saying, but overall, she took it surprisingly well. It seems like she always felt something was different about her.
“When is Aurelia coming?” Marilou wants to know.
“She and Nox will come a bit later,” Tori explains, waving when she sees Lionel and Terry approaching us to help with the preparations. “She said something about a family drama. Or dinner. I’m not sure, could be both.”
Lion catches her last words and rolls his eyes. “They always have some kind of drama going on. It’s not surprising, considering the vast number of siblings in that family.”
“Lucky her,” I sigh. “It must be fun to grow up with so many brothers around you.”
“I have one,” Tori mutters. “And he’s bothersome enough.”
“Hey, I heard that,” Terry pouts. “I just don’t want anyone to hurt my sister!”
“Or date her,” Lion adds.
“Or look at her,” Jazz adds.
I nod. “Or talk to her.”
“Or be in a room with her,” Marilou concludes.
Terry flushes. “I’m not that bad.”
“Aurelia’s brothers are all alphas by blood,” Tori sighs. “But they don’t baby her as much as Terry babies me.”
“Yeah, well,” Lion rubs over the back of his head. “I mean, not going to lie. Aurelia is tough as fuck. She can kick most of her brothers’ asses. And you are more cute and sweet. I would protect you too if you were my sister.”
Tori narrows her eyes at him. “You’re not helping.”
“Don’t worry,” I grab her arm. “Tonight, we will party our asses off, and the guys aren’t allowed to complain.”
“Yes, we’ll dress in our hottest outfits and be the queens of the night,” Jazz grins.
There is no doubt in my mind that she will make sure we are. Jazz showed me her dress already. It seems like Marcel went shopping with her and bought her exactly what she wanted, no question. A short, tight, blue, glittery dress. On anyone else, it might look tacky, but Jazz can easily pull it off. Additionally, Marcel gifted her with a beautiful necklace with a perfect ruby attached to it. It fits her dark complexion perfectly.
I went for lavender this time. It’s tight but not as revealing as the last dress I wore because I didn’t want to worry about bending down or dancing.
“Tonight, we won’t worry about anything,” I whisper towards Jazz.
She nods. “No thinking about our finals for school.”
“Or about any training to discover my wolf’s gift.”
“Or about studying magic.”
