Bound to the Alpha, the Witch and the Vampire

 Moon's POV

I dragged my dress down, conscious of the way the soft material hiked up with every step I took.

"I don't think--."

Gabby turned to me with a smile, her pink blush standing out. She had her blond hair in a tight bun, showing off her oval face. She blinked, giving me a onceover with a smile on her face. her lips curled up satisfactorily.

"I've gotta say, I did a great job," she said.

I'd endured hours of being her 'work of art'---dabbing my face in makeup, and forcing me to wear a dress of hers. I was a bit taller and curvier than her, so the dress was shorter on my body.

I didn't know why I sat there, as she forced me to do all those things, probably because she was the first to call me a friend since Will. And I needed something to distract myself from Will's confession and the disturbing sight I saw earlier.

We reached the door, music thumping from inside. I grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

The dress was uncomfortable, the makeup felt heavy on my face, and I didn't know anyone in the party we were about to crash.

She titled her head. "Is it the dress?" 

It was part of it.

She touched the hem softly. "It's pretty. It brings out your gorgeous eyes."

The blue dress matched my icy blue eyes, making me feel like a glacier. It was just too much.

She grabbed my hand and pulled. "Come on."

She opened the door before I could complain and I froze at the sight in front of me. Whatever party I'd attended back home didn't come close. The house was massive and packed with people.

Dim, blinking lights pulsed overhead as people danced, red cups in their hands.

"Come on," she grabbed my hands and pulled me through the crowds.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the Witches," she said.

The witches?

She stopped in front of a group of people with questionable fashion sense. I didn't understand much about fashion, but whatever they had on, was not it.

"Gabriella," they called, and bowed slightly in her direction.

Gabby smiled. "Call me Gabby."

"We're friends, aren't we?" she asked.

They shared glances and smiled awkwardly. I noticed one of them push the cup filled with alcohol away. An awkward silence stretched as they looked everywhere but at her.

"Hi. I'm Moon," I said, hoping to dissolve the awkward air.

"Hi," they echoed.

The silence stretched out again, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there.

"So, Moon, this is Emily, Joyce and Peter," Gabby introduced.

I didn't really care about their names but I nodded politely.

"You're really pretty," Peter said, his face lighting up.

Gabby glanced at me with a smile.

"Thanks," I said.

"I did that," Gabby cut in, and I turned to her.

Why was she so nervous around them?

"I see," Joyce said.

I held Gabby's hand. "We're gonna go."

Without so much as a look back, I dragged us out of there.

"Okay, what was that?" I asked.

She sighed. "You noticed that, didn't you?"

"It was suffocating," I said.

"They are the cool kids in my coven, and I've been wanting to fit in with them for years," she said.

"Cool kids?" I asked in disbelief. One of them had on a raven's feather in their hair.

"No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to fit in with them," she blew a breath.

I knew a thing or two about how that felt. I grabbed two red cups filled with liquid, and passed one to her. I didn't know how to comfort her, when I had not found the answer myself.

"Thanks," she said, and took a sip.

I pushed her gently, and smiled. "To us, trying to fit in."

"Cheers."

She took another sip and stared at me. "You must fit in pretty well with your pack."

"What?"

"You're a wolf, aren't you?" she asked.

I had not told her I was a wolf, so I was a bit confused on how she knew that.

"I smelled it on you," she said.

That must have been Mom and Dad's scent from when they hugged me earlier. She sniffed loudly, eyes boring in on me.

"But I don't smell it anymore," she said.

I cleared my throat quickly, looking away.

"It must be all the makeup and the perfume you sprayed."

"Hmm."

"Do wolves smell?" I asked.

"Every supernatural has their particular smell," she said.

"Really?"

It was my first time hearing something like that. It was also my first time, interacting with other supernaturals besides werewolves.

"Wolves smell musky," she said. "Like mud and rain, probably because of the moon goddess."

I pulled my arm up and took a huge whiff. All I could smell was the perfume she'd dosed on me.

"What about vampires?" I asked, staring at a group of people beside the door, laughing with their fangs hanging out.

"Vampires smell like blood," she said.

I scoffed. "Of course, they do."

"You can smell the metallic air around them," she shrugged. "Besides, their fangs are easy tell."

I glanced at her. "What about witches?"

She smiled. "Witches smell like earth and herbs, most comes from the spells we learn."

"I see."

I was learning all about supernaturals in one day than I had in my entire life. If I wasn't a werewolf, what was I?

A vampire? I clicked my teeth, trying to see if I had any fangs, but they were as straight as a wall.

Was I possibly a witch?

I stared at the liquid in my cup, trying to focus and ease my mind. But no matter how hard I stared at the water, it remained still.

I sighed loudly. If I wasn't a werewolf, a vampire or a witch, what the hell was I?

"Oh. My. God."

Gabby's shrieks pulled me out of my reverie and I blinked. Standing before me, was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. His black hair was tussled, and he towered over me.

His grey eyes bored into mine as he stared at me. My gaze moved to his nose that sat pretty on his face. His lips were full and pink, and I felt a pull to lick them. His skin was tanned and clear, absent of pores and pimples.

How the hell was that possible?

His jawline looked sharp enough to cut through a knife, and his smell…oh, he smelled like perfection. His lips were moving, but I couldn't hear the words that came out of it. All I wanted to do was kiss him.

"Moon," Gabby called, and I blinked.

I couldn't believe I was caught staring at him like some kind of forbidden candy. My cheeks tinged from embarrassment.

"Move," he said, and pushed me aside, literally knocking me off my feet.

I glanced in horror, as I landed on the hard floor with my butt. My dress hiked higher, exposing my thighs. I scoffed when the guy beside him checked me out, winking at me before walking away.

The third guy hardly spared me a glance; his blue hair fell over his face as he stared at the little book in his hands.

Oh, they messed with the wrong girl.