Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Chassy

It’s my Luna ceremony. I am both excited and nervous at the same time. I know that I am an outsider to the pack, and now that Daddy Jay had finally found out about my true identity, he became more determined to go on with it. Beta Simon and Gamma Rick pushed it even more, so I had no choice but to do it and accept it with all my heart. The pack believed in me, so I was not going to fail them. I am going to be the best Luna, next to their previous one.

The stylist, who was also a pack member, was smiling as she looked at me after she was done with my hair and make-up. I didn’t want to put anything on my face, but Sims and Allie insisted. They claimed that the other packs that they invited were curious about how I appeared. They even made fun of me when they told me that they didn’t want our guests to see me in my pants and t-shirts, which is, by the way, my all-time OOTD.

As the stylist was done, I looked in my full-length mirror, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I’m donning a midnight black v-neck sheath evening gown that emanates grace and mysticism. My body is beautifully framed by the gown’s plush fabric, which hugs my contours in all the right places and flows down to the floor with a soft, flowing sweep as my décolletage is highlighted by the v-neckline, which adds a hint of allure while keeping a refined air.

The rich black of the gown appears to absorb the surrounding light, producing a charming play of shadows and highlights that enhances the significance of the event. The fabric lightly catches the moonlight glints that pass through my windows as I make a little turn. My innate beauty may stand out thanks to the sheath silhouette’s simplicity, which also conveys a timeless and regal presence. I am not bragging, but this is the first time that I have actually admired myself in my almost 19 years of existence.

My makeup has been skillfully designed to strike a balance between aggressiveness and understated elegance in order to highlight the gown’s natural brilliance, as my eyes have a captivating depth that matches the alluring night sky, with smoky tones of silver and charcoal. The silvery tones reflect the light, resembling the stars overhead and giving my appearance a hint of celestial shine.

My lips, which have a velvety hue of deep burgundy, give my complete makeup a feeling of richness and energy. Their color mirrors the gown’s intensity while adding a striking pop to the otherwise dark background of my clothing. It made me feel like I represented the power and independence that characterize me as Luna.

Meri, my stylist, did a lovely half-up, half-down haircut that beautifully accentuated the elegance of the garment. The expertly gathered top half of my hair into a complex twist draws attention to my delicate features and also reveals the graceful curve of my neck. A few strands break free from the twist and frame my face with a delicate, seductive charm. I think I’m beginning to love myself. I started to feel confident about my looks now.

My hair’s lower half falls in loose, cascading waves that mimic the gown’s voluminous curves. These waves provide a touch of glamorous style that is both contemporary and classic by catching the light in the most ethereal way.

“You are very beautiful, Luna,” Meri said. I couldn’t help but blush.

“It’s because you are so good. I can’t believe that you could do magic.” I replied.

“I did not do much. You are already beautiful, to begin with.”

“You are too humble. I hope that you’re going to continue your work. Study and train more because I can already see that you’re going to be a famous stylist in town if you really pursue this.”

“Thank you so much for your appreciation, Luna. It boosted my confidence,” she replied, then we heard a knock.

“Come in,” I said, and my room door opened. The men in my life came in one by one, and I could see shock and surprise on their faces.

“Are you really this beautiful, or do we need to thank Meri for her magical hands?” Sims asked, grinning.

“You all have to thank her,” I replied, and they all looked at my stylist, and together they said, Thanks.

“As much as I want to praise Meri’s miraculous hands, I have to remind you that everyone is waiting,” Daddy Jay said. Then he offered me his hand, which I gladly took, and we all went out of my bedroom.

There’s a pathway at the back of the pack house that leads to the event area of the Silver Moon Pack. That is where we hold important gatherings such as this. It can accommodate up to 500 guests, but a vacant lot surrounding it could hold 500 or more. The event hall’s glass walls can be opened by folding them, so if there’s a need for more space, we can just open them, just like we do now.

As we enter the event hall, the murmur of attendees and the soft glow of dimmed chandeliers combine to create an aura of expectancy. The environment is embellished with exquisite details that reflect the importance of the occasion, such as elaborate floral arrangements and sparkling crystal accents, my every step is accompanied by the delicate rustle of the elegant fabric, and the guests’ eyes are drawn to us, or me, like moths to a flame.

Whispers of awe and appreciation reverberate throughout the crowd. I enter the room as the center of attention, a bright representation of Luna’s power and beauty, a perfect union of regality and charm. With each step, I move through the sea of well-wishers as the audible excitement in the room amplifies the sound of my heels clicking on the smooth floor. I promise to embrace my job with a sense of purpose that reflects the significance of the evening, as evidenced by the attendees’ expectant smiles and glimmers of recognition during the Luna ceremony. I saw my dad sitting not too far from me, and he looked very happy. We decided not to tell anyone about me being a Greer, so I will have to use Daddy Jay’s surname.

In the midst of the ceremony’s silent awe, Daddy Jay, being the Alpha, enters. He stands in front, commanding attention, his eyes a blend of solemnity and pride. As all eyes are focused on the conversation that will soon take place, the weight of the situation hovers in the air.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Daddy Jay guides me through the oath in a voice that exudes strength. The proclamation and pledge contained in those words bond me to the pack, my duties, and the legacy I am about to uphold as the Luna. My voice carries the weight of previous generations and the hopes of those who look to you for guidance as you recite the solemn vows.

“I, Chastity Mason, stand before my pack and the moon that leads us all with an unshakeable heart and unwavering spirit. As the Luna, I swear allegiance to this pack’s safety and prosperity, forging a relationship that endures tribulations and time.

I promise to steer with discernment and compassion, to uphold the legacy of my forebears, and to pave a strong road for those who will come after me. I look forward to the trials that lie ahead because I know that no matter what happens, I will remain determined.

I promise to promote harmony among our group members, protect the values that bind us, and pay attention to the moon’s humming to help me navigate uncertain situations. With this pledge, I take on the responsibility of leadership while embracing my identity as the Luna and carrying the weight of our pack’s aspirations.”

Everyone claps, and the party continues after my solemn oath. I could feel everyone’s happiness and acceptance of me as their Luna. Now, more than ever, I feel like I really belong.