Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

The guests were enjoying themselves, sipping on the thick, red wine and chatting away. The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, and the room was adorned with twinkling lights and colorful decorations.

As for Fir , he was seated in the VIP area, observing the lively scene before him. His eyes scanned the room, taking note of the various beautiful women who were dancing and socializing. However, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the thick red wine, as if he senses something off about it.

"Why are they drinking a different type of wine ?" He muttered to himself as he compared the wine that he was drinking.

Suddenly, Evangeline's voice brought him back to the present

"Do you want to dance with anyone?" she asked with a knowing smile.

Fir felt his cheeks flush as he looked down, momentarily embarrassed.

"I...I don't know," he stammered. "I don't want to cause any trouble."

Evangeline chuckled softly as she never expected his big brother to be this shy towards women after all his daily orgies with her maids.

"Don't worry about that . Everyone here is friendly, and we're all here to celebrate. Why don't you go and ask one of the lovely ladies to dance?"

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, slowly standing up from his seat. As he made his way to the dance floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with increasing lust.The music was upbeat and lively, and the women on the dance floor were graceful and alluring .

He approached a beautiful young woman with long, flowing brown hair and asked her to dance. She smiled and took his hand, leading him into a lively dance.

As they moved gracefully across the floor, the sound of a waltz filled the room, echoing off the high ceilings and walls. Fir held the woman close, his hand resting on her back as they swayed in time with the music.

The woman in his arms was stunning, her black dress flowing around her as they moved in perfect rhythm to the waltz. He felt a sense of deja vu, as if he had danced this dance before, but he couldn't recall any memories of it.

As they danced, he found himself drawn to the woman's sweet smile and the way her body moved with the music.

"What's your name?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off her.

"Isabella, my name is Isabella" she replied, her voice soft and melodic. She repeated it twice, as if afraid that he would forget her name in the midst of the celebration.

"You look beautiful tonight, Isabella" he complimented her.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and gentle. But there was something off with her expression.

Isabella's past was haunting, and her eyes revealed the pain she had been through. She was a young girl during the World War 2, when chaos and destruction reigned the world. She had lost her parents in the war, and was left alone to fend for herself. But fate had other plans for her, and she was taken captive by a group of perverted men who had their way with her. She was forced to please them to survive, and her beauty only made her a target.

Weeks passed by, and she lost hope of ever being saved from the brutality of war. But then, like an angel, Evangeline appeared and rescued her from the military camp. She was hesitant at first, but Evangeline's kind words and gentle touch slowly healed her wounded soul. She gave her a new life, and Isabella couldn't be more grateful.

But even with a new life, she still struggled with the trauma of her past. The memories were still vivid in her mind, and she often felt guilty for her own beauty. But with Evangeline's love and care, she slowly learned to love herself again and embrace her beauty.

Evangeline's gaze flickered over to them, watching as they moved gracefully on the dance floor. A smile tugged at her lips as she sipped her wine, the deep red thick liquid matching the color of the string of fate she saw between the two.

"I knew you would choose her," she chuckled softly to herself, knowing that the universe had a way of bringing certain people together. She took another sip of wine, savoring the taste on her tongue.

As she watched them dance, memories of Isabella flooded her mind. She remembered the young girl's haunted expression and the pain in her eyes as she told Evangeline about the horrors she endured during the war. But now, seeing her beautiful smile and joy in her new life, Evangeline knew it was worth it.

"I saved you for moments like this," she murmured, her eyes never leaving them as they twirled across the dance floor.

The night rolled on, and Fir found himself deep in conversation with Isabella at their table. Her soft voice and delicate features had captivated him, and he felt drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.

Suddenly, Evangeline leaned in to whisper something in Isabella's ear, her eyes glinting mischievously. Before Fir knew it, Isabella had taken his hand and was leading him away from the festivities.

As they slipped out of the party, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He was eager to see where this unexpected turn of events would lead.

Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, Evangeline's eyes were glowing with a strange intensity. Without warning, the waiters began to strip off their clothes, revealing their pale and flawless skin .

The guests looked excited as the waiters and waitresses surrendered themselves to the ravenous crowd, offering up their bodies for feeding. The air was thick with the scent of blood and lust, and Evangeline's laughter echoed through the room.

"Enjoy yourselves," she purred, her eyes glittering with wicked delight. And with that, the true festivities of her birthday party began.