In love with my StepSon

Melissa

I have loved Kelan since I was a five-year-old girl who stood crying at the ice cream booth, as the vendor had just sold the last vanilla cone to the Alpha's son. I remembered looking at the boy with envy until he walked over and handed the cone to me without a second thought. That was the moment we became inseparable, and our parents began teasing about a wedding that would unite our families and secure the pack's future.

Those plans were the only thing that kept me going after the fatal accident that took my parents' lives during my junior year of school. I went from being a socialite daughter of the pack to living hand to mouth with my Aunt Leyla, who was married to the pack's omega.

I had to learn how to survive without the luxury I was born into, but I blended in nicely because I had my best friend Kelan by my side.

Today was June sixteenth, and it marked my eighteenth birthday, the day I might finally find out if Kelan felt the same way I always had. I tried not to let my hopes get too high, but every little thing felt like a sign.

"Wear the blue one, Melissa. Blue suits you very well," Cindy suggested through the video call as she inspected the options I held up to the camera.

"Oh no, girl! I prefer the red one," I countered as I tossed the blue dress onto the bed and held the silk red dress against my body. "With red nail polish and red lipstick, it is going to make me look hot."

Cindy laughed over the phone as I slipped into the red dress and turned to show her the fit.

As I twirled in front of the camera, I thought I heard Cindy murmur something under her breath, almost too quiet to catch.

"What did you just say?" I asked, tilting my head, unsure if I imagined it. She smiled and shrugged. "You... look gorgeous," she said louder, like it was nothing.

"What do you think? These heels?" I asked her as I smoothed the fabric down my hips.

"You look amazing, but you should use black heels and a black purse," she advised me while applying her own makeup on the other side of the screen. "A pair of stilettos would be better."

"No, not the stilettos. I don't want to wear anything that Kelan bought me," I rejected the idea as I moved to my shoe rack. "I don't want him to think he bought my whole wardrobe, and especially not on this day."

"Well suit yourself," Cindy sighed as she went back to blending her foundation.

My phone began to ring again, and I saw Kelan's name flashing on the screen.

"I will call you back," I told Cindy and immediately ended the call so I could answer him.

"Hey babe," Kelan greeted me the moment the connection clicked.

"Hey boo," I replied with