The Broken Warrior's Daughter

When we get back to the packhouse, it’s time to start getting ready. After showering again, | get dressed in black dress pants and pair it with the black dress shirt with peacock green cuffs, color and trim that | got specifically so it would match Cara’s dress. I’m really hoping she accepts the gift and wears it. If she does, we will look like we dressed as a couple, which is exactly what | want.

After pulling my hair in a man bun and putting on my dress shoes, I’m ready. | head over to my parents‘ room and knock on their door. | learned at an lv age to wait for a response before walking in. Some things a child should never see their parents doing. And once seen, cannot be unseen. | shiver in disgust at the

memory. | hear my mother’s voice, “Come in sweetheart.” | walk in and see my mom putting her nks mom.” 1. in. “Well, don’t you look nice.” She says and | walk to her and kiss her cheek. “Thanks mom.” “Are you ready or should | grab Chase and head over without you?”

My father walks out of their closet buttoning his shirt. “We’re just about ready, but if you want to go without us, we'll be right behind you.”

“Ok, I'll grab Chase and see you there.”

| head down the stairs to the Beta floor and knock on Chase’s door before walking in. | didn’t smell a she—wolf, so | know I’m not walking in on anything. “Hey man, you ready?”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

He’s brushing his hair. “Almost.” He turns and looks at me. “Damn, that’s a good idea.” He grabs a hair tie and pulls his blond hair into a man bun too.

I smirk at him, “Easy is best.” He smirks back, “That's what she said.”

We're laughing as we head down the stairs and my nose is assaulted with the overwhelming scent of rosewater. | look up as | get to the bottom of the stairs. Sheila is standing there in a skin tight fire engine red dress that is so low her tits are about to fall out at the top and so short that you can see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out at the bottom. How did | ever find her attractive? Now, she just disgusts me.

“Sheila, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the party?” | ask as she attempts what | can only assume is supposed to be a sexy walk toward me but +15 BONOS

falls very short of the mark.

She runs her fingers up my chest. “What do you mean? I’m your date, remember?”

| look at her like she is crazy. “What are you talking about?” | ask, and Chase chimes in, “Yeah Sheila, what are you talking about?”

She gives me a look like I’ve got two heads. “Yesterday at school. | said we should get together today for your birthday.” | can feel my brows drawing together. “When was this? And did | answer?”

“We were talking yesterday morning and when | asked you said ‘Sure*.” The smile, that I’m assuming is supposed to be sexy, is back. “So, here | am so we can go together. And luckily we match.”

I'm about to blow a gasket, when Chase steps in. “Alpha doesn’t want to have any one make assumptions about him having a date tonight since he might meet his mate, being 18 now. But if you need a ride, you’re welcome to come with us.”

I give a look and he shrugs. “She squeals and jumps up and down, and | have to admit | was in a trance waiting to see if her tits would pop out. Surprisingly, they didn’t.”

We walk out to one of the waiting limos and Chase opens the door for Sheila and whispers as | go to get in, “We should start a pool to see if those tits fall out of that dress tonight.”

“All you man, | have other plans for tonight.”

“No worries.” He says as he claps me on the shoulder. “I’m always willing to be your wingman.”

When we arrive at the club that my mother rented out for the night, Sheila puts herself in between Chase and |, putting her arms through each of ours, effectively walking in on both our arms. As soon as we walk in the door, | disengage myself from her and head to the bar. 1

I'm thankful for small favors that Cara hasn’t arrived yet and didn’t see my entrance. +15 BONOS