Big Bad Wolfie

"Try this one."

  Blondie threw me another dress. This one is fire engine red and strapless.

  Ugh, strapless. My worst enemy.

I held it out in front of me. "Ummm, that's cute. Where's the rest of it?"

"Funny. Now shut up and put it on," she responded flatly.

I chuckled. "You think I'm kidding? Where's the bottom half?!"

"Believe me," she shoved it back into my chest, annoyed, "you may have a bit more to cover back there than most, but it's there."

I let out a huff at that but turned to head behind the changing curtain. "I hate all of you," I threw over my shoulder.

Just wanted that fact to be known.

I squeezed into the dress.

Oh my Goddess.

There's no mirror in here, but I don't need one to know there must be a bottom half of this dress that got lost in production or something. Either that, or the company wanted to save money on cloth.

'Cause I have shirts that cover more than this.

  And the completely sheer skirt that starts at my waist and falls down to the floor does not count as 'coverage'.

Not to mention, my air supply is being cut off by how freaking tightly this thing is clinging to me. Things are being squeezed that should not be squeezed.

"Come on! How long does it take to slip on an oversized, over priced tube sock with a curtain around it?" I heard blondie complain.

"Thank you!" I yelled in agreement.

She banged on the wall next to the curtain. "You have three seconds and I'm opening this curtain. So if you're not covered, do it quick." I saw her fingers wrap around the cloth. "3."

"Oh, um, that's not really a good idea."

"2."

"We don't even need to bother showing it, it —"

"1."

No more curtain between me and the rest of the cruel, judgmental world.

Everyone in the room could see the red mini dress that was trying to pass itself as a gown with its floor length, see through train. Along with my exposed shoulders.

I immediately looked to blondie, and the shock was evident on her face. Not too evident, 'cause she's trying to hide it, but still there.

Hm. Guess she underestimated what it actually takes to cover up back there.

  And other things in need of covering.

  I gestured to the too tight dress.

Or kid's red beach towel.

"What? Doesn't it just scream class?" I put my hand on my hip and stuck it out. Probably nearly flashing everyone in the room with the slight movement.

She stayed staring silently. Probably too stunned to respond.

  I decided to help her out. "Next?"

  "Next," she nodded.

I hopped off the platform I was on and took to the racks myself before any of them could get out of shock.

I know exactly where I'm heading. I just have to get there before —

do you think

Well that didn't

walking but Blondie swooped in. "You don't have a say

"Why?" I questioned,

were wearing before, that

Just this blue

"No."

"You didn't even look at it,

pulled me by the arm back to the main area. "Woah! Oh, c'mon.

ignored me and

my eyes and plopped onto a chair

exhausting than I thought it was gonna

me the next dress, and it was the same thing

black and lacy and — thank goodness — will provide a little more coverage. It goes down to the floor with

And the plunge neck

  Also, did she not learn her lesson about strapless dresses from

come out — not so much for decency's sake this time, it was just ugly on me — Blondie got mad and threatened to pull the curtain back. Then did. I ran off in the direction of a dress that I know won't make me

Then, I heard a. . . Growling? coming from the entrance

Well, that's

abruptly, but I definitely heard it. It was deep

found their

His gaze burned holes into the guy holding my arm as he glared

Ohhh, now I

had to fight the urge to

Their alpha cleared his throat swiftly, sending the message loud and clear without even

I was immediately

The smirk got harder

  Haha

semi normal and gave

Then something

grin slipped onto his

eyebrow. Well then. I didn't peg him as

but he still surprised me. The rock hard features on his face are

he was the uptight, no fun type. Always with a straight, hard face, and when he wasn't, he would try and hide it. But no. He'll look you in the eye

he notices how uncomfortable you are with his eyes on

arms over my suddenly very

"I haven't said

to, so

shook his head, the smirk still

at that, he

Cute.

What?

No.

Freaking mate

"How's everything going here?" He asked, switching

"Fine Alpha," she responded with

you've made the

"Um, well

you haven't you'd better hurry. It's

She gasped. "It

I asked, surprised. "Wow, time

problem?" He questioned, ignoring me. "The

we, um. . ." Blondie struggled to reach

they're putting me in is too form fitting. I look like a sausage," I answered for her, a

Wolfie turned to me and chuckled. "You do not look like a

raked over me slower. Looking like he's actually taking

fought to

He made eye contact with me, the

a couch pillow and threw it at him. "So, yeah, a sausage, exactly.

He caught it and set

Boo.

"Alright, enough messing around, you

Blondie nodded.