Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 5: 4 - Post Invasion (Navy) Blues

"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 —

"Hey, where do you think you're going?!"

Well that didn't last long.

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

"Why?" I questioned, frowning.

"Because, judging by what you were wearing before, that would be a serious mistake."

"Oh, c'mon. Just this blue dress." I grabbed onto it.

"No."

"You didn't even look at it, just —"

The male warrior came over and pulled me by the arm back to the main area. "Woah! Oh, c'mon. Ah.

Oof. Okay! You don't have to be so rough," I narrowed my eyes at him.

He ignored me and sat back down.

I rolled my eyes and plopped onto a chair too.

This is more exhausting than I thought it was gonna be.

Blondie threw me the next dress, and it was the same thing all over again.

Except this time it was black and lacy and — thank goodness — will provide a little more coverage. It

goes down to the floor with a slit to my mid thigh. The lace covers the whole dress and it's back is

sheer. A big no-no.

And the plunge neck line is a little much.

Also, did she not learn her lesson about strapless dresses from the last one?

The same ordeal followed. Went in, didn't want to 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 look like a sausage in its wrapping. (Why is

everything they're giving me so form fitting?!) Warrior came over and dragged me back.

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

Well, that's new.

It was short and cut off abruptly, but I definitely heard it. It was deep and dark and made something

churn inside me.

I turned to see the origins of it and found their alpha/my mate/holy crap I don't even know his name,

standing there.

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

Ohhh, now I know what's going on here.

I had to fight the urge to smirk.

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

I was immediately released.

The smirk got harder to suppress.

Haha

He went back to semi normal and gave me a once over.

Then something unexpected happened.

A boyish grin slipped onto his face.

I raised an eyebrow. Well then. I didn't peg him as the type to grin adorably.

Now mind you, It's not for the ideal reason, but he still surprised me. The rock hard features on his face

are softer now.

I thought 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 and smirk boyishly.

He also grins mockingly when he notices how uncomfortable you are with his eyes on you.

"Shut up," I crossed my arms over my suddenly very bare feeling chest.

"I haven't said anything," he chuckled.

"Yeah well, I know you want to, so just shut up," I repeated kind of childishly.

He shook his head, the smirk still there.

Well would you look at that, he actually looks like a kid when he does that.

Cute.

What?

No.

Freaking mate bond.

"How's everything going here?" He asked, switching his attention to blondie.

"Fine Alpha," she responded with a nod.

"So you've made the decision?"

"Um, well —"

"'Cause if you haven't you'd better hurry. It's already," he checked his watch. "Twelve in the afternoon."

She gasped. "It is?!"

"It is?" I asked, surprised. "Wow, time flies when you hate what you're doing."

"Yes, it is, so what's the problem?" He questioned, ignoring me. "The event starts at 5, and you need to

be ready by at least 3.

"Oh, we, um. . ." Blondie struggled to reach for the right thing to say.

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

frown on my face.

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

He tilted his head as his eyes raked over me slower. Looking like he's actually taking it into

consideration.

I fought to keep from fidgeting.

"You look like a. . ." He made eye contact with me, the smallest of grins coming back on, ". . . Snack."

I picked up a couch pillow and threw it at him. "So, yeah, a sausage, exactly. Thanks so much."

He caught it and set it down.

Boo. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Alright, enough messing around, you need to get this figured out."

Blondie nodded.

There was a moment where nobody moved.

"Now!" Their alpha shooed them off.

Blondie's eyes widened and she was off in the racks before the other two even realized what was going

on.

"Oh," both warriors jumped out of their chairs.

Their alpha chuckled. "Claire, always a little slow to connect the dots." he said to the female warrior. "I

think you're contaminating Bruno," he quipped lightheartedly.

"Very funny," she rolled her eyes with a small chuckle and headed to the racks.

"Hardy har har," Bruno, I believe his name was, mock laughed and followed after Claire.

Neither of them got very far though. Blondie was already back and putting whatever insane new outfit I

have to try on into the changing room.

I sighed. Great.

"Got the new dress," Blondie smiled tightly when she came over.

Bruno and Claire let out a laugh and sat back down.

They have souls too!

"Good," Wolfie nodded curtly before heading back out the door.

Blondie started steering me back towards the changing room.

"Wait!" I yelled. "What's your name?" I asked, craning my neck to look at their alpha.

"Call me alpha," he called back. I couldn't see his expression with his back turned to me but I'm sure it

was infuriating. He knows I didn't want that answer.

I glared at him, and he just looked back at me with that freaking know-it-all grin.

We stayed like this for a bit, Blondie struggling to get me to move in the background.

"Alpha Jason," he finally let on, turning back around and walking off.

I grinned victoriously. "Bye Jason!" I called as the door closed and Blondie managed to shove me into

the cubicle.

I scrunched up my nose. "I like alpha Jason better than invader Jason," I commented to the others from

behind the curtain.

"What are you talking about? They're the same person." Blondie answered. I can imagine her rolling

her eyes.

I snorted, "believe me, they're not. You're alpha seems like a good leader. My invader is an invader," I

stated in contradiction.

A pause.

"Yeah well, if you all play your cards right, it won't be that way for long," she replied.

Oh, no doubt there. I'll make sure of it.

"Now just hurry up and get ready!"

I sighed and started turning to the wall with the dress. "Oh this should be fun —"

. . . The dress.

The blue one I showed her.

I took it in my hands.

A smile started growing on my face at the sight.

That deep navy blue. Beautiful. And soft fabric cut in a fit and flare that flows when whoever where's it

moves. So simple yet elegant. Just my style.

Just kidding. The word "elegant" doesn't belong anywhere near me.

But perfect for any occasion nonetheless.

That's what she always said.

And I agree 100%.

The hem rests all the way to the floor, and there's a slit running up to my thigh. The top is also

decorated in stunning lace with long and beautiful sleeves.

And luckily enough, it's the perfect thing to wear to this gala.

Yay.

. . . Lucky.