“Show me how to put these on.” I pick up the scraps of lace and wipe my face with the back of my hand, pulling myself together with some kind of a plan. Be it a haphazard one. It’s a step to stop hating on him and start encouraging him to find his own spine, like Meadow said.
Your mate is meant to help you grow, and up until now, he’s the only one doing anything like that. It’s my turn to help Colton find his own strengths.
“Now you’re talking. Seduction,
Chica, is a tried and tested weapon that no man is capable of denying for any length of time when it’s from the woman he already loves. Ignore Carmen, her time has passed, and she broke his trust. She brought shame to our pack when she slept with TJ. Colton can never be bonded to her.”
I inhale sharply, that name registering as I run through my memory bank and stop on a face to go with it. I know who he is, and I can see why Colton’s remaining feelings for Carmen died a death. TJ is Colton’s own first cousin, his direct blood, and was raised as a brother to him, literally. He’s Juan’s younger brother’s son and at twenty-eight, he’s an alpha to another sub pack. He’s always had a subtle sibling rivalry to Colton, and I guess he saw an opportunity for the upper hand. That had to have stung and wounded Colton so deeply.
I now know why Colton never named and shamed and made their betrayal public. Juan would never allow him to bring a black mark to his own bloodline like that, and his insistence to still mark Carmen as Colton’s mate is proof, he’s trying to act like it didn’t happen. He’s denying our own laws to suit his own purpose. He would rather see his son bonded to someone who shamed his own pack than see him bonded to me.
Screw you, Juan.
If learning to seduce Colton puts him in a place to defy him then I’m throwing myself in and not coming back out until it’s done. That boy is mine and I have all kinds of pull to make him beat to the march of my drum, a strong loud thrum that will drown out Juan’s tenfold.
Bring it on Santo.
A Plan
Meadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in her mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She’s bossy but there’s something likeable about her and I’m fast warming to her pushy personality.
She’s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek, combed until it’s glossy and pulled up into a high ponytail that she said made my waves come together to an almost ringlet at the back. She’s blushed, pinched, dabbed, and painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra oomph in her breast department.
Skintight soft denim jeans, paired with a fitted white tank with a low-cut V. I’m all cleavage I never knew I had, a booty I feel is way out on show from sculpted pants and I’m pulling on the soft mauve velvet hoody she told me to leave open. My feet in crisp white sneakers. because we’re going for the ‘casual and didn’t try too hard’ look, and she’s thrown some silver hoops in my ears, with a simple dainty necklace holding a tiny green crystal she said was the color of my eyes.
Honesty, I spent my life dressing in shapeless or loose clothing to feel comfortable and not to draw attention, and now I feel like I have way too much on show. and a bit too dressed up for a wolf pack meeting in their communal. I know Colton has seen me naked after turning, but this feels more exposed somehow. Maybe because I rarely wear makeup and what’s done feels strange on my skin, my lids heavier with the lashings of a mascara.
Everything is perked and propped up, held in tight fabrics that enhance my curves and I wish I could see it for myself to tell how bad or good it is. For all I know I look like a clown. But no, I only busted every damn mirror in this mansion some hours ago and can only go by Meadows reaction, which seems to be positive.
“I would bang you,
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