“I’m going clubbing,” she told him.
“Not dressed like that you’re not.” He grated out.
Ori looked down at her dress. She was actually pretty well covered and wore less when training and way less when swimming. “Why not?” she asked, “I’m going to get me a boyfriend.” she shot at them all over there. “I’m 18 and allowed now, even got me the Alpha’s permission. I believe his words, father, were ‘go do what all 18-year-old girls do,” she smiled at him, “so, I’m going to do just that.” She watched his eyes move to Roman, who she saw sigh now himself.
Yes, not once had she rebelled against anything in all her life, always been ‘the good daughter, well-mannered and followed all the rules, demands and orders, tests. But she was still a teenager, barely 18 at that. She’d always shaken her head at those girls who went around the pack rebelling at everything.
Became spoiled little brats, with attitudes to match, girls that were out of control. She just hadn’t understood it, till this very minute. Well, now she was one of those girls, she turned and walked out of the packhouse. Her father, well he could blame his Alpha for her attitude, but really, it was all their doing.
That plotting behind her back, to get rid of her and step up her brother. She was likely to lose her position on her own, the minute the news that she was…shut that thought off. She would tell Slade, and they’d have a six-hour drive to discuss what they were going to do about it. She heard both Palmer and Yuri being called by their own fathers and continued on without them. She didn’t need chaperones anyway.
Slade was in for a hell of a shock when she picked him up, and she could well imagine the dead silence and then denial. It was, what it was, and it was too late now. They’d likely both screwed up their own lives. In just a few drunken hours was all.
What their families would do about it? She didn’t know. She wasn’t his Mate, and she knew she didn’t want to be tied down at 18. It was likely the two of them would just become single parents, and share the raising of their child. She let it go, had to stop thinking about it. This was her night out to not think about anything.
Ori strolled into that pack’s nightclub at 11pm, stepped out onto the dance floor and stayed there dancing until two in the morning, before returning to her room. She’d been up since 5am, she was exhausted.
She didn’t even get up when her alarm went off at 5am like normal, just turned it off and went right back to sleep. She didn’t need to get up for training, until… Ah, not at all anymore, nope, with pregnancy there were rules, none were allowed to train, so no more early mornings for her, no more long hours of training. She didn’t even have classes to do at this time. She could in fact just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing for the next two weeks.
Well, at least by then she should have figured out what to tell Slade. She sighed that was not going to be a comfortable trip home, considering he’d been trying to figure out if they’d slept together or not on the way there. Well, this she supposed would answer his questions, with a resounding yes.
She found herself in a group chat along with Palmer and Yuri that afternoon, as well as Slade himself. Palmer had opened it, wanted to know how Slade was doing and get some pictures of how it was there at Alpha College.
The timing she thought was too convenient, likely they’d had a meeting with their Alpha and his Unit, about how her own father had seen a difference in her. One that he clearly didn’t like, and was trying to pull her back into line, by having her chat with the three of them. Like they always did, she did normally listen to Slade, but her father didn’t know, she knew there was no point anymore.
She sighed, the damned thing dinged every few minutes, and she was getting more annoyed by the minute. She picked it up after an hour and blinked at the pictures there being sent from Slade.
Slade had sent quite a few of him and the new friends he’d made, his dorm room, none of the grounds that wasn’t allowed, apparently. It was one of the rules, and it didn’t really surprise her that much, she’d seen it anyway.
‘Can you lot shut up, I’m trying to study.’ she typed into that group text.
It dinged in less than 10 seconds ‘hungover more like it’ Palmer wrote.
‘Did we wake you, you got in at like 2am, I hear.’ Yuri added.
She rolled her eyes, like Zamt, so she was being watched. How do you know what time i got
Your brother mentioned how mad your dad was this morning Yuri responded.
On rolled her eyes and tossed that phone away. Of course, he had her watched. He was likely looking to see her being irresponsible and have a legitimate reason to remove her from her position, as the actual future heir to the Beta line, before Slade could do it.
It didn’t seem to matter to anyone how much she actually wanted it, trained for it, or had earned it, only what their thoughts on her being a female Beta were, what they thought it meant for the pack in the future.
Slade
Ori was apparently out of control and actually dressing ‘like a girl’, and her attitude was completely different. He saw her in the photo he’d just gotten from her father, via a text message. It was followed by a text that read ‘I need your help.’ Had been the only line under the picture of Ori.
In the photo she was all dressed up, she had her hair out and all curled at the ends and was wearing make-up, she was also wearing a green figure-hugging dress that only went to her high thigh area. Slade had actually smiled at the photo when he’d seen it, she looked hot, and he was willing to bet she knew it. Dressing like that on purpose, to tick her own father off, he imagined.
The girl was always in control and now, she had just let loose for the first time ever. She was all smiles in that photo too, dancing on the dance floor in their pack’s nightclub. There was even a timestamp, 0053.
‘My Beta is finally having some fun, I see. Lol.’ He’d sent back after a moment; Slade honestly didn’t see a problem with it.
‘She’s out of control Slade, dressing differently, talking back, and she left the pack without telling anyone… came back, like that’ Was the response from Anders.
‘It’s fine, she’s just letting her hair down. Leave her alone, Anders.’ He replied and smiled at the picture again, clicked it open and really looked at it. She looked really happy in that picture.
Though he didn’t like the way that wolf behind her had his hands on her hips, she looked amazing, and he didn’t blame the man. Ori’s hands, however, were up in her hair and she was clearly dancing away, actually laughing in the photo, just drinking and dancing, having a good time.
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