Bra Fittings

Leila’s Perspective

I retreat to the stockroom under the guise of grabbing some bras in her size, but mostly, I just need a second to clear my head. I pray she didn't notice my shock when I leaned in to measure her.

She has the distinct, underlying scent of a werewolf, but it is incredibly faint. I only picked it up when I was inches away from her skin. The fact that she is just now starting to physically develop is absolutely baffling. She could be a very small fraction wolf by bloodline, but that still wouldn't explain her developing this late. Nineteen is late for a human to start maturing physically, let alone a werewolf, whose healing and growth cycles are usually highly accelerated.

She could potentially be a recently bitten human, although I hadn't noticed a mark on her neck or shoulders. Even so, bite marks take time to fully form and scar, but that still wouldn't explain the delayed puberty.

I need to message the guys. Since she’s nineteen, she's almost certainly a student at the University.

I quickly sort through my inventory, grabbing three styles made out of super-soft fabric. Since she isn't used to the sensation of wearing anything yet, I don't want a material that will chafe or irritate her skin: a simple nude wireless bra, a cute black demi-cup with medium padding and a bit of lace, and a pink racerback with a front closure.

I walk back to the dressing room and hand the hangers to June over the curtain. "Here you go. I'll step outside to let you try them on. I want to see them on you afterward to check the fit and make sure the straps are the right length. Just let me know once you have the first one on."

"Thank you," she says softly, her silhouette moving behind the heavy fabric.

I step away toward the front register, pull out my phone, and immediately open the secure group chat with my brother and the future pack leaders.

**************************SMS: Future Alpha Fenris, Beta Silas, Gamma Valerius, and Leila**********************

Leila: Hey guys, hope I'm not disrupting class. A young lady just came into my shop, and I didn't realize it until I was measuring her, but I think she's an unawakened werewolf. I don't recognize her scent, it’s very faint, and I'm pretty sure she has no idea what I am.

Silas: Thanks for the heads-up, sis. I got a faint whiff of an unfamiliar wolf in my Organic Chemistry class earlier. We’re already looking into it.

Fenris: I caught it too, out on the quad this morning. Can you give us more info? What does she look like?

Leila: Her name is June. She says she’s 19, though honestly, she looks 13. She has raven-black, mid-length straight hair, glasses, and bright green eyes with little flecks of silver in them.

Silas: That definitely sounds like the girl in my class.

Valerius: And it sounds like the girl Bella just complained to me about. She said some "Omega nerd" bumped into her on the sidewalk and that we need to do a better job teaching Omegas their place.

Leila: I don't think she's an Omega. I think her wolf might just be totally dormant or only just now awakening. Have there been any authorized bites lately? I didn't see a mark on her, but they take time to form.

Fenris: Not that I've heard. My father confirmed no border breaches or new additions. Leila, keep us apprised. Silas, since she’s in your class, keep a close eye on her.

Silas: Sure thing. She’s in the lab section I assist with too. Thanks, Sis.

Leila: Will do. Welcome, bro.

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"I think I have this one on right. I'm ready for you to check," June shyly calls out from behind the curtain, interrupting my thoughts.

I lock my phone and slip it into my pocket. "Coming in," I reply, pulling back the edge of the curtain.

She has the black lace demi-cup on. She looks incredibly self-conscious, her arms hovering awkwardly at her sides. I step in, professionally checking the back hooks to ensure the band is level, and adjust the sliders on her shoulders. I nod approvingly.

"Looks like a perfect fit," I tell her, stepping back. "How does it feel?"

"Really comfortable, actually," June says, a dusting of pink rising on her cheeks as she looks at herself in the mirror. "And I like the lace. It's... pretty."

"It looks wonderful on you," I assure her with a warm smile. "Do you want to try on the others, or just take this one for today?"

"I think I'll just take this one for now," she responds, reaching for her T-shirt.

"I'll ring you up at the front, then. Do you want to just wear it out?" I ask.

She nods her head eagerly and hands me her credit card. As I finish processing the transaction and hand her the receipt, I give her a genuine, bright smile. I feel a sudden, protective urge over this strange, sheltered girl.

"Have a nice day, June. Come back anytime, and let me know if you need absolutely anything, okay?"