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A book I had chosen to help me learn more about the Bloodhounds Pack. She is so sweet, lively, and blissfully unaware of the deadly gravity of my situation this morning. "Aunt Layla, you should wear this blue dress.” She speaks up suddenly as she drops the book on the bed and lifts up a blue bodycon dress having a thigh slit and sleeves made of golden chain links in her tiny hands. "It will make you look like a queen." "A queen, huh?" I force a smile. My voice wavers slightly despite my attempt to sound playful. "What makes you think that?”

“And let me remind all of you of something.” She pointed at my outfit. “The outfit she’s wearing, as simple as it looks, is probably worth more than all of your clothes right now, combined! They are custom pieces from top-tier designers made for her comfort. All courtesy of Alpha Craig.” Keegan’s face darkens. His jaws and fist clenches, but my focus right now is on my clothes. I look down at it like I am floating. “What?” I ask silently while trying to focus and keep myself composed, not acting as if I’m on fire and changing my clothes in an instant.

He commands, looking down at me before leaving me to dress. I huff in annoyance and begin to dress. I grumbled now and then about how bossy he was, how heartless he was, and how I didn't know what to wear cause I had no clue where we were going. I finally decide upon black leather pants and a corset satin spaghetti top which exposed my cleavage. Alexander was going to talk. He's going to talk about how exposing my shirt was and how my pants are going to draw attention from wherever we're going. I know he would, that's why I proceeded to put on ankle boots before walking out of the closet, without changing my outfit.

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

It’s a specialty store that sells stripper outfits for both men and women. As soon as they got in, Jada found the outfit she was thinking of wearing. A glitter sheer mesh jumpsuit. “Girl, no need to try it on!” Ada exclaimed, obviously excited. “I know, right?” She responded as she walked over to the counter. “Byotch, you need footwear to go with that,” Bambi reminded her then he showed her a pair of 6-inch mesh platforms. Checking the size, Jada took it from him and placed it on the counter as well, “Perfect,” she muttered as the cashier ran her items for checkout.

We paid the tab and headed back up to the rooms, my Alpha wolf already pacing restlessly beneath my skin, eager to see Brian dressed up and vulnerable like I had been. When we got inside my room, I opened my suitcase and laid out several of my favorite outfits across the bed: various colors of sheer lace panties and bras, stockings, garter belts, two tiny plaid skirts, a tight black babydoll, and a soft pink lace teddy. Brian’s eyes widened as he looked over everything. I could see the same mix of nervousness and arousal I had felt the night before. “Damn…” he breathed. “You really went all out.” I grinned, my wolf growling low with anticipation. “Go ahead. Pick whatever catches your eye.”

I replied shyly. Ate Aika stopped walking and looked at me from head to toe. I was wearing a simple shirt and capri pants, while most of the other girls were in beach outfits—bikinis, see-throughs, shorts, and various other revealing clothing. Ate Aika, now in denim shorts and a sexy blouse, examined me closely. "Isn't your outfit a bit warm?" she curiously asked. "P-Pardon? Uh... no, it's not. I'm comfortable in this outfit—"

**** If you're liking the book, please vote and follow me. Applying my lip balm I was checking myself in the mirror. I'm wearing my black See-through mesh crop top with black skinny jeans My hair was naturally straight I put it down. Earlier beth called me, She asked me to come over for shopping and dinner. I was free so, I said oka. Now here I am getting ready to go. I heard a knock on the door I know its beth so I took my shoes and ran towards the door.

I wanted to feel like the girl who worked herself sick for weeks over drawings and dialogue and sleepless nights deserved to celebrate something. So after like fifteen minutes of overthinking every single outfit in existence, I finally settled on a soft cream fitted top and a black pleated skirt with knee high boots that made me feel good and sexy and slightly like the villainess in one of my own yet to be written stories. “Okay,” I whispered to myself while staring at the outfit laid neatly on the bench. “Cute.” And then my towel suddenly loosened. I barely had enough time to gasp before the stupid thing dropped straight to the floor around my ankles.

I just wanted to be sure, maybe someone suddenly came in after Prince Dern. I took the dress Prince Nesh had given me. I looked at it, it was like the ones I saw in the drama's I was watching. It is the outfit of people on horseback. Fitted faded blue jeans and white long sleeves. Its fabric is similar to the hanbok I wear. I immediately changed and put my hanbok aside. There are other outfits like this, but I don't know how to ride a horse. I also wore brown combat boots also provided by Prince Nesh. The nice thing is, the construction looks solid. I stare at the large mirror on the side of the cabinet. I looked at my totality. My curly hair is loose up to my shoulders. I even let a few str