HER THREE MATES
I want to dance my heart out, and I don't need some colored sweat dripping on me.
I complete my look with a blue jump short and flat boots. I pick my black leather jacket and I place my phone in the pocket closing the zipper.
“I am ready now, Zama.” I say as I style my
blonde hair in a messy burn. For some reason, I don't want to look dashing as I always do.
“Are you serious, Ruby?” She asks, eying my clothes.
“That simple? It's the Alpha's party, for goodness' sake.”