Chapter 3)Trophy On Your Arm

We reached the Main House/Master House/whatever you want to call it and headed towards my uncle and aunts office.

"So, one of the things we had to discuss," he started. He leaned in and tightened his grip while somehow keeping his pace.

He got nice and close to my face. I usually despised entirely but only found mildly uncomfortable because of our "exceptional circumstances. "

But, just like all the other people that get all up in my business, I want to eat his face off.

. . . Just in a different way.

Disclaimer: I dont go eating peoples faces off. Thats gross.

Anyway, he leaned down and said loudly and clearly, "Youre coming with me to the Leadership Gala tomorrow night," not leaving any room for discussion.

Well, okay then.

It doesnt make much difference to me. I had plans to go anyway.

Not for the wine or art, but for the dancing portion they always have, and most importantly, the company.

I slow clapped. "Ah, brilliant. Wearing the enemy on your arm like a trophy. How —"

"Strategic," He finished for me, with a. Is that a ghost of a smirk?

A little cocky, are we?

Noted.

"I was going to say typical, but whatever floats your boat."

He rolled his eyes and let out a disapproving grunt, "Whatever."

Then, he suddenly switched and put on a weird face. "But dont consider us enemies." He took his hand off my neck and draped it over my shoulder.

Um. . .

. . . I cant decide whether I want to cuddle into him or rip his arm off. So I just stiffened.

"Were all one pack now, and Im responsible for everyones well-being," He finished. "That includes you and your house."

"Well, isnt that sweet of you to consider," I rolled my eyes.

He gave a swift nod. "It is." He turned to look me in the eye. "Things could have been a lot worse," he remarked darkly.

"They could have also been a lot better," was my blunt response.

"Yknow, you guys are lucky —"

"I know, right. We got a softy for an invader," I let out a half-smirk, just to spite him.

"No, Im not!" He exclaimed. "Im willing to do whatever I need to," he barked, trying to sound threatening.

"Of course you are. Youre willing to do what all your douchebag allies expect you to, to gain all of your power," I agreed. "Another reason I wont be thanking you. With that plan, things will go to crap eventually."

I paused.

"But, Im going to go out on a limb and say youd never do it on your own," I finished.

Silence.

"What do you know?" He shot back aggressively.

I didnt respond, but I know my reasoning.

I know my whole house is still alive. I know he let my cowardly aunt and uncle walk. If he werent a softy. . . That wouldnt be the case.

The conversation ended there.

We turned down the hall with my aunt and uncles office on it, and I was expecting to go to the end, but we made a sudden left. The @ss hole practically threw me into the middle of the room we turned into.

"Get some rest. Youve got quite a day tomorrow," Wolfie instructed shortly. He immediately turned and started heading for the door.

"Sleep tight," he threw over his shoulder mockingly as he slammed it shut.

Click.

That was the lock.

Im locked in.

Of course, Im locked in. What am I? Is captain obvious?

I looked around the room. Its been completely gutted, other than a small mattress on top of the metal "bed. " Accompanied by a thin blanket and pillow with a spiderman pillowcase over it. Which I have no idea where they found. Unless they brought it themselves?

I dont know; its just a random thing.

I laid down on it and looked out the bolted shut window. Two thoughts linger in my mind.

I am not getting any sleep tonight.

. . . What the h3ll is going to happen to my house?

~*~*~*~

"Hey."

"Hey!"

"Hello!"

"WAKE UP!"

"Five more minutes," I mumbled at the disembodied voice. "Im sleeping."

"Yeah, I can see that. Now get up! There is work to be done!"

Uuggghhh.

"Oh. . . Yeah. . . Its you, people," I scowled, opening one eye.

Standing impatiently at the foot of the twin bed I "slept" in last night, I found a blond woman dressed in black jeggings and a matching button-up shirt.

She does not look happy.

"Come on! Get up. I dont want to have to call the alpha."

I didnt move.

She narrowed her eyes and let out a huff. "Fine, if thats how you wanna play it."

Wha—.. Oh! Im supposed to be afraid of that, okay.

"Wait, no. Im moving," I called groggily.

She stopped and turned around. "Good."

I moved at a snails pace, letting my sore joints get used to movement again.

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, guys," she looked to two men that I swear couldnt have been there before. . . Or maybe they could have. My senses arent the most reliable after a nap.

Especially a crappy one.

They came towards me and grabbed my arms.

Whyd they waited till now to do this? Why not while I was asleep? I would have just let them carry me to wherever they needed me to go.

"Alright, alright. Calm your chiz. Im fully capable of walking," I shooed their hands away while standing.

The woman gave a curt nod then came closer to me until she was inches from my face. "Dont do anything stupid," She cut right to the chase.

I grinned innocently. "Wouldnt dream of it."

"Was that supposed to be sarcasm?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged innocently. "I dont know. What do you think?"

She just shook her head and said nothing.

Instead of responding, she twirled around on her heel and started heading for the door. She knocked on it. "Open up!"

Well, shes not putting up with my crap.

There was the unlocking sound; then, two werewolves opened the door from the other side—both warriors. One man looks to be in his 30s, a broad-set guy. And the other is a younger woman. Maybe mid 20s. I dont know what it is about her, but she looks like shes seen a lot.

Im flattered.

Ive got two lousy a$s looking guards outside my locked door to make sure I dont slip away at night and wreak havoc.

I mean, three would probably be a better call, but for people that havent seen what Im capable of, theyre being pretty open-minded about what my house and I can do.

Which is all you can ask of invaders.

Other than, yknow, get the frick out of my territory. But, you take what you can get.

Until you can take what you want.

Then youre in business.

But since that hasnt happened yet, Im stuck doing what I can with the cards they deal me.

And I kept that in mind while being steered throughout the hallways of my own home.

Again.

"Where are we even going?" I questioned, looking around with furrowed eyebrows.

"To get you are looking decent for the Gala tonight. The alpha doesnt want to be embarrassed in front of the most influential people in the region," the blond she-wolf explained.

My eyebrows drew together even more. "What? Thats what were doing? THATS what you woke me up early for?!" I exclaimed. "Its not going to take all day."

She scrunched up her nose and gave me a once-over. "Yes, it will."

I mentally scoffed.

"Ouch," I replied flatly.

She shrugged, and we kept walking.

I looked around.

One of the warriors ushered me in our new direction.

I shook my head.

This should be fun.

"Yknow, the Master wardrobe for special occasions is that way," I pointed in the opposite direction were heading.

They froze and silently turned the way I was pointing.

My hand fell, and I rolled my eyes.

You have got to be kidding me.