51: Blood Pact

Alexa “Tomorrow?” My forehead furrowed.  “Yes, tomorrow. Is there a problem?” he asked with a low growl.  I considered the things that could happen by tomorrow. Even though Mythril seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea.  “Aren’t you rushing things? I haven’t even had the chance to sleep in this room again,” I said as my hand opened the three-door white wardrobe.  The wardrobe was now filled with clothes I had never seen or worn before. They were smaller than my size, so I assumed they all actually belonged to Lorraine. Expensive dresses, thick warm sweaters, and bags in various colors seemed like props meant only to please the Alpha. There was nothing I could wear.  “For what? Besides, if we get married, you won’t be staying here anymore,” Gabriel shrugged.  “What about Harlow? And Jack?” I asked as I closed the wardrobe door. I examined my horrible appearance in the mirror. My hair tangled, dark spot of dirt, and oily face looked back at me with a scrunch on my nose.  ‘Oh, my Godde