Chapters
Skyla’s POV
Time to Get Ready for the Shifting Night
As I slowly made my way back to my room, a thought crossed my mind–I was going to show that sorry excuse of a mate exactly what he was missing. But there was one problem: I had nothing to wear that screamed badass she–wolf.
The moment I opened my door, I was met with excited squeals.
It was Alexia–my best friend–and my other closest friends whom I usually only get to see when I visit my grandparents at the Silvermoon Pack. I squealed in delight, “Alexia! Savannah! Veronica! Eliza! What are you doing in my room?”
The triplets–daughters of Alpha Mason and Luna Kat–grinned and shouted in unison, “W about to turn you into a bad bitch!”
I couldn’t help the massive smile that spread across my face.
In my head, I whispered, Watch yourself, Cassian. You won’t know what hit you.
First, I soaked in a relaxing bubble bath in the ensuite jacuzzi tub.
After that, Alexia worked her magic straightening my natural, kinky ginger hair until it flowed smoothly down my back. Savannah took over to do my nails, while Eliza pampered my toes. Now, Veronica was finishing up my makeup–or a “face beat,” as they liked to call it.
I rarely wore makeup, so they refused to let me look until everything was done.
!
When Veronica was finally finished, they guided me to my bed–still not letting me peek at the final look in the mirror. On the bed sat a box, a diamond bracelet, and a single yellow rose–my favorite flower, and clearly from my Dad.
–Attached was a handwritten note:
“Princess, knowing you as I do, I figured you didn’t give much thought to what you’d wear tonight. So I sent the girls to pick out a dress for you. You’re already beautiful, but tonight, that beauty will shine even brighter. And I hope you’ll come to see just how special you truly are.
Love,
Dad.”
When I opened the box, I could hardly believe my eyes.
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Inside was the most stunning black dress I had ever seen–perfect for tonight’s all–black affair. The girls helped me slip into it, and it fit like it was made just for me. It hugged every curve just
right.
It was a halter–style dress, low–cut but not too revealing–just enough to tease with a bit of cleavage from my C cups. The slit hit mid–thigh, and the open back dipped low enough to reveal a secret: the purple butterfly tattoo just above my butt, the one no one knew about. Alexia and I had gotten it during a secret trip to the tattoo parlor.
My friends completed the look with dangling diamond earrings, the bracelet from my dad, and my peep–toe red–bottom heels.
For the finishing touches, they spritzed me with a little Jimmy Choo, I Want Choo Forever.
When they finally turned me to face the full–length mirror, I was stunned.
The woman staring back at me was fire–undeniably hot. And I knew it.
I was HOT and I knew it.
The girls were already ready and it was time to show all of them that mistreated me that I am one fine ass she–wolf.
The boys will want me and the bitches will want to be me.
