Warring Twin Wolves

Chapter Eleven

Gabby’s POV:

          I was upstairs getting ready, when my friend, Tessa, came in.  She’s been sticking close to me ever since the rejection.  I keep telling her I’m fine, I don’t know what she thinks I am going to do.  I love her for caring, but everybody needs to give me space rather than crowding me all the time.  At least she doesn’t feel like she needs to talk all the time.  We can sit in comfortable silence for a little while reading until her body can’t stand it anymore, and she wants to bounce around doing something else.  She has cleaned my room a bunch of times, not because I asked her to, but because she is trying to find an outlet for her energy.  

          She tried to get me out for a run this morning.  I glared at her.  Her eyes had opened wide and she had put her hands over her mouth, and in a strained voice, had said, “Oh, Gabby, I am so sorry, I was just trying to come up with ways to make you feel relaxed and take your mind off everything”.  I gave her a slight smile and told her, “I know, Tessa, don’t worry about it.  I’m just glad I have you for a friend”.  She broke into a sunny smile, nothing can keep this girl down.    

          Gemma hasn’t spoken to me, and I haven‘t felt her move.  I guess she cut me off.  Maybe she’s ashamed of her human side.  The doctor doesn’t know why she’s gone, or when she’ll come back.  I miss her.  She would be able to be with me for support during the time when Jaycie and her brother are here. 

           Tessa went over to the closet and looked at the dress I had hung on the door for the celebration tonight.  She scrunched up her nose, and said, while walking into my walk-in, “I’m sure we can find something in here that will let the Future Alpha know what he’s missing”.  She had put up rabbit ears when she said Future Alpha.  I’m not sure she used them correctly, but her attitude is making me feel better.  

          She has been bothering me for years to dress sexier.  I looked at her thoughtfully and suddenly exclaimed,  “Okay, Tessa, I’m all yours”.  She stared at me with mild disbelief and then jumped up and down squealing, “I can’t believe it!  I am so excited!  Thank you!”.  She immediately went into my closet and started to throw some clothes on the ground, and she put some aside for trying on.  I sighed.  This is going to be a long day.  All of a sudden, her head poked out, pointed at me, and said, “I heard that sigh.  There is no going back!”, then she went back in to dig for buried treasure from the sea that is my closet.  

          After I have been dressed like a doll and waxed in areas I’d rather not discuss, she allowed me to look at her progress thus far.  Wow, already an improvement.  You would think that having my mother around in her always perfect state, I would have wanted to be just like her.  I tried, and I was all thumbs doing my hair, and my make-up was confusing.  

          What are you supposed to put on first; base powder, primer, foundation, or all of the above?  Why do they have such dark colors for your eyelids, why do people want their eyelids to look like that?  Also, I don’t know what color goes with which, what to do with them once you do, or how to actually apply them to the eyelids.  Blush, I already have red in my cheeks, am I supposed to still put some on?  I can handle the basics; eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick or lip gloss.  I usually use the least amount of make-up.  

          As I watched her take out all the things that she had found in my and my mother’s room, I started to shake my head.  When she raised the suppository-looking thing and came at me, I got out of the chair and backed away.  She looked at me, surprised, and said, “What are you doing?”.  I said with a sheepish smile, “I can’t help it, but now that I think of it, I need to put up some parameters”.  She put her hand on her c****d hip, wearing an exasperated expression on her face, and then threw her head back and looked at the ceiling like she was asking some higher power for more strength.  I felt bad for giving her trouble, so I held my hands in front of me in a stop motion, and explained, “Look I am not at all comfortable with too much make-up or product in my hair”.  I feel like my face has turned into wax, and it just seems heavy.  I always usually forget that I am wearing make-up, so I accidentally smudge it by rubbing an eye or just touching my face.  In regards to the hair product, I cannot deal with not touching my hair in some way, so when you put a lot of mousse and hairspray in, my hand gets stuck in my hair.  I then look like a complete fool trying to disentangle my fingers.  I explained all of this to her and she nodded.  “Well, I have smudge-proof eyeliner and mascara, so we’re covered there.  As for the hair, I have stuff that leaves the hair still flexible.  Trust me”.  I relaxed and just sat back and let her take control.

          By the time she was done, I regarded myself in the mirror she gave me.  It looked incredible. I was gorgeous.  My make-up did not feel heavy, and I tested touching parts of my face and swiping my eye, and everything stayed the same.  “Amazing”, I said with my voice filled with wonder.  My hair was styled with half of it up, with the rest of my natural curls falling down my back.  I was wearing a dress that she had apparently given me a long time ago, and it actually looked good on me.  It was fitted right around my considerable chest and then flowed with an empire waist down to the middle of my thigh.  The only thing is I am not comfortable showing this much skin or having my boobs so high.  Apparently, she had also included a matching bra and panty set with the dress.  They were so high I thought if my head fell forward for any reason, they would suffocate me, so I’m glad I’m not sleepy.  I kept turning in the full-length mirror, not believing what I was seeing.  I bent over a little and watched my reflection to see if my butt would show if I bent over.  Well, I can’t bend too far, but I usually do the ladylike bending at the knees while keeping the top of the body upright, so I should be fine.  That ladylike move will also solve my need to not show too much cleavage.  I think I am all set.

          A maid came up and told me that dinner was ready.  I gave Tessa a hug and went down to the formal living room.  I stood at the door looking for my place at the table.  I have been placed next to Jaycie.  I realized we were placed by rank, Alpha at the head, and then to the right of him, Luna, Future Alpha, Future Luna, and then just me on the end.  The other side had Alpha Matthew at the other end of the table, followed by Luna and Future Alpha to his right.  My place at the table, while I am aware it is proper, just made me feel inadequate.

          When I came in, I noticed Danny stand from the table to be a gentleman, and then just stare at me with his mouth hanging open.  Cooper whistled and said, "Wow, sis!  Looking good".  Jaycie sat nodding beside him.  My father stood and gestured to me, and said, "I am pleased to introduce my daughter, Gabrielle Stone".  He then introduced their family to me so I could know their names.  Jaycie's parents smiled and then complimented me.  "Beautiful", Luna Darla said.  The Luna's Alpha murmured, "What a graceful being".

          I sat at my place, straightened my back, and pushed my shoulders back. I was not inadequate.  I need to get out of that headspace.  I am a beautiful, strong, and desirable woman.  Hear my wolf roar! (not really, I am using it more as a saying than for literal accuracy).  I put on a smile and looked around the table.  Danny was openly ogling me from his seat at the table.  I had to tell myself to not roll my eyes since I was in a room with so much Alpha in it.  

           I heard Luna Darla say, “So, Gabrielle, are you feeling better?  We heard you were under the weather”.  She was looking at me with actual concern, waiting for the answer.  I wonder if these people are genuine.  I kept my smile on, and said, “Yes, I have been worn down lately, and I don’t have access to my wolf right now, but I know I will make a full recovery and come back strong”.  I heard my voice getting stronger at the last part.  I hope I didn’t offend her.  I felt a surge of self-pride near the end, and my voice showed that.  My father cleared his throat, and when I looked over at him, he put his palm on the table, lifted it, and brought it down slowly while giving me a pointed look to tell me to calm down.  I flashed a big smile at him, nodded my head imperceptibly, and went back to my meal. 

           “Dad, are we joining the rest of the pack for a dessert table?”.  I am used to sharing the whole thing with the pack.  My dad seemed uncomfortable.  He coughed a little while looking at my mother, and said, “Yes, princess.  I was not sure how sick you were going to be.  I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed, so I figured a shared dessert time would be best”.  I gave an appreciative smile, and said, “Thanks dad.  I appreciate it”.  

          Okay, the conversation is gravitating to me.  Let’s change that, shall we?  I turned to Jaycie and asked, “Well, I am really excited to finally be getting a sister.  Have you liked your relationship so far?”.  Jaycie finished chewing, then after taking a sip of her soda, she gushed, “I love Cooper so much already.  We have been talking on the phone a lot learning about each other.  I am so excited to start our lives together”.  

          Cooper smiled, proud of his new Future Luna, and added, “Yes, especially our nights”, which earned low growls from the two Ravenwood males.   Jaycie’s mom elbowed her husband lightly, and scolded, “Now, dear, remember how we were when we got together?  We were all over each other”.  The giant man chuckled, and he got a faraway look in his eye, reminiscing about those days, I guess.  My mom and dad looked at each other and blushed.  Cooper and I both know how many times we have walked in on them.  Not just in their bedroom, either.  The kitchen, the living room, basically any room we can name in our house have all been sites of us witnessing some part of our parents’ s*x acts.  We go running back out right away, of course, so we don’t have to see too much.

          Watching all the couples at the table made me feel dreamy about love until I remembered my mate rejected me, so I will most likely not experience a relationship like that.  I should just get a dilapidated house and be the weird old bitter woman who lives by herself in the woods.  I can just embrace the stereotype and lean into it.

          I carefully look at Danny through my peripheral eye while I pretend I am looking at his mom.  He is looking really grumpy and keeps casting regretful looks at me.  He is most likely getting verbally beaten up by his wolf or himself or both right now.  I wonder if he realized that slut was a liar.  The more I think of it, the angrier I feel.  Good, I’m going to need that when we all talk together later.