Chapter 13 : Party
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Sloane
She stared at me as if I had suddenly grown two heads on my neck. Her face was still twisted with disgust as she looked, that aura radiating from her.
“You have some nerve talking to me like that. Wait until my son's return and I will make sure you get thrown out of here.”
“Fine,” I said, shrugging. “Let them know and see who they'll listen to. I have no idea what I've done to you that makes you so mean to me.”
She groaned, a low sound.
“Now, if you'd excuse me, I have somewhere to be,” I said one last time before I walked past her, mouth agape as she stared at me.
That wasn't so hard, now was it? I'm not the type to sit still and watch someone insult me or disrespect me. I believe that respect should be reciprocated, so if you respect me and my presence in this pack, then I will do the same.
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The knock on my door jolted me awake. I stood up, a cookie plastered to my cheek, and shook it off. I looked at the littered crumbs on my bed; one by one, I picked them up and put them back into the cookie bowl.
The knock came again and I could hear Dean's voice on the other side of the door. I walked over and opened it. He stood there, Hunter and Logan at his side.
“Hey,” I greeted them, moving to the side to let them into my room.
“Hmm, what's that nice smell?”
Hunter asked, looking around the room until he spotted the cookie bowl. He rushed toward it, thrust his hands in, and brought out three cookies at once. We watched him stuff his face with cookie after cookie.
I looked at Dean, who just shrugged and said, “He loves sweets.”
Interesting.
After Hunter was done, he wiped his face clean and stared back at the three of us.
“That was meant for the three of you,” I announced. “Genevieve helped me bake them.”
“Oh? They're really nice.”
I nodded in agreement.
“We heard Mom was giving you issues?” Dean asked this time, staring at me for confirmation.
“Not really,” I laughed it off. “I dealt with her.”
He nodded, clearly proud of how I responded. My eyes went straight to Logan, who didn't meet mine.
He averted his gaze, hands in his pants pockets as he looked everywhere in my room but at me.
Was this because of what I said?
Did I really take him by surprise because he did too when he walked away that night?
Also, I didn't know what came over me, so this wasn't entirely my fault. He was the one who was being a creep, staring at me while I was asleep.
Dean looked between the both of us, said nothing, and walked toward the door. Hunter followed him while Logan stood there, eyes on his phone this time.
“Before I forget, we are having a little party today at the heart of the pack estate,” Dean said. “And you're invited, Sloane. I figured, instead of rotting in this room—”
I smiled, a large one lifting my lips. Finally, a breathing space! A party!
“Definitely, I'll be there.”
“And before that, you both should settle whatever the f**k is going on,” Dean said, looking between me and Logan before closing the door.
I looked at the ground slowly, then up at him, but by then he was already close to the door and said nothing else before he left.
After a short nap, evening came. I rummaged through my clothes with Genevieve's help to pick an outfit. We finally settled on a short green skirt that barely reached my thighs, pantyhose underneath it, and a black top to match.
My shoes matched too, giving it that back-to-school vibe.
“Do you think this is a lot?” I asked Genevieve as I looked at the mirror for the fourteenth time.
“No. You look great. Besides, the party doesn't have a dress code, so I think you're good.”
Yeah…
I looked into the mirror, took a few deep breaths. This was the first time I was making an appearance to everyone in the pack after being here for close to a week.
I can do this.
“Ready?” she asked, handing me my phone and opening the door.
“Ready!”
Genevieve followed me to the heart of the Moonlight Pack estate. The moment we got to the small house, which looked more like an abandoned frat house, she stopped and bade me goodbye while I walked in.
The moment I entered, everyone went quiet; all eyes turned to meet me. The music stopped at the same time and the side talks started. Some people looked at me like I was never part of them, some even growling in disappointment. Others whispered to their friends, calling me names like “pretty” and “full of myself.”
It wasn't the reception I expected, but I didn't care much. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on the triplets. They stood in a corner, drinks in their hands, staring at me.
I swallowed, picked up a cup, and readied myself to walk toward them.
Why am I nervous all of a sudden? My palms were suddenly sweaty as I held my cup and took a sip.
You can do this, Sloane. You can do this.
Just walk up to them; it won't be a big deal.
I looked up and surely they were staring at me. But this felt like more than that. It felt like their stares bored into my skin, as if they were calculating my every step. I could feel their eyes trail down to my shoes. Logan's eyes stopped at my breasts, Hunter's on my thighs, and Dean's on my face.
I took deep breaths, in and out before I started towards the triplets.
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