She Is Pretty?
1187 Words
Lucy was away for a moment. I was looking between the faces of the women in front of me. I was wondering what it meant for Lucy. They were already making decisions about her. They had no right. They did not know her. They had no idea who she was. They had no idea the kind of power she had over me. They had no idea how much she controlled me. She did not even know what she had done to me. I did not want her to know. If they knew what power she had over me, and thus what power she had over them, they would change their very judgmental eyes, but I could not let them know anything.
“She is pretty,” Francesca said, the youngest of the welcoming committee. She gave a smile to the rest of the committee. She could see how amazing Lucy was. She looked toward the others to agree with that sentiment.
They did not. “Not in the traditional sense,” Edith said, the oldest of the welcoming committee. I quickly surprised my wolf, ready to attack with teeth already bared.
“She surely isn’t one of us,” Eunice stated. My hand was in a fist, and I was ready to throw any punches that I might need to.
“She is built wrong.” I adjusted myself. My wolf slammed itself against my head, ready to get out at a moment’s notice.
“Her hair is the wrong color.” Her hair is perfect. Not a flaw. My wolf is literally right on the edge of killing them.
“She doesn’t know how to entice a man.” They were clearly wrong on that. She enticed me from the moment that I saw her. I was ready to tear her clothes off from the moment I saw her.
“She is too fat.” That was it. That was the last line I could hold my wolf back. I could not bear a moment more of this disgrace. She was my mate. Mine. And not one of them was allowed to say anything to the matter.
I was about to make my move, and I would have had I not heard the voice of an angel. “Of course.” I heard Lucy state.
I tried to plaster a smile back onto my face. I could not let Lucy know that anything was up. I would not let her think of anything that was not part of her main task. Her main task was trying not to make too bad an impression on women who did not deserve to be in the same presence as her, let anyone tainting her name like they were.
She walked back in and turned her attention to us once more. “Now, can I get you anything to drink or maybe something small to eat? I baked cookies.”
The drinks were ordered, and Lucy went off. My eyes turned to the person that had interrupted us. She was still standing in the shadows, but I knew who it was by her smell alone. I was furious. She had no right to be there. She should not have been there. She was playing a very dangerous game with me. This was a game she had no right to play and one she would lose. She might not have known it then, but she would feel my wrath. She would eventually feel my wrath. Just not yet.
I stood and walked over to her. She knew when I was getting close. I could smell it on her. “Funny running into you here,” she said when I was next to her. She was leaning against the wall, ensuring that I could get a view of things that I had once found attractive and now detested more than anything.
“What are you doing here?” I growled at her. I tried not to give her my full anger, but I knew my words came with a snarl. There was a fire in them that I am not even sure she was used to. She had crossed an uncrossable line.
“I thought that I would come see the human that I have no doubt will be the talk of the town for such a long time.” She leaned against the wall. Her hips thrusted toward the sky. She was right, of course. Lucy would be the only conversation for months. Everyone would only be talking about her for a long time, and how well she did that day would determine how they saw her.
“This is not the time,” I told her, grabbing her arm.
“What? I am just being friendly with the new neighbor,” she said, flashing me a rather large smile.
“That is not what you are doing. You are here to mess with the human and make her introduction into our society a mess.”
“She needs no help from me for that,” Oliva said, a slight laugh in her voice.
“Leave,” I told her.
“That would be rude to our host. She invited me in.”
“I am uninviting you in. I want you out,” I said, growling at her.
“That would be rude. That human is getting me coffee. Cream. No Sugar. Maybe the human should listen to that.” She walked further into the living room.
“I did not say that you could walk in here,” I said, growling at her.
“I was told that I could make myself at home. It would be disrespectful to the human if I didn’t listen to her.” She waved her hand and tried to flash me a smile simultaneously.
“Oliva, what are you doing here,” my beta growled at her.
“I came here to see about the human. And it is nice seeing you too, Bart,” she said, a smug smile upon her face.
My beta bared his teeth but did not make a motion toward Oliva. “Enough, Oliva. You have no reason to be here.”
“The human invited me.” She again moved her hand dismissively like Lucy didn’t matter to her at all.
My beta bared his teeth again and took one step toward Oliva. “She has a name.” His hands were in fists.
“And it hardly matters. She is as important to me as a rock.” Oliva flashed my beta a very toothy grin.
“Leave her alone.” My beta took another step closer to Oliva. His knuckles were going white. He was holding back everything that he could. This was taking all of his strength. He was holding everything back, and he has always been calmer than me.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Oliva said, a smug smile on her face. I was ready to fight her off.
However, I was not the one to say anything. “Do you want me to show you?”
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