Catherine shoved the new outfit into my arms with the exasperation of a teacher dealing with a failing student.
"Just my luck to be stuck with someone so completely undependable. Go change immediately. I am taking your clothes."
"But I—" My protest was cut off by her impatient snap. "Move it now! We are running late!"
I shot a desperate glance at Alpha Damien, who simply issued a flat command. "Change."
Grabbing the clothes, I ducked into the adjoining room, the door clicking shut behind me. She had set me up perfectly this time, a fact I vowed not to forget.
Her clothing was comically oversized on my frame, the sleeves pooling around my wrists and the trousers dragging on the floor.
Meanwhile, Catherine emerged wearing my clothes, the shirt straining tightly across her bust until sh
