Beauty and the Wolf

Eighteen. Involuntary Chauffer

A black Jeep Wrangler made its way through North Vancouver, driving etiquettes be damned. The American machine didn't slow down until reaching its destination. The car stood idle for a good ten minutes before its driver jumped out and stomped right up to the door of the suburban house. 

And Daisy pounded on the door as if she were SWAT, ready to knock down the flimsy barrier if necessary. She took a step back and waited, listening in on the house's only occupant, who happened to be taking his sweet äss time. She crossed her arms over her chest, balling her fists in the process to prevent herself from breaking down the door. 

A couple of excruciating minutes later, Mark opened the door and stared her down. "What are you doing here?" His voice was the farthest from welcoming. 

"Why aren't you dressed?" Daisy countered, staring the Adonis up and down. He wore a pair of grey sweats and a white baggy t-shirt, nowhere near ready for the pack dinner. 

"Why are you dressed like that?" Mark countered back, eyeing her silk navy dress, black heels, and a tan wool coat shielding her from Vancouver's bitter evening. Not like the werewolf needed the shielding. The coat was merely for appearances to Mark's human neighbours. She left her coat fulling open, revealing her Grecian design as the rest of the fabric moulded to her slim figure before falling to just below her knee. 

Daisy tied her hair up into an elegant bun, held up by an embroidered hairpin with matching gold earrings. She kept her make-up light. Overall, she attempts to match Mark's radiating beauty in hopes to be worthy of standing next to him. However, even in his homey attire, Daisy still doubted her ability to suit him. The boy managed to look like he walked off a GQ magazine. Frontpage, of course. 

"Oh, you know. That's just how I like to dress when I go out for an evening stroll," Daisy replied sarcastically before she narrowed her eyes at her mate. "What do you think? I'm here to pick you up for the pack dinner!"

"I recall texting you that I'm not going. Don't werewolves know how to read?"

"Don't give me sass right now," Daisy warned. "I'm not in the mood."

"And I'm not in the mood to be your pawn. I'm sure you'll manage on your own. Maybe you could ask Dylan to accompany you," Mark spat and began closing the door. 

"Wait!" Daisy called out, wedging her foot between the doorway, preventing Mark from fully closing the door. "I have something to say to you."

Mark, glaring at Daisy's foot, continued to apply pressure to the door. But not enough to hurt her. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because this is something you want to hear. I want to clear things up. For the both of us."

Mark's thick brows shot up. "I didn't know there was an us."

Daisy ignored the pang in her chest at Mark's statement. She dropped her gaze to the floor, knowing full well that her glaring wouldn't help the situation. "Will you just listen?"

A few seconds of silence passed before Mark signed. "Because you asked so nicely," he said sarcastically, opening the door for her. He turned on his heel in the next second, leaving Daisy speechless at the doorway. 

The Alpha werewolf couldn't believe that the ogre was giving her a chance, and she was chasing after him as soon as she realized that her chance was, in fact, real and not a form of fiction. She closed the front door and followed his alluring scent to the living room on the main floor. 

Mark was sitting on the love seat, making it very apparent that he had no intention of sharing the space with her. Daisy shoved the disappointment down and took a seat on the sofa adjacent to Mark. She sat right in the center and straightened the wrinkles out of her dress, using those extra few seconds to organize her thoughts. Meanwhile, Mark looked everywhere but her, growing increasingly more impatient.