The Alpha and the Rogue

Chapter 7

After spending a whole afternoon shopping with my newfound friend, Mel, all I wanted to do was sleep. So I wasn't surprised when I crashed into my bed that I shared with Noah as soon as we arrived back at the pack house, throwing my shopping bags to the floor, forgotten. 

I was dreaming about Noah shirtless when a loud knock on the bedroom door jolted me from my sleep. I didn't even have time to say 'come in' before the person opened the door and waltzed in anyway.

"You know, normal people would wait for an answer before opening the door. It really defeats the purpose of knocking in the first place." I tell Noah, my voice thick with sarcasm. He grunts in reply and I think to myself, what a typical boy.

"Can you please not grunt. What is it with you guys, not to mention you always have to answer with as little words as possible!" I puff, my chest deflating in defeat.

"Angel, I think you'll come to find that you love my grunt, especially when we're in the bedroom scene. You know, when we're having-" I cut him off before he finishes, muttering words over the top of his last word.

"La, la, la, la, I can't hear you, la, la, la, la!"

"God, you are so immature." He runs a hand through his ragged hair and I wish they were my own fingers before what he says processes in my brain.

"Hey! Immature is just a word boring people-like you-use to describe fun people." I pause, and then add: "Fun people being me in case you're too stupid to understand."

He just grunts in reply as I stick my tongue out at him. "Eh."

I shake my head and laugh in disappointment. "Men. They're impossible."

"Impossibly handsome." He winks then turns serious. "Get ready for the meeting, we have to leave in an hour and I've witnessed first hand how long it can take a single girl to get ready..." My mind pretty much stops at those words. Has he had a lot of hookups or girlfriends that he's seen get ready?

I watch as his eyes soften as if he knows what I'm thinking. He quickly walks over to me and takes my hands. "You don't need to worry about those girls. They didn't mean anything to me. At least, not in the way you're thinking. As if I would hook up with my mum and sister, gross!"

He chuckles as he leaves the room before I can through my ballet flat at his gorgeous head. And when the door opened a second later, thinking it was him, I fling the shoe across the room and gasp when I realize who I hit.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I laugh.

"Ow-what the heck was that for?" Mel exclaims as she holds one hand to her forehead while the other one holds a makeup bag.

"Oops...?" I bite my lip. "I thought you were Noah."

She just sighs and walks over to me to help me get ready for the meeting.

Forty-four minutes and fifty-three seconds later I am stood in front of the floor length mirror in the bathroom, looking over myself in appreciation. I had to say, I felt pretty. That maybe I was worthy of being loved.

Still, Mel looked much better. The amazing curves that would show in an oversized jumped on her, really showed in the body-clenching royal blue dress. Her brown hair was swept up in a perfect messy bun atop her head with a few stray strands hanging around the face. Her mate, Chris, was going to drop dead when he saw her.

"Aww, thanks sweetie. You look amazing too!" I hadn't known that I'd spoken aloud until Mel answered me.

I was dressed in a light pink strapless dress that hugged my chest, my big breasts pushing against the fabric. Luckily, the dress flowed out at the waist and didn't hug my slightly rounded belly. The flimsy material was sort of see through but then had a piece of silk underneath, so as to not reveal too much. My hair, as usual, was in its natural waves falling down the length of my back and I was wearing matching peep-toe heels.