The Mating Game

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The Mating Game

 

Chapter One 

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        "You'll need these, " My best friend said a wicked smile on her face as she dangled a lacy thong from her index finger, "not these granny panties, I don't care how comfortable they are. " In her right hand she held a pair of white panties that resembled a deflated balloon. 

        "I hate you, " I laughed as I snatched the sexier pair of underwear out of her left hand and stuffed them into my suitcase.

        "I'm just saying. There's gonna be a bunch of sexy bitches you're going up against. Dont you want to win this?" She asked, arching one perfectly arched eyebrow.

        I just shrugged in response.  She knew I was doing this purely for my pack,  I had no interest in joining such a frivolous game. 

        "Bailey," she whined as she wrapped her skinny arms around me, "Smile,  I hate seeing you so glum."

        "I didn't want this, "

        "Oh my god. Stop being dramatic,  he may not even choose you.  Ever think of that?  They may kick your ass out first-round." She laughed and pushed me jokingly. 

        And I couldn't help but let out a chuckle too. She was right,  there were probably about forty other girls joining the game.  What were the chances of him taking an interest in me or his pack elders actually approving me as a prospective mate? Despite this, I would still try to make them see me as the best option. I would play the game the best I could, I'd put my all into it.  This time not for my pack but for my father. That lost look in his eyes,  the sadness that poured from his soul,  I had to help him. I knew he wanted me to take his position, but only with a mate. He wouldn't step down until I did.  And if he thought Howl might be the best candidate for me and that his pack could help ours prosper,  then I'd fight for him.  Regardless of whether or not I was interested in mating him or not. 

        "Remember, I'll be there with you.  So it won't be all that bad.  I'll protect you from those bullying she-wolves."

        "Oh stop it Ferra. We both know you're only going so you can look at Dylan and we both know I don't need any kind of protection, " I laughed.

        Ferra sighed dreamily as she continued to throw out the "granny panties " I'd packed and replace them with more appropriate ones. 

        "Oh you've caught me, " she blushed, "I have no interest in Howl,  but that sexy, single,  beta of his...." instead of finishing the sentence she just licked her lips seductively. No more was needed to be said. 

        I'd never seen Howl or his beta, my pack had very little dealing with theirs.  We never actually had reason to bother with the infamous black moon pack. Ferra's father was the alpha of the neighboring pack and while my father- throughout the years - was busy loving his family and focusing on small issues within our own pack her father was very interested in werewolf politics. He would much rather be making alliances for possible wars, although there was no beef, and concerning himself with matters occurring within other pack. Ferra's father had to be the nosiest man alive. For this reason, Ferra was very familiar with most of the packs and the alpha's of these packs children. This is how we became such close friends. 

        Ferra always followed her father around whenever he did business with other packs, even though her older brother was to take his position when he retired; he still wanted all his children to be very familiar with the other packs. As she got older though, and her father finally stepped down and decided to let her brother take over, her visits to the other packs were less frequent. As of recently she'd picked back up on her old habit; she claimed she was getting bored of her at home life and wanted to start her mate search but not within the constraints of her own pack. She wanted to be mated to someone from a pack different than her own. So, she'd picked up the habit of trailing behind her brother to do business with other packs.