Queen Rouge

Chapter 7

The party was in full wing, by the time I'd finished getting ready. My outfit consisting of a pair of black stilettos. Black skinny jeans. And a black ruffled top. Yes, I'm wearing black. I last time I wore a colour other than black would be around the same time I last visited this pack, a very long time ago. And I think it was a very dark navy blue at that, only a few hues of black. As you'll of probably guessed by now. I'm a one colour wardrobe kinda girl. My colour being black. Do t like it, tough luck, get used to it.

I had my hair out, curled. My normally waist long hair, now up around my shoulders. I'd decided on prominent make up. Bold and dangerous colours. My mascara and eyeliner both laid on pretty thick. Making my greenish eyes pop. My lipstick blood red. Yes, there is such thing as blood red lipstick. My nails also wearing the colour. Applying a small amount of perfume I was done. With Wolves heightened senses perfume only needs to be applied in the smallest quantise. Less being more.

I leave my room slowly making my way down the steps. Not caring if I left them waiting. If they were waiting, let them wait. It's not like I wish to attend this ridiculous celebration. But we don't always get what we want do we. Even though I've made a damn good effort, to ensure that I do. Unfortunately though, I have to attend. I have to be seen there. If only for 5 minutes. At least I attended. But there's no real point to dressing up of your only going to be there for 5 minutes. So instead I'll be having a little fun.

I step out into the patio. I breath in the evening air. Before setting off towards the mass of people. Laughing and chatting. Dancing and drinking. Obviously the pack has warmed to the idea of us rouges being here. Well, at least the pack members attending anyway. Either that or they have enough faith in their alpha to keep them safe. Faith that'd he'd make a decision knowing it could harm them. If he feels it's okay that we're here, the pack feels it's okay that we're here...most of the pack anyway. My eyes do detect some group of pack members on the outskirts who don't look at all pleased. Throwing dirty glares the direction of the other rouges. Where only a small selection of us are. The rest obviously deciding that while they're there they may as well enjoy the party.

I spot crusher standing beneath a tree. Leaning against its bark, distancing himself from the celebration. I don't blame him. A lot of these people know him from before he came rouge. And that must be quite awkward for all. I beeline in his direction. Keeping to the shadows staying out of sight. My moments remaining silent even while I'm wearing stilettos, thanks to the permanent silencing spell. Regardless my clothing choices, my steps shall be soundless.

I stand silently beside him a few moments before he discovers my presence. Catching a glimpse of me through his peripheral. He whips his head to look at me, his eyes widening in alarm. Before he realises it's just me, and he relaxes once again. "Jesus Demina! Has anyone told you how freaky it is when you do that?! Just seeming to appear out of nowhere." I raise an eyebrow at him. Seriously.

"Oh, right." He says realising his stupidity. "That's kinda how you operate. Appearing out of nowhere, killing, then disappearing just as quick. No trace left behind other than the body. The Phantom Wolf." I smile at the title I was given. A title very few know belongs to me. Crusher being one of those few.

It's then that crusher notices my outfit. Probably my makeup being what prompts him to look closer. His eyes slowly looking me over from head to toe and back again. His eyes lingering on my curves for few more moments than necessary. I smirk at his reaction. It's not the most revealing outfit I could've worn, but it's still enough to capture the attention of the attending make wolf population.

"Like what you see?" My voice playful and teasing, yet also quite seductive.

"Yes, but not in that way. You look nice. I knew you wouldn't wear a dress like Tyson asked, that I'm not shocked about. But I am shocked that you actually dressed up. And look kinda girly. I didn't think you would, I never took you for the type." He replies. I laugh at his statement about the girliness.

"There's a lot you don't know about me crusher. You've only seen the girl I've shown you. The one who doesn't dress up, or party. I don't dress up often but if the occasion arises why not." I simply reply, a mischievous clint to my eyes.

"You may have dressed up I don't see you partying." He points out. "And I don't doubt there's more to mysterious, dangerous and deadly Demina than what meets the eye."

"Not yet. You don't see any partying yet." I say, flashing him my trademark smirk. "And if you stick around and watch. I think you'll quite enjoy my version of partying, because it most certainly isn't whatever the rest of the wolves here in attendance are doing. Mine is a little more creative. And to tell you the truth the party started the moment I stood beside you. Though it's only now going to get interesting." I grin at him, giving him a wink. Before leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Leaving a lipstick stain behind.

But before he can react I'm walking walking away, a slight exaggerated sway to my hips. I know for a fact that my desired target played audience to the little wink and kiss. And he most certainly isn't very pleased. I search the crowd for my next pawn, crusher having played his part well.

Let the real fun begin.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I don't do authors notes often... Well, at all. But as its my birthday today, I thought I'd let you all know. So yay to me!

And my bestie just joined, so I'm going to dedicate this chapter to her. So give her some love, or not it's your choice. simplydiana1 I love you, your the bestest friend s girl could ever want <3

Anyhow, I should get back to writing shouldn't I...

My love goes to all you beautiful readers <3 😘