The Alphas Mate

Chapter Thirty Eight

" Ashlynn! " Isaiah yelled as he rushed over to me. Concern was clearly etched on to his face.

" G-get away f-from me! " I somehow managed to scream at him between me gasping for breath.

" You're choked on a freaking Oreo! " He held my face up to his inspecting me.

" I'm fine now. " I swatted his hands away from my face.

" Leave the poor thing alone. " Mariah pushed him away from me. " You go shower. We have to get ready. " She said to me.

I gladly scurried up the steps, thankful to be away from him. I heard her yell a few profanities at Isaiah.

This time I didn't go to his room to shower. I entered my room and headed directly to the bathroom. As I shaved my legs, arms, and underarms I sang the theme song to Spongebob. You're never too old for that show.

I quickly washed my hair and washed all the cinnamon scented body wash off me. I wanted to stay in the shower forever. Knowing that I was meeting Isaiah's parents in a few hours had me on edge.

I shook away all my negative thoughts as I turned the shower off and walked across the room. I had my hair wrapped up in a towel, not bothering to cover myself. I locked the door before I had gotten in the shower.

" Ashlynn open the door! " Mariah yelled from the other side.

I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around me. I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

She looked stunning in a red bodycon dress with a pair of killer black stilettos. Her red hair was pinned back in a sophisticated bun. It framed her eyes perfectly. I could never pull that off.

" Need some help? " She said grinning.

" With my clothes no. But with my hair yes! It's a travesty! " I cried out dramatically fanning myself feverishly.

" Alright well you find your outfit while I get the makeup and curlers together. " She laughed shaking her head.

I looked through my closet trying to find something that said " Please don't hate me, I'm your daughter in law. ". It was harder than I thought it would be. Pushing past the countless amounts of shorts and tank tops I finally got to the fancier side of my closet.

I pulled out a black tea length dress only to hear Mariah make a sound of pure disgust.

" You're not going to a funeral Ash. Sex it up a little! " She threw her hands in the air.

" Mariah! I'm meeting your mother for the first time. I can't sex anything up! " I scolded her.

" Oh please. Do you know where I got this lovely ensemble from? " She gestured to her short dress. " My mom. " She smiled proudly. I see where she got her fashion skills from.

" Okay fine. But if this backfires I'm totally blaming this on you! " I threatened her as I chewed my bottom lip in thought.

  What if she thinks I'm not the right mate for her son? Oh god what if she finds him another mate? Can she even do that?

Snap out of it Ashlynn! You've got this.

I gave myself a mental pep talk before turning back to the closet. I pushed through yet another rack of clothes. I don't even remember buying more than half of these.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a royal purple ponte long sleeve skater dress. It was perfect!
I slipped on my sexiest set of lingerie. Before I could put on the dress Mariah had yanked me down into a chair.