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Chapter Three

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A/N- Thanks for 31 reads and 6 votes guys! it means a lot. My new goal for reads is 50 (and maybe even 100)! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter even if it was a filler and seemed kind of rused. Don't worry! This chapter should contain a lot! Comment any suggestions and don't forget to vote! Thanks! - Sarah

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Chapter Three

I gawked at myself in the mirror. For once in my life, I actually looked pretty. The dress that Charlotte gave me was a gorgeous navy blue chiffon dress that stopped at my knees. A black bow was tied around my waist, accentuating my petite frame. There was only one problem.

It was strapless.

I would be showing too much skin and that could disrespect my family, myself, and even my mate.

"Charlotte, I can't wear this," I said with a frown.

"What do you mean you can't wear the dress! You look hot!"

I blushed. Nobody has ever called me hot. Probably becasue it would not be tolertaed since I was not their mate.

"T-Thank you, but I mean I can't show my shoulders. It would be disrespectful."

Groaning, Charlotte said," I don't get why women aren't supposed to show their shoulders. It's completley unfair!" she exclaimed.

"Charlotte, it's the rules, and you can't change the rules."

Charlotte huffed before she began searching through her messy closet again.

"Here, wear this over it," she said tossing me a white sweater.

Putting it on, I smiled,

"Perfect."

"You know Colt is going to love that dress on you," Charlotte said smirking,

I fidgeted and played with the ends of my blonde hair.

"No, he won't," I mumbled to myself.

"Trust me! I know what Colt likes, and he definitely likes you."

I smiled.

"Thanks, Charlotte."

A knock on the door interrupted us. Springing to her feet, Charlotte rushed to open the door, revealing a very handsome Colt dressed in a tux. He looked stressed though. I could imagine. Lots have happen in one day. I just wanted to the pack presentation to end, so I could go to sleep.

"You look beutiful, Amity," Colt said.

Before I could respond, Charlotte spoke," Aw you guys are so cute together!"

I blushed so hard that I bet I looked like a tomato.

"Uh t-thanks," I stuttered.

God, why am I so pathetic.

"Shall we go," he said, holding out his hand.

Gathering my courage, I interlaced my fingers with his.

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I clang to Colt's arm, nervously. As of now, we were standing in a enormous ballroom filled with chandeliers and pretty much anything you could imagine. Colt was talking to Ky, one of the many fighters for the pack. He had his arm wrapped around his mate, Macy, while she looked up at him. They looked perfect together. I wondered if me and Colt would ever look like that. I hoped so.