The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Seven

The shopping centre was daunting as Megahn gazed through the many shops window. Brair swaggered a step ahead of her, body bobbing as she walked with such confidence. Megahn tried to recreate the same walk, easing into the atmosphere. Her eyes gliding over the many revealing in windows and on other girls. She made mental notes of what she wanted.

She stopped mid-step, her eyes pinned on the opening of what was clearly a teens and twenties shopping hotspot. Brair grind, doubling back to stand beside the entranced girl.

"Do you want to go in?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead walked into the store with Megahn hot on her heels. Brair wasn't one to go clothes shopping with the girls she knew, but Megahn was like her. Boyish but keen.

Being known as a tomboy wasn't hard, Alpha's daughter who spent her time in the gym. And Megahn - she had her on her ass without warning. And she had been so close to a battlefield, grown up living and breathing it in. Brair was jealous.

"What is this?" Megahn asked, holding up a black laced garter. "I like it - but what does it do?" Megahn fiddled with it a little bit, waiting for Brair to answer her.

"That's a garter, they hold up you stockings. Your mate would love it." Brair smirked, pulling down the back of Megahn's shirt. Humming as she did the same to Megahn's pants. "Good size." She muttered, picking out a few small clothes. Megahn followed her excitedly, clutching the garter to her chest. "Do you like this?" She asked, holding up a white and red spotted bralet.

"I love it." She held it to her, inspecting it as Brair grabbed a few more risky clothing. Megahn had never been more excited, looking out of place in her blouse and jeans. The further they spent their time together, the more questions burned on the end of Megahn's tongue. Wanting to fight to get to the surface and know. Why did they have servant's? And why would they be so afraid of their Alpha that they pretended their existence didn't matter?

But Brair didn't seem to have any of these answers. She was even a little too ignorant to the actual existence of the cleaning staff of her pack. And how uncomfortable her older brother who made her mate uncomfortable.

"I think I like you Meg." Brair spoke up, swaggering out the tenth shop of the day, pushing a trolley wildly towards the glass doors. "You are a skimpy virgin, I like it." The grin across the rugged girls face, scars stretching like dimples. Megahn smiled back, sipping from her coke bottle. She had changed her outfit to reveal her toned stomach and legs.

"Thank you." She strolled out the centre bustling with life. Her plans had become to simmer in her brain, her years of training had become plain pictures in her mind. Gnawing at her bottom lip, made her stop herself from blurting out her plans to Brair.

"So about that mate of yours, Wren." Brair's voice was like teasing venom, prickling sweat at along the back of her neck. "How has that gone?"

"Well he ran away before I could do too much." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, sunglasses pushed up. The weight of telling Brair and letting her in on her plans had so many pros and cons. The Alpha's daughter could appreciate and hear what Megahn had to say, or react horribly. She only met the girl today, there was no way to tell how she would take what she said.

Megahn wouldn't be surprised if she was called a psychopath.

"Hello, Daddy." Brair purred to an attractive older man who walked passed, Megahn's eyes widening when the man looked stunned. "Sorry, I may have a kink." The grin seemed to never leave the girls face as she rode the trolley down the ramp to the carpark.

Megahn laughed as they stuffed everything into the boot of the car. The way Brair reacted through her catcall made Megahn trust the girls crazy levels.

How else do you make friends, other than plot the kidnapping of a hot guy?

"Hey, Brair." She slid into the conversation like she did into the passenger seat, watching as Brair fiddled with the car keys. She had dissmissed their driver when he had first pulled up at the pack house before they blew their crazy budget. Brair hummed her response, finally twisting the key in the ignition and letting the car roar to life. "I want to kidnap Wren."

Silence fell between them, Megahn was too nervous to look over at the muscle-tee wearing girl. But then there was a cough, that turned into a snicker that turned into full blown laughter. Finally, she turned to look at Brair - who was still grinning like a madwoman.

"You are going to kidnap Wren?" The humour in her voice as she spoke made Megahn look far from being the psychopathic one. "That is hot." Brair wipped at her eyes, were she had cried with laughter. She took a moment to breath as Megahn didn't say anything. "Is that what the extra note pads and red markers are for?"

"Yes." She said, finally answering. Her fingers twitched, instinctively getting wound up by not knowing what Brair would really do.

"Can I pretty please help?" Brair begged, leaving the car parked as she fluttered her short eyelashes. Megahn blinked once, a slow smile stretching across her face.

"Yes." Megahn couldn't help but fight the swell of thankfulness as she had a friend. Someone to help her get Wren out a bad place.