Chapter 47

I didn’t like being separated from my mate. I didn’t like the way the man, Beta Rick was eyeing her as though she was something delicious that he would like to lick off his plate. Even though we had just gotten together at the pack house, I already felt mutinous, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here, with my dignity intact and my mate by my side. The fact that we shared adjoining rooms was quite disconcerting, considering some of Beta Ricks’ cryptic remarks towards us both and I wondered if he was suspicious that we were mates. If he was, would that make a difference in their plans, and would they try harder to keep their underhanded program to themselves or would they still attempt to take Charisma as a breeder? I didn’t have the answers to the questions constantly whirling in my mind. Knock, knock. There was a powerful knocking at the door as I padded into the bedroom, having come from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, my eyes focussed on the door. I wondered who was interrupting me and carefully enclosed my hand around the doorknob, slowly sliding the door open, only to gape as a gorgeous woman, dressed provocatively wandered in, her red dress sliding up her thighs and leaving nothing to the imagination. What on earth was this? A trap of some description. Was I meant to be aroused by this woman so that they thought there was nothing between myself and Charisma or Miss Winters as her alias was? If so, how on earth was I going to react? I could not bring myself to act as though she was the most beautiful woman on earth I had ever seen because it was not the truth. This woman was not comparable to Charisma.