"Come with me. The Beta states everything to you. Thus, be prepared. Do not ask me anything,"
The Alpha had discussed everything I needed to know about the Werewolf White House and what I acted there. Thus, I am here in the chamber and dressed as the Alpha gives me to wear as we are heading to the White House. I wanted to do a follow-up question with the Alpha, but he was angry with me. He gave me a rule not to ask if he would not give me a sign to open my mouth.
Everything is set, everything is perfect. My dress in red fits the light makeup on my face as Viola helps me. As I stand in front of the mirror, I rotate, acting like a princess in a gown, heading to a ball. But what was the difference is I was not heading to a ball, instead, heading to dinner as a slave of the Alpha. He tagged me as one. Not a Luna as I expected, but a damn slave!
