Shopping with Emily

Samantha's POV:

I wake up the next morning to the movement of someone next to me. As I open my eyes all the memories from the past three days come back to me. And those were rendering me sad. "Good, you're awake. I have my brother's mate, Emily, coming over to take you shopping. I took a look at your clothes last night and let's just say, you dress like a fourteen year old girl." He insults me again. My mouth is agape. My leg is now fine.

After that discussion with Alpha Hughes, he left. He says he has some kind of meeting to go to. I was wondering why I couldn't go with him. So, I get into a shower and did what I always do, dream. He stares at me with his perfect eyes. A smiles lifts onto his face and he can't control it. I can't either. I can feel my heart bursting with love. And I'm 100% sure he can too. Because he's that smart. He's that perfect. He doesn't talk. Talking would ruin the moment-"Samantha! Are you in here!" I hear a voice yell from the bedroom.

I don't know who it is. But I think it's Emily. "I'll be out in a second!" I replied. I turn the shower water off and rush to get ready.

"Oh, good! There you are. Like he said, you dress like a fourteen year old girl who's in love with Justin Bieber.' And so here I am! if you're going to be Luna you need to dress better." She greets. I stare at her for a long time. She has medium length blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Any girl would be beyond jealous of her. She's perfect. "Um-uh, well-I-" Emily cuts me off. "Okay, listen. You're going to love me today. I won't be mean like Jack but I also won't be the nicest werewolf in the pack either." Emily informs.

"Let's go." She grabs my arm and practically pulls me to her car.

"Samantha, if you're going to be with me, you need to speak. Can you do that?" Was everyone in this pack rude? "Yes." I mumble. "Good! Where are you from?"It goes on like that for a long time. She asks me lots of questions, but none are personal. Besides, I'm just meeting her. We finally reach the mall. "Here are the rules. You're pretty. Make sure when you wear an outfit, you don't just wear it. You own it. Let people know you look amazing. Because you do, thanks to me. When we walk in there, head high, chest up, and work it. Confidence is key, Samantha." Emily instructs. I nod. "Speak." She demands. "Okay." I whimper. Emily rolls her eyes at me. "Let's go."I've never been in this mall but everything looks so nice. The stores are very famous designer's stores. Like, Chanel, Louis Vuitton and so much more. It's like walking into a place full of rich people.

Each time I come out I act as if I'm modeling the clothing. Emily is recording the whole thing on her phone, and we're laughing together the entire time. "Work!" Emily snaps and giggles. I do numerous "model poses" and it's so much fun. She tosses me a pair of blue sunglasses and I try them on. I throw her kisses, and more lips poses. "Okay! Next outfit!" Emily claps. If there's one thing I've learned about Emily, is that she's extremely bossy. It is so far one of my best days. I haven't had fun like this unless I'm with Genelia.

"Samantha?" Emily called me. "Yeah?"

"Don't give up on him. He's a real douche. But you don't know him that well." Emily says. Is she kidding me? He's a murderer. "I already know what I need to. He's a monster. It's that simple." Once I say that, Emily frowns and sighs. The rest of the car ride is silent. But it's almost as if, Emily asked to lift the awkwardness because the next thing I know, Emily's lip syncing to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. As entertaining as it is watching her, I cannot leave her all alone, and I join her at the chorus. We sang until we reach Moon shadow pack. She gets out the car and starts to walk towards the front doors.

"What about the-the bags?" I question, frantically chasing after her.

"Micheal! Do you mind getting our bags?" She calls out to a dark haired boy.

"That is completely unacceptable!"

"Yes, Dean, I know what he's capable of."

"And it's your fault that he escaped!"

"I'm sorry? Is it not your fault?"

"THEN WHO IS AT FAULT HERE DEAN!"

"Me? No. You know damn well, I was at the ball. Well, maybe you should've put him under solitary confinement."

"Dean, I put you in charge of him. And who are you? You're my Beta. And you need to admit that it's your fault."

"No, I'm not fucking around! Get down here in twenty minutes. We're having a talk. Samantha is that you?"

"Hang up Dean!" Before he has time to look at me, I turn around. "I can still see you." Alpha Hughes exclaims. I huff and slowly adjust so I can face him. "Hello, Alpha." I greet. "Samantha, we're having dinner with Emily and my brother in three hours. If you want to be on time you're going to have to start getting ready now." Alpha Hughes told me. I meekly nod and make my way upstairs. As I walk upstairs I overhear two girls talking. Even though it's none of my business and I don't know them, but what if what they say can give me some information. "I heard his mate's here."

"I cannot believe that he faked a mate."

"Chels, you know that's not true."

"It is. I love him and he loves me. See? Simple!"

"You really shouldn't mess with the Alpha..."

"I'm not! I'm just opening his eyes to better options."

"His mate-"

" your are annoying me. she huffed and came towards my direction. "You're wasting my time. Excuse me, but I need to talk to my mate, the Alpha." Then she flips her hair and walks in the direction I just came from. I sigh and continue to Alpha Hughes's room. I fcame back to his room and pounce onto the bed and think. Who was she? Did she and Alpha Hughes have a relationship? What is she talking to him about? Is he going to accept her and reject me?​