Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

"Never been much anyway," I shrug. "The difference now is that there's a name for what I am. Can I try some of these on? See what compliments my figure? Do you need to measure me?" "No, Calypso sent over your information," she sighs and points over to the dressing room. "I'll bring some over," "You're

u're a doll, Debbie," I go over to the chairs in front of the dressing room and start to remove my heels. Debora groans and starts flipping through her creations. I guess I have a little more respect for her. She created these things and they're gorgeous. I mean whatever the price they seem worthy. She takes the first dress out of the protector, leaves it in the big closet space, waves me in. "Let me know if you need any help," she says and closes the curtains.

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s a satin material over a whole lot of tule. The bottom has a similar design to the marks on my body and I immediately hate it. "No," I open the curtain and hold it out for her.

"What displeases you?" she asks. I hold the skirt up and she looks up at me. "Right, it won't happen again,"

Debbie takes the dress, sets it down where I had been sitting, and brings the second one. This is also made of the same material as the last one. Except it has gold glitter on the edges of the skirt. A lot of glitter. It comes up toward the corset fading into black. The corset is simple. Black satin with pretty golden ribbons to tie the back. I remove my dress and slip into this one.

"My t***ts are too big for this one," I say. "It'll look worse if we tighten it,"

"Let me see. Perhaps you're wearing the wrong bra," she comes in.

"I'm not wearing a bra," laugh. She grins.

"A bigger bust then,"

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I nod. "Do you have a robe?"

"I'll get you one," she nods. She hands me a white satin robe and takes the dress when I open the curtain again.

My heart stops when she brings in the next dress. It's gorgeous. The black lacy skirt is big and it's covered in gold flecks. Layer upon layers of black and gold. Like stars. The top is a simple lacy fabric with elegant gold swirls that cover the front and the two seethrough sleeves. There is no back. At the curve of the lower back is a huge black bow. I must have stared at it for a long time because she clears her throat. "Sorry," 'I whisper. -"Try It c it on," she smiles and waves me inside.

My heart pounds in my chest as I stare down at the dress. I slip it on and rage floods through me. I'm not sure at what. The fact that it fits perfectly. The fact that I've fallen in love with something as ridiculous as this. The fact that I'm enjoying something I've never considered before. Or maybe the fact that this isn't real. The fact that my life is one big, cruel, sick joke. "Come out," his voice calls to me.

"My King, it's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding," Debora rushes out.

"Is it?" he sighs. "As if we weren't already cursed enough. All right Get dressed, Little Wolf. We have to go,"NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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take it off immediately and get back into my own clothes.

"I can design the rest around your dress," she says when I step out to put my shoes back on.

"Sure," I agree and take my drink from where I set it down.

"Don't worry, my lady," she says when I stand. "I won't tell anyone there's a princess in there after all,"

"F***k you, Debora. You can suck my whole d***k," I flip her off and rush after the King. All I hear is her laughter when I get to the front of the store where he's walnut he said do whatever you want. I'm a dead little s***

"What do you have there, Little Wolf?" he growls when he sees the cup in my hand. I swallow hard remembering I'm not supposed to let anyone else give me food. But

"Umm, I forgot to give this back to Deb-" I jump when he slaps it out of my hand. Juice, ice, and fruit chunks splatter all over the shiny white floor. I look back to see the other Lycans staring at me in horror. I laugh and mouth the words I'm sorry when he grips my arm and pulls me along with him. T

"Let's go," he he growls.

"Oh, sh***t. I ***t. I forgot. If you're whipping me, may I suggest a paddle instead of a whip? For my sake? I don't want you to f***k up the thing on my a*** cheek. It's really nice and scarring it is no longer an option since I have to live with-" "Perry," he turns around gripping my shoulders to lift me. "Shut. The. ***k. Up," he growls. "You talk too f****g much,"

I nod rapidly and he sets me down. He takes a deep breath to steady himself before he takes my hand and continues walking. I have to power walk to keep up with him as he takes us back to the car. He sits me in the car and buckles me in. I am not going to be able to sit and I not tell him I took precautions to make sure I wasn't poisoned.

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defense," I start. He visibly tenses up. "I made her drink out of it before I took one drink. I'm sorry," I cross my arms over my chest. "It's a dumb rule anyway," "You don't seem to grasp the danger you're in being tied to me, Pernicious. Now we're going straight home and you are going to be tested,"

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"Why did you say it like that? Did you plan on doing something else?"

"Yes, I did. You've been working every single day for the past month and a half. I was going to reward you, but now we're going to spend the rest of our night in the clinic making sure no one f***k with your drink even if they didn't," he growls. "Can we at least count that as my punishment?" I whisper.

The sound that he makes in his chest tells me the answer is no. Now that I have thoroughly f**d up yet again. I am going to start taking his threats a lot more seriously. Lycan traditions are** *******e.

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