Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

Beauty Calls

Does this mean that the voice inside my head was right? Am I really part animal? I mean, it's easy to call myself crazy when the animal in my head is talking to me.... but how can I justify four people who are affirming my craziness?

It would be too much of a coincidence if they were just as crazy as me, so this must be true. I am a werewolf.

Once I manage to pull myself together, I ask a million questions. Fortunately, my father and Angie answer everything I ask, they manage to calm me down from the details that distressme. Except there are a lot of things that distress me.

"Midnight, stop," Lion blurts out, as if he's tired of me, "I get that you don't understand and it must be a lot for you, but you can learn little by little, okay? For the moment, that's enough questions. I'm hungry."

"Oh... okay."

"Wait for us a little longer, we have to get ready before we go out to dinner," Angie says and grabs my hand to lead me to the apartment next door, until we arrive at a place... a beautiful place.

"This was my room two years ago, but I decided I was too old for all this and moved into the room that used to be Lion's office because it's bigger," Angie explains, gently pulling me in, "We can make any changes you want to it, it'll be fun to design it."

Oh, my goodness.

This must be a dream.

"I don't want to change anything."

I love it.

It's pretty much what I've always wanted when I let myself dream about my ideal house. The walls are a very pretty pastel pink and super feminine. There is a white cabinet with large drawers for clothes and a dresser with a big mirror. The furniture looks a bit old and the room is a little small, but I don't mind.

"Really? It's no problem if you want another color. Pink is kind of... I don't know, childish, I guess."

"No, it's pretty. It's my favorite color and I've never had anything pink. My room used to be brown. Everything in that house is brown. My clothes have always been boring, even though all I'd ever want to wear are little things in cute colors, like pink," I explain, looking annoyed at my blouse, "I like this place just the way it is, I swear."

"Okay, well... welcome," she says, with a laugh and sets my suitcase on the bed. Then she gives herself the right to open it and look at my clothes one by one, "Ugh, uhm, ew."

"I know, everything is ugly. The only place we shop for clothes is at Target and they don't sell the best clothes in the world," I mutter, looking at Angie's pants and blouse. She definitely doesn't buy her clothes at Target.

"It's not the best clothes in the world, that's true," she nods and sighs, "But it's okay, Lion is going to give you a job at the gym with good pay and owe you years of child support. We can go clothes shopping at my favorite stores in the clan, how about that?"

"Sounds great!" I smile, and sit down on the bed, "Thanks for being nice, Angie. I'm aware that this situation is weird, and I'm grateful that you're being so nice to me."

"We may not know anything about you, but we agree that you are a good person. And family is very important to our kind," she gives me a smile and sits down too, "You're part of our pack, we couldn't let you go back to your country without meeting you and having you here for a while. Besides... you'd be surprised at the amount of weird stuff that happens to us, this is nothing compared to some of the situations Lion puts us through, or Grayson.... Bastian and I are the responsible adults, and even we do our silly things from time to time."

"I wouldn't want to go back without spending some time with you guys either, I was really looking forward to meeting my dad, but I'm glad I got to meet you too. And Bastian."

"And Grayson?" she asks, letting out a small laugh, "He's a weird kid, but he has a big heart. And he's super smart, don't let his i***t exterior fool you."

"Ah, right. I'm happy to meet him too."

"Good," she nods, getting out of bed, "We're going out to dinner today and since Grayson is now a local celebrity of sorts and Lion is more than well-known, I'm sure there will be quite a few people watching us and even taking pictures. I'll lend you something to wear."

I let out an excited sound and nod many times before following her into her room, which is certainly more mature than mine, but I still think the other one is a thousand times cuter.

"Do you want a dress?" she opens her closet door and starts moving things around.

"Sure, anything. I'm sure everything you have is nice," I'm still not even finished talking when Angie starts pushing a bunch of dresses towards me. I set them down on the bed and start taking off my clothes to try some of them on.

"Ohhh, no... we have a big problem," Angie stops me when I'm in my underwear, not taking her eyes off my body, especially my legs, "Have you ever shaved?"

"No," I answer, suddenly feeling super exposed, "Never. I haven't had any reason to, I always wear pants and long sleeve blouses. Besides, there have never been razors in the house."

"Well, I have plenty, so come with me," she leads me towards the bathroom in the hallway and pulls out a new razor and shaving cream from a cabinet, "I guess you know how it works right? You start from the bottom up and very carefully. Same on your armpits... they're hairier than Lion's."

"That's not nice," I frown at her, but Angie just laughs at me and rolls her eyes, "I don't like you comparing me to a man. A werewolf. It makes me feel masculine and I hate it."

"Jeez, you have to get used to those kinds of comments. I'm not even going to apologize."

And I guess she seriously wants me to get used to that because for the next hour I hear nothing but rude things from her. They're not really rude and they don't really hurt me that much, but I still don't appreciate her telling me I have a man's mustache or gorilla eyebrows. And most of all, I don't appreciate it when she takes a string and starts plucking my little eyebrow hairs.

"Wait, wait," I stop her after five minutes of pure torture and raise my hands to wipe away my tears. This seriously hurts. Even more than it hurt when she put hot wax on my soft skin and ripped my mustache off in one go, "Can't we save this for another day?"

"No, because I don't want your pictures on the internet with people making fun of your eyebrows. You're an omega and it's very important that you look good all the time. The first time I went out with Lion after he started being known, some stupid girl took a picture of me and said my flabby belly was enough to fill Africa with fat... it didn't even make sense," she complains, squinting into space as if she's remembering it, "Now Grayson is also known so there will be double attention on us."

I don't answer anything, just close my eyes and continue to endure her torture on my face. After that she proceeds to put makeup on me, and that part doesn't bother me. In fact, it pleases me.

"Ready," she exclaims after a while, "Come see yourself in the mirror."

"Uh... no, that's fine. I trust you," I decline and start walking towards the door to leave, but she doesn't let me, "Really, there's no need."

"Midnight, you're beautiful, there's no reason not to want to face a mirror. And you need to see how different you look without so much hair on your face."

"I just don't..." I can't even explain why I don't want to see myself, I guess I've made up an idea of what I look like in my head and I don't want to ruin it, "I don't want to see my face."

Angie starts to say something, but I don't pay attention to her because I accidentally got right in front of the mirror and when I open my eyes I'm face to face with my reflection.

Sure, I've seen myself on the computer screen or in glass, but I never pay attention to them. This time, however, it's impossible not to pay attention.

"f**k," I curse and step closer to the mirror, "This is me?"

My face is exactly as I remember it, but I'm not familiar with it at all, it's like I'm looking at someone else. My eyes look even bigger than normal because of the eyeliner and thick, curly lashes. My lips are glossy and my high cheekbones have a slight blush.

In conclusion, I am pretty. Not as pretty as my mother, and definitely not as pretty as Angie, but I'm pretty nonetheless. And I didn't expect that.

"The only thing left to fix is your hair. It's too long and messy," she says, combing my hair like I'm a doll, "Tomorrow you'll go with me to the salon where I work and I'll get you a cut with my boss."

I don't even try to tell her that I definitely don't want anyone coming at me with scissors because I know she won't listen. I just stand there watching my reflection as Angie brushes my hair and applies products to make it look shinier and straighter than normal. I hadn't realized how long it is because I almost always have it in a braid or ponytail, but it comes down to my butt.

"You're done, my job as image consultant is done, at least for today. Put on some dress and grab any pair of shoes you want," she beckons me out of the bathroom and I have to look away from the mirror to leave. I can't believe I'm actually liking what I see.

I nod towards her and leave the bathroom to change, then go to my room to continue looking at myself in the mirror.

The dress I chose is white, long sleeved and close fitting, so it accentuates my figure in a way it has never been accentuated before. The dress comes to mid-thigh and I can't help but want it to be even shorter, so that my legs are fully on display.

If Lion gives me money, I think the first thing I'll do is go shopping for short skirts and tight blouses. I know it's not morally right and I know I shouldn't want to wear things like that, but I can't make myself care. I just want to look sexy. And I want to get a man, fast.

Looks don't matter, my tastes are pretty open. And the truth is, if it's more than one, all the better.

I've already been just wishing for things for a long time, I want to start doing them.