“We should dress you for the party properly,” Angie said loudly, which made me purse my lips. I couldn’t wear anything too provocative otherwise the Alpha would come to me and most likely make a scene, but it wasn’t my style either. “Depends on what is on your mind,” I told her instantly. At that point I really understood how carefree Angela was. It wasn’t because she wanted to be, but I think she was just used to it. Her role in the pack was only symbolic. She was the one with the strong Alpha genes but too silly to become the Alpha. No one knew the real her, and I was sometimes afraid. She wasn’t sure which part of her was real and which part was the mask either. “Well, I was thinking about something nice, but don’t worry, it will be decent. We can put your hair up like this.” She auto