Complicated 2
My heart skipped a beat. I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. Was she trying to interrogate me? Or was this just Abigail being Abigail? Her enigmatic tone made it impossible to tell and my experience with a certain Jealous girlfriend of a certain mate of mine foretold me to be careful.
"Oh. I didn’t notice," I lied smoothly. I reached to awkwardly tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, wishing she'd just get on with the harsh part. I was at my wit's end.
Abigail raised her perfectly carved brow, clearly unimpressed by my attempt to deflect. "Well, you should start noticing. It's not something he does often. Or for just anyone. I like that."
She liked that? I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My mind spun, searching for something, anything to say. But before I could, Abigail straightened, her expression softening just enough to feel less intimidating.
"You should get ready," she said, her tone gentler now. "Prepare yourself for the most reckless spending spree of your life. Ethan wasn’t joking about the ‘no limits’ thing."
I gave a half smile, not sure of how to react to her words. I still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of spending Ethan’s money. "I don't think I’m ready for that."
Abigail’s smile returned with a slightest hint of mischief glinting in her lovely eyes. "Oh, don’t worry. That’s why I’m here to guide you through it.“
Great. No pressure, then. I nodded, though my stomach twisted with nerves. Abigail gestured for me to follow.
A deep-scented bath curated by Abigail and a borrowed outfit later. I stood by the full length mirror in my walk-in closet. Connected to the closet was a wide bathroom I would happily die in if given the chance.
I tugged at the hem of the black off shoulder blouse Abigail had lended me, feeling oddly out of place in the crisp new clothes. She paired it with a short skirt and tights and a large fur coat that would most likely swallow my smaller frame.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t dressed up before, but nothing I’d worn could match up to the quality of this. I breathed out feeling uneasy about the grotesque situation. Wearing Abigail’s clothes, shopping with Abigail, the possibility of Abigail liking Ethan, and me spending the night in Ethan's bed.
“Ready?” Abigail called out from the doorway.
I nodded, adjusting the skirt. “Yes. Let’s get this over with.”
We stepped out of my assigned bedroom into the hallway and down the stairs. Luckily before I could lose my mind, Abigail broke the silence. “So, what’s your deal?”
I glared at her, frowning slightly. “My deal?”
She glanced at me, her sharp gaze piercing. “Yeah. What’s your story with that odd pack in Springville?”
I stalled a bit as I tried to gather my thoughts. “Oh. Well, umm. My parents moved around a lot, and couldn't settle in a pack. It was a relatively large town with humans. They felt right for a family of three almost rogue wolves. That was until they realized I couldn't shift so I got stuck with an omega title.“
Her lips tightened up slightly. “You couldn’t shift and the next thing they did was to title you an omega?“
My heart sank hearing someone else say it. But I shrugged off my sadness. “Pretty much.” I pulled a fake smile and hoped she wouldn’t prove further.I wasn’t about to spill my life story to her.
Abigail hummed thoughtfully. “Their time will come,” she stated vaguely. It gave the impression she could tell their futures or something.
I looked away, my throat tightening. “Oh well, if it does or not. I'm hoping it will happen far from me.“
She nodded slowly, as though filing away the information. “Fair enough.“
We stepped down the stairs and out of a room came Abel. His hazel-brown eyes watched us with a calm intensity that almost felt out of place.
I caught a few people in uniforms, moving in and out of the kitchen. I hadn't noticed they had staff. How oblivious was I yesterday?
“Abel,” Abigail greeted.“What are you doing here?”
“I was just passing by,” he replied quietly. His gaze shifted to me,“You’re heading out?”
Abigail nodded. “We are hitting the stores. Ethan’s orders.”
Abel straightened, glancing back and forth between Abigail and I. “Mind if I tag along?”
Abigail’s brows creased, but there was no real annoyance in her expression. “Why? Hoping to pick out a new wardrobe?”
His lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. A dimple on his left cheek shined through. It was adorable. “Maybe. Or maybe I just don’t trust Tyler not to cause trouble while you’re gone and I don't want to be around to see it.”
I stifled a laugh as Abigail rolled her eyes. “Fine. But no commentary on her choices,” she warned. “He's a diva,” she whispered into my ear.
“I most certainly am, you don't need to point it out,” he scoffed, lightly falling into step behind us as we made our way outside.
There was a car waiting for us and it didn't fail to have me bedazzled. It was a vintage olive green Porsche polished to sleek perfection. I gawked at it, the sheer luxury of it almost blinding.
“Get in,” Abigail said, pulling open the driver’s side door.
I slid into the passenger seat, running my fingers over the leather interior. It smelled like wealth, clean, crisp, intimidating wealth.
“This is a bit much,” I muttered, buckling my seatbelt.
Abigail smirked, starting the engine. “Get used to it,” she suggested like there was nothing else to do but get used to it.
How did they go all that time in Springville without showing off all they had? Their popularity would have skyrocketed. Are they humble or something or was I the shallow one for thinking they should show off?
Abel settled into the backseat, his presence quiet and gentle like a Golden retriever on standby.
The car engine roared to life, and Abigail glanced at me. “First stop: the mall. You’ll need essentials before we go wild.”
I was about to respond when something white streaked past the corner of my eye. Abigail slammed on the brakes just as Tyler suddenly appeared, throwing himself right in front of the car.
“What the—” Abigail exclaimed in annoyance. Her eyes settled on the person responsible and her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
I stared out the windshield, my heart pounding. Tyler stood there, grinning like a maniac, his platinum hair gleaming in the sunlight. His hands were raised as though in surrender, but his smirk said otherwise.
Abel let out a long sigh from the backseat. “Typical.”
Tyler tilted his head, his grin widening. “Going somewhere fun without me?”