Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 13 Bailey

The rest of the party had been nothing more than a drag. My brother and sister had done what they do best and chose to throw insults at me, before wandering off and leaving me alone. So, I had chosen to go and find a quiet seated area, while my parents were circulating. I could only assume my Dad knew many of the people here. Though as a pack Beta, it was not uncommon for him to have to socialize or to work alongside other packs. Personally, I can think of nothing. worse. The thought of having to make polite conversation with people I either don’t really know or I don’t really like is my idea of hell.

Thankfully, I was considered unimportant, so I was able to fade into the background. I don’t even think my own family had noticed 1 had disappeared. Much like they rarely did at our own social events in our pack. I would stay for a minimal amount of time before making my excuses and leaving. Usually I would just sneak out, and this was rarely noticed. Unfortunately, here was not our pack, so I did not have the option of escaping to our home, so instead, I sat upon a quiet bench in the shade of some beech trees and from here have a perfect spot for people watching.

I had noticed the ever so happy beast of a Beta had already made his excuses and left. Seems he was even

less sociable than me. You would think, as the Beta, he would be expected to stay for the duration of the party, but it was definitely implied when he spoke to us that he was wanting to get away. And, by that point, the party had been going on for less than an hour. He seemed such a strange character. Not what you would expect for a Beta.

I know a Beta is meant to be strong and dominating, much in the same way as an Alpha, but, they are also meant to be approachable and decent. Kind and caring. Friendly and hard-working. Much

like my Dad. I was unsure if my brother held all those traits, but that was a different story. Hopefully he would improve as he got older, or that is what I kept telling myself, despite the fact he had already attended his Beta training. But, this Beta here seemed to lack most of these skills too, or that was my first opinion of him.

I

with some of his pack members. The biggest, toothiest grin he could smile upon his face as he posed. Like he did not have a care in the

please. Morgan is being sick so we need to go home. My Dad suddenly mindlinks, taking me by surprise. I had expected to have to sit and endure the boredom of the party for hours yet.

walking through the beautiful gardens of the pack to the parking area at the front of the packhouse. This pack certainly took

thought it was okay to let her drink?” I heard my

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sister was being sick. My idiot of at brother had obviously thought it would be okay for her to drink alcohol. As werewolves, we generally have a better tolerance to alcohol, but this does not form until we have our wolves. And, for Morgan, she had only recently shifted, so this was

being so protective.” Jordan says with a dismissive shake of his head. “Was good fun, wasn’t it Morgan?” he now grins at our sister, who is hunched over, with Mum holding her long dark hair back from her face so she doesn’t get her own sick in it. Morgan looked up,

before hurling up her guts a little

to get inside. “Meant to be responsible as the next pack

thou, were you and didn’t have fun when you were iny age because you were the pack Beta?” Jordan argues. “Like f**k