Elena’s POV
Chloe waited while I changed into something suitable for our trip downtown, right into the heart of pack territory.
The moment we stepped outside, every pair of eyes turned toward me. I tried my best to ignore the stares, but the weight of their curiosity pressed down on my shoulders. They were all wondering who this mysterious new girl was.
Our first stop was an upscale boutique that screamed expensive from the moment we walked through the door. I glanced at the price tag on the first dress I touched and immediately shook my head.
"We need to find somewhere else," I told Chloe, backing away from the rack.
"Why would we do that? We have Gage’s credit card. Actually, it’s the pack’s card. Living with those guys, I’m shocked they haven’t given you your own yet," she said, waving the plastic dismissively.
"Damien tried to. I wouldn’t accept it," I admitted.
"That explains a lot," she said, giving my outfit a pointed look.
The same worn clothes I’d brought from my old pack. The ones that had seen better days.
"I know I need new things. I’m planning to find a job soon."
"Aren’t you starting college tomorrow?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, why?"
"Because you won’t have time to work. Just let them pay for what you need. Trust me, they have more money than they know what to do with," she said.
"I’m sure they do, but they already know how I feel about charity," I replied stubbornly.
"Oh honey, stop being so difficult. You need help, and today I’m going to make sure you get it. We have to have you back at the packhouse by four, which gives us limited time. You need a dress for tonight’s event. You need proper clothes for college. You need textbooks. There’s a mountain of things you require that you can’t afford right now. The Alpha is covering everything, so let’s make it count," she said firmly.
"I’m really going to regret this," I muttered.
"Maybe, but you’d better adjust to it quickly. Those guys already look at you like family. The entire pack can see it, and you’ve barely been here a week," she said.
"I haven’t even officially met most of the pack yet," I pointed out.
"Exactly. If you were just any other asylum seeker, Alpha Damien would have set you up in the town hotel or a rental house. Instead, you’re living in the packhouse itself. That means they feel responsible for your safety. It’s actually a good sign," she explained.
"It feels strange. Nobody’s felt the need to protect me since my father died," I said quietly.

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