Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers novel Chapter 29

26.Assembly-1

Tabitha’s POV

The next morning, my mom is in full-on panic mode over the upcoming pack assembly. Last night, Alpha Emery informed us about his plans to officially introduce us to the Crystal Ridge pack as official members of the Aldair family. Now, I’m getting the hang of being addressed as the Alpha’s stepdaughter, but being officially recognized as part of this historic family is somehow a big step that even I still can’t fully process. And neither can Mom. She sweeps through my bedroom and dresser like a storm, yanking dresses from the closet and holding each one up to the window. She barely glances at me. Her attention is locked on the fabrics, as if one wrong outfit could ruin the entire night. I don’t even remember having that many dresses but apparently, being Emery Aldair’s stepdaughter means that I get to have new clothes every other day. I came here only having a few shirts and pants but now, my closet is brimming with clothes I never dreamed of wearing before.

My mom is already rifling through the closet before I’ve even gotten out of bed. Dresses of every color and cut are draped over her arms, silk and satin trailing behind her as she paces across the room like a woman on a mission.

“What do you think of this one?” She holds up a copper-colored dress with a halter neckline and a long, fitted silhouette. “No. Let’s find another one,” she mutters to herself without waiting for my answer.

“Mom, it’s an assembly.” I mutter, rubbing my eyes. “It’s not prom.”

She ignores me and pulls a gorgeous black gown from the collection. It has a modest slit and fitted sleeves, something that would’ve looked a little too elegant for any event. Here, it’s probably just the right amount of formal. She holds it up in front of me and raises her brows. I sigh and swing my legs off the bed.

“I think this one will fit you better.” She nods to herself, as if already visualizing me in that dress. “It brings out your eyes. Try it on. We don’t have all morning”

I don’t argue with and just oblige. She helps me slip into the dress, zipping up the back. As she works, she starts talking about the past-unprompted, almost like she’s talking to herself.

“I used to be one of them, you know. Part of Crystal Ridge. Before we left.”

Of course, I know. My mom sacrificed her life on the island and her life as a she-wolf, being branded as a lone-wolf after we left the island. For humans, it may not be a big deal. But for werewolves, their pack is their life. Especially if they had lived most of their lives in one. I glance at her through the mirror, catching the wistfulness in her eyes.

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