Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,24

totally here for my moral support, aren’t you?”

Sage just winked and handed me a tablet that was on the table.

“What’s this?” I hit the home button to turn it on.

Welcome to your compatibility quiz, flashed across the screen.

“No way,” I groaned.

Sage gave me a full-toothed smile. “My aunt’s idea. I heard some of the questions are heinous, but all of the girls have to fill them out.”

“Well, we have to check it out.” I giggled.

“I thought it was good. Will help him weed out the trash,” a voice came from beside me, and I looked up to find Meredith wearing a tight teal dress and glaring down at me.

“Table’s full, babe. Sorry.” Sage gave Meredith her back and I heard her growl before stalking off. The table was super empty.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Sage.

Ignoring what was likely eye daggers being shot into my back, I started the quiz.

I entered my name and the first question popped up.

1. How many children do you want?

Sage burst into laughter. “Wow, going right for the kill.”

I chuckled, thinking about the question. It was an open answer so I wrote in, Twin girls. Because that’s what I’d always wanted.

2. When you get angry, how do you react? (Please be honest)

Now it was my turn to laugh.

I wrote, Wolf out, as a joke and went to delete it when Sage hit send.

“Bitch!” I growled playfully.

“Hey, Auntie said to be honest.”

3. What is your idea of a perfect date?

Video games and pizza, I answered.

Sage nodded. “This makes sense. Your lack of fashion is because you are a closet gamer nerd.”

I swatted her away and went to the next question.

4. Would you sign a prenuptial agreement?

Holy shit.

Yep, not my money, don’t want it.

5. Would you be happy to let Sawyer be the career focused one while you stay at home with the children and manage the household?

A low growl revved in my throat.

“Down, girl. My aunt can be a bit 1950s but she’s cool,” Sage assured me.

Hell no, I answered, and pressed the button with more force than needed.

Sage winced. “I could have finessed that answer a bit for you.”

6. Last question, why are you here?

She probably was looking for me to say, “To find true love” or some shit like that, but that wasn’t true. I mean yeah, I wanted to see what this whole “fight for the alpha’s son thing” was all about, but truly I was here because Sawyer asked me to be, because there was a spark there, an undeniable attraction and I wanted to see it through.

Because … I wanted to be free.

It was an honest answer but wasn’t the full truth. So I added one more line.

And good guys are in short supply, and Sawyer seems to be one of the good ones.

I hit enter and a thank-you note popped up just in time for the entire room to quiet as the lights dimmed.

“Very theatrical,” Sage muttered.

The room got eerily dark before lighting up again, and then the alpha and a woman who I assumed was Sawyer’s mother entered the room. The girls burst into applause and so did I. I didn’t know his parents would be here tonight.

Weird.

I mean, weirder than trying to date a dude with fifty other girls? Guess not.

His mother, a tall and stunningly beautiful woman with long dark brown hair, stepped up to a podium.

“Hello, ladies.” She smiled, her voice sweet and soft.

The girls all clapped again and she blushed. “Sawyer is just looking over the compatibility quizzes you all filled out and then he will join us shortly.”

My eyes widened. Sawyer was going to look those over? Yikes. Okay. That was fine. I mean, that was good actually, better than his mother.

“I know from my own experience this can all be a bit weird.” She looked at the alpha, who gave her a wink, causing heat to creep up her cheeks.

Okay, they were kind of adorable.

“But the rules are the rules and Sawyer cannot lead without a strong, loving woman by his side.”

The thunderous applause went up again and I found myself clapping along. I mean, when she put it that way…

The side door opened and then Sawyer entered, and holy hell he was wearing a three-piece suit and looked absolutely sexy as sin. The girls clapped like crazy while I just stared, trying not to drool on my dress.

“Alright, well, have fun getting to know Sawyer,” his mom said, and left the podium.

The moment the girls started clapping and hollering, Sawyer’s body language shut