Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 40

Sloane

Atter Benedict left, I was practically mauled by Slade to get information, then stalked by Scarlet until I finally called her hack letting her know I was fine, that Benedict found me, that he talked ‘some sense’ into me, as she put” it, and that he stayed for dinner.

Scarlet squealed in delight and termed us The Hottest Couple Ever.

The next morning before school, I stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve never worn makeup, I’ve never done anything with my hair except put it up in a ponytail. But for some reason, I feel the need to do something a little… more this morning. If Benedict really is going to show the school that we’re dating, and after yesterday, I feel pretty confident that he will, I should look more the part of his girlfriend and less the part of the angry, warrior, Alpha female.

I don’t have any makeup and I’m not feeling confident enough to ask Aunt Samara if I can borrow some of hers. If Scarlet were here, she would have me made up in no time, but she’s not. So, instead, I focus on my hair.

I brush it out, realizing that it’s a little longer than I realized, down to my mid-back. Almost as if it’s celebrating its freedom from the hair tie, it starts getting staticky and floating in the air around my face.”Sloane, come on. We’re going to be late,” Uncle Roman calls from down the hall.

Shit! I wet my hands and try to tame my hair a bit before rushing out the door.

“Ready? Let’s g…” Uncle Roman stops, staring at me.”

That’s new.”

I stop, feeling horribly self-conscious. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“What’s new?” Aunt Samara says, walking out of their room. She looks at me and smiles. “Come here,” she says. holding out her hand.

“Samara, we’re going to be late.”

“Three minutes, Roman. If you’re late because of three minutes, I’ll go speak to the principal myself,” she tells him, before taking my hand and pulling me into her bathroom.

“Now, you can say no, and I think you’re one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen in my life with no enhancement whatsoever, but I’m assuming this for Benedict?” she asks me, turning me to face her.

“Yes. I just want to …”

“I understand.” She holds up a tube. “This is mascara. The first time I wore it, I felt like I had junk on my eyes and it made me nuts. You’ll probably be the same. If you hate it, we’ll remove it, even if takes us longer than three minutes,” she says, rolling her eyes.

She tells me to look up, then look down as she swipes a wand over my lashes. I blink repeatedly, not liking the strange feel of something glopped pnto my eyelashes.

“Okay, have a look,” she says, turning me to the mirror.

It’s subtle. Very subtle. But my eyelashes look longer and it makes my greenish-brown eyes stand out. I look almost feminine.

“What do you think? If you hate it, we’ll wipe it off.”

I turn and smile at her. “I like it,” I say, hugging her. “Thank yOu.”

“You’re welcome. Have a great day. I love you.”

“Love you too, Aunt Samara.”

I jog downstairs quickly, knowing that Uncle Roman and Slade are waiting for me. When 1 pass the main entryway in the packhouse, the room goes quiet.

“Damn, Sloane. Did you decide to go all heartbreaker today?” one of the warriors who is only a couple years older than me asks.

“Yeah, she did. I pity those poor high school boys,” another says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, frowning.The first guy grins. “No, you probably don’t. Alpha Benedict is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you.

Have fun destroying hearts today.”

I turn, seeing Uncle Roman and Slade watching.

“Come on, let’s go.” I say.

“What’s on your eyes?” Slade asks as we watk to the car.

“Mascara.”

“Are your eyes always that bright?” he asks, staring at me.

“Can we not talk about my looks? I’m already feeling self-conscious,” I growl.

“You look beautiful, as always, Sloane,” Uncle Roman says.

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