Mated in the shadow of my sister by lady gwen
Chapter 156

Chapter 0156

(Lily POV)

James and I have fallen into a little bit of a routine since our first phone call. He will call me in the morning and we will talk for a 20 minutes or so before I have to get ready for work. Then we will briefly

text at night before going to bed.

None of our conversations have been as serious as the night of that first phone call. I do not think it is because we are necessarily avoiding having serious conversations-goddess knows we needed to have the ones we have already had, and we will probably need to have more serious ones in the future. But I

is just as

do think that it important that we just get to know each other.

So far, I really like “Friend James.” I also trust him… at least for now.

I put that caveat on it for one simple reason: if James marries Sheila, it is over. Forever. I will never talk

to him again.

It will not matter to me whether he wanted to marry her or not. Nor will it matter to me if he was

pressured or manipulated into saying “I do.” Giving that she-wolf the credibility and affirmation of being Mrs. James Anderson” for even five minutes is a bridge too far for me. At some point, a wolf -especially

an alpha wolf-needs to stand up for what is right, even if doing so has consequences.

Now, I know that James said that he will never marry Shella, and you should know that I really do believe

him.

The problem is that even the idea of James pretending to go along with a wedding and letting the masses

believe he will marry that evil excuse for a she-wolf makes me uncomfortable. Plus, I know all too well

how quickly things can change and promises can get broken. Even if I am 99% sure that James will keep

his promise and not marry her-which I am-, that 1% chance that I am wrong is enough for me to want to

continue to guard and protect my heart!

And, unfortunately, the closer to the so-called wedding we get, the more I feel that way.

Perhaps that is why I finally accepted Charlotte’s invitation to go out drinking and dancing tonight.

Charlotte is the team doctor’s daughter. She reminds me a little bit of Brady, which may be the reason I

like her so much. She has strawberry blond hair that is definitely more “strawberry” than blond; she is

outgoing, likes to joke around, and likes to have a good time; and if you hang out with her long enough,

you will see that she is just a touch spoiled. She can also be rather bossy at times, but I find her

particular brand of bossiness to be more entertaining than annoying.

Dr. Moore introduced us on my second or third day of training with him. He wanted Charlotte to have

Thankfully, he was right. Charlotte and I are very different, but we hit it off right away. I like that she pushes me out of my comfort zone, and she seems to like that I balance her.

So far, we have hung out in pretty typical settings: coffee; lunch; manicures; that sort of thing. However, Charlotte has been desperate to get me to go out drinking and dancing with her. I usually have to work or I have some other excuse not to go. Tonight, though, I have no excuses: It is the weekend; I am not working at the girls’ home tonight; I do not have to work at either of my jobs tomorrow; and I could use a

distraction.

Charlotte was so excited when I finally said yes that she was waiting for me at my apartment when I got home from work. Her arms were filled with dresses, shoes, and makeup. She immediately rushed me into the shower while she created a workstation for herself in my combined living room/ kitchen.

When I was done in the shower, I dried my hair and put on the green party dress that I had worn the night Brady took me to meet some of his friends. I then walked into the living area to meet Charlotte. She

took one look at me and shook her head “no.”

“Nope. Not the one.”

I looked down at my dress. “What is wrong with it?”

“Nothing if want to be paying for your own drinks all night.”

“Charlotte, neither one of us are 21 yet. Human bars will not let us drink anyway.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “That is why we are not going to a human bar. I mean, we are going to a bar

that humans go to. But it is owned by a werewolf. We will not have to worry

about silly human rules.” 1

“O-kay. I guess that settles that piece, but what is wrong with my dress? I wore this to a club before and I

got a ton of compliments.”

“Are you comfortable in the dress, Lily?”

“Yes.”

“That is what is wrong with the dress. We need to push you a little bit. Here, try this one on,” Charlotte

said as she handed me a red dress.

I looked at the dress and gasped; in addition to being even shorter than my green party dress, it had a

plunging neckline.

“Charlotte

“We are not going to fight about dresses, hmmmm? Go, try it on.”

I sighed and went to change. Charlotte was not happy with the red dress, or with the blue dress she had me try on next, or with the silver dress she made me try on after that. I was about to get frustrated and give up when I heard my phone “ping” and let me know that I had received a text message.

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