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Chaney is more than happy to accompany me dress shopping. She's a caricature little thing, thanking the moon goddess for hearing her prayers because apparently, she had grown tired of seeing me in my washed out jeans and flip-flops.
When asked what my budget was, I shrugged and told her Kaden gave me his card. In truth, he forced me to take it, threatening to make me horny all day until I took it. I thought he was bullshitting, but then he took his shirt off, dropped to the ground and began doing pushups. Without even touching me, the sly jerk got my motors going.
"No budget?" Chaney asks. "Then shit, I'll get myself some things too."
I laugh and text Kaden to ask if it's okay. He reads the text and replies seconds later with, don't care.
Must be nice being filthy rich, I reply.
After a minute, he texts back, I'm filthy in more ways. Want me to show you tonight?
He's probably chuckling somewhere, because he knows I'm rolling my eyes.
So childish. How old are you again? I send.
The only number that matters here is the size of my dick, and we both know it's more than sufficient.
I kick stomp in the middle of the store. If Kaden was here, he would ask who the childish one was.
"Kenna,s come here!" A pile of clothing come barreling my way, and it takes a second to realize that Chaney is buried under it.
"I'm not trying out all of those dresses. Pick three."
Chaney plays her magic and convinces me to try on a total of eleven dresses, guilt-tripping me about all the gossip she had to collect and report to me.
She makes me buy eight of the dresses, three for her.
"Hello? I'm talking to you," she says when she realizes that I've spaced out mid-rant.
"I've had enough of you, Chaney. I need my dosage of smut to refuel."
Knowing that I'm serious, she grumbles and lets me read in peace for the next thirty minutes as she collects shoes for me to try on.
"Is there any style you're interested in?"
"Yeah, whichever has a heel long enough to kill Kaden."
She fights a giggle but loses. An hour later, we're checking out four pairs of shoes. I'm more than glad that we're done. As we walk down the mall's hallways, we pass a jewelry store.
"Hey, why don't we check out the engagement rings so you have some styles to suggest to Kaden?"
I snort. "Calm your crazy, Chaney. I don't have time for marriage."
Not that it's typical in the werewolf community. To us, a bite on the neck is more meaningful than a ring on a finger.
Becoming his Luna is the highest title Kaden could offer me, not that I was hunting for it. I'm happy where we are now, where the moon led us. I don't need a lavish wedding to show the world what we have.
I part ways with Chaney after promising her I won't show Kaden my dress until the day of the event. She drives me nuts, but she's a great friend.
I arrive at Kaden's place earlier than he does. After I set my bags down in the bedroom, I realize this wasn't my home yet. I have a single cabinet here and some hangers in the closet, but most of my stuff is still at my place. I haven't taken the last step of giving up my cabin.
I decide that I'll try tomorrow after work, and then I throw together sloppy joes for dinner. I know when Kaden arrives, because he says, "thirteen thousand dollars were spent on my card?"