Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 17 Bailey

| got myself ready to leave the house, dressed smartly in a pair of high-waisted, wide-legged, black trousers.

With a simple white tank top. My long dark hair | chose to tame, so the curls were manageable, and | clipped the

sides back from my face. | slipped on a pair of simple black heels to finish my outfit, along with simple but stylish

make-up too. | needed to make a good impression. | needed a job. There had still been no responses despite all

the applications | had

sent out.

“You ready to go Bai?” My Dad called up the stairs, and | smiled. He was not wasting the opportunity to go and

see his friend, former Alpha Isaak, again. After we had called the pack and requested an appointment to discuss

the role of teacher in the pack, my Dad had messaged Alpha Isaak to let him know, and instantly he was invited

to calong too. Personally, | think it was just my Dad's way of coming along to keep an eye on me. Ever the

protective father..

| have since learned the two of them had played football together in the inter-pack football squads many moons

ago. Back when my Dad considered himself quite the footballer. Back when he could actually run around without

feeling like he would collapse and have a heart attack. No, | shouldn't be mean, my Dad was still in quite good

shape for a guy his age. That cwith being a Beta of the pack, | guess. He had no choice but to keep training

and had to stay at peak fitness.

| picked up my bag from my bed with my qualifications as well as examples of sof my teaching styles |

preferred. “Coming!” | called, slipping out of my bedroom. Only to be greeted by my older brother leaning on the

doorfrof his bedroom door, with a dirty look upon his face. “I'd say good luck, but...” he paused. “Nope, |

don’t want to. You will f**k it up, like you do everything else.” He says with a nasty laugh.

I rolled my eyes at him, sticking my middle finger up at him, before turning my back on him. before walking

down the stairs to meet my Dad. “Con Princess, let us get you to this meeting.” He smiles, as we move

toward the door, and for once | am actually glad to spend twith my Dad, because he doesn’t seem to be on

my case.

‘Good luck Bailey. | suddenly received a mindlink from Harley. | felt a warm feeling rush. through me. | was

touched that he had even remembered my interview. The two of us had been for ice creams as planned the

other afternoon, and had found plenty to laugh about as we caught up. He seemed quite an easy-going guy, and

really friendly. He seemed quite interested in the fact | had done my degree and asked lots of questions about it.

We had seen each other a couple of times since, casually around pack. And chatted via text and call too. He had

been really enthusiastic forwhen | told him of my potential job interview, knowing how desperate | was to

find work. Though | don’t know if he realized how far away this pack was...

‘Thank you, Harley!" | replied. ‘And thank you for remembering. | am just leaving now.”

“Aww, just in tthen. | just woke up, so | am glad | caught you. You will smash it, sweet cheeks. He tells me

and | hold back a little giggle, he keeps coming up with funny names to call me, knowing they will make me

laugh. But my Dad being withmeans it is not a good idea to be laughing, as | do not need to be explaining

this to him...

“Thank you. | am with my Dad now, so | will speak to you later.! | told him, knowing it wouldn't be

Chapter 17 Bailey

long until my Dad were to notice my glazed eyes to signal | was mindlinking, and then he would be asking

questions. Plus, | would soon lose the ability once we left the pack as we would be too far away from him for the

link to work.

‘Okay Bai, see you soon. Drinks onif you get the job!’ Harley tellscheerfully before cutting the link.

| sit in the passenger seat of the car as my Dad is driving through the quiet roads of pack. Few people would be

about at this tof day. We were setting of quite early as the meeting was scheduled for mid-morning, and we

still had to get there yet. | was nervous, but | was excited too. | had been working toward this since | went away

to study. This is everything | am wanting. | hope they likeand see the potential in me. | am a good teacher, |

know | am...

| feel my mindlink cra ckling like someone is trying to get hold ofand | wonder if Harley is trying to reach me

again, but suddenly a voice | did not want to hear comes through loud and clear, | especially did not want to be

hearing his voice today of all days. Miles. ‘Where the f**k do you think you are going?”

| chose to try and ignore him, knowing we were coming toward the pack gates soon, so hopefully the pack link

would be lost and he wouldn't be able to continue mindlinking me. | go to put my block up, but as | do, he forces

through again. ‘Don’t f**king ignoreBailey. You were told you would stay within the pack. That you belonged

to our pack. Yet you chose to apply for work away from the pack all the same? Go to your interview, or it will

reflect badly on our pack, and you will not make us look bad. You cause us enough issues as it is. But you will not

take that job. Do you hear me? Or | will find ways to make you regret it.”

A cold chill spread across my body at his words. Why would anyone threaten something like that? As my Dad

pulled the car out of the pack gates onto the road ready to drive to Autumn Valley Pack, | was beginning to doubt

my decision now. Miles is not going to allow this. It seemed my brother had

gone running to his friend after all and done exactly as | feared he would. And if they offeredthe job | had so

desperately wanted, Miles would makeregret it, and knowing him, | could only imagine what that could

mean.

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