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men who want to fuck without finding their mates.” Reggie said. “Besides, have you seen how your father growls at anyone who comes near you? Most are scared to piss him off. Another thing I hate to tell you, your so called girlfriends help you out alot, when they see anyone even looking in your direction, one of the bitches step in. I don’t know why you insist on hanging out with them.”
    “Why can’t you be my mate? Then you could just take care of it, and I would not have to worry about it. And, I hang out with them because guys pay attention to them. I see what they do, and laugh about it. I know I am nothing to look at, but for some reason I intimidate them, I use them as much as they use me. I make a great purse watcher at the bar. One of these days some wolf will look at them because of their beauty and see me, and he will not be able to take his eyes off me. Right?” Casey groaned. She knew her flaws. Men are worried about the virgin thing; too much emotional shit goes with taking a virgin. They also didn’t like the plus size that came along with her package. Let’s be honest, men think that most women who have a little extra padding are insecure, clingy, whiny bitches, which turn out to be crazy stalkers. They want a shallow, skinny slut, which would not expect them to call in the morning.
    “Well, we can’t always have what we wish for, besides it would be like fucking my sister.” Reggie said, shaking in disgust and stood up. “We have the big Pack meeting tonight. Some big wig from another Pack is coming to talk to the Alpha, and we are supposed to greet him. I suggest you pull up your big girl panties, and try and make yourself irresistible. There will be a lot of single wolves out there tonight.”
    Great, just what she needed, a mass rejection. Casey looked at the full-length mirror in her room and frowned. She was short and chunky. At least that is how she saw herself. Boring brown hair that hung to her shoulders and a cute round face, her best feature she thought was her eyes.
    They were bright green, and huge. She was also blessed with long, thick eye lashes that people always commented on. She looked like the girl next door. No one would look twice at her when she was with any of her female friends. They always overlooked that 5’ 2’’ girl who tagged along with the Barbie look-alikes, but there was always hope. The only thing that gave her solace was the fact that none of them had found their mates, and so they could not rub it in her face that they had found bliss.
    Casey had always dreamed she would find her mate. He would be the most gorgeous man. All of her friends would be jealous and for once, when they were talking and gossiping she would be able to join in the conversation, and tell them what a wonderful lover she had. Casey never felt like she fit into the chick scene, no matter how hard she tried, she just did not think that mani/pedi’s were important.
    Casey turned and looked at her curves; she thought they made her look disproportionate. She at least could say she had boobs. When they were young, her friends had stuffed their bras in order to make it look like they were developing. Casey never had that problem, stuffing a D cup size would just be wrong. She could have, in order to make her proportionate to her big hips and rounded worn stilts, but she had no coordination, and would probably look like a bigger fool.
    Some people may say she was fat, but she preferred the term voluptuous. With people visiting the Pack, it meant there would be more single men at the local bar. Casey looked at her wardrobe to find her best outfit to wear tonight. She hoped that maybe she would finally find a stranger to help her out.
    Casey and her father moved to the South Carolina Pack when she was so young, she did not even remember where she lived before. She had the sass and accent of a southern woman, and most time men who were visiting liked it. So far, she had not had the opportunity to