Page 13 of Her Bully Alpha

I forced a laugh as Henrik brought her over. His arm was wrapped around Sammy, holding her close to him.

"Sammy, this is Maddox, Jones, Frank, and Aaron. This is Sammy, my sister and now Jay's wife."

The guys all gave her a polite smile. "Congratulations."

In return, she gave them a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. It was clearly forced. I could see she was uncomfortable.

"They are bringing out food," I said, pointing over to the tables.

She looked past me and must have thought it was a good idea. Henrik went with her, and I sighed.

"She seems nice," Aaron said, watching them walk away. I watched her, knowing she was uncomfortable and the only person she could lean on was her brother. Their parents weren't around, so she couldn't even look to them for guidance.

I straightened my shoulder. I had to at least make sure she was comfortable above everything else. I could do that, at least.

As the party winded down, I drove us home. Sam was quiet the entire ride, and the music filled the silence. As we pulled up in front of my house, I glanced at Sam, expecting a reaction, but none came. She didn't say a word as we parked and headed inside.

There was a moving van parked in the driveway, and I suspected we would have to get her stuff moved in tomorrow. Just another thing we had to figure out.

We headed inside, and I flicked the light on, brightening up the entryway. My house was large, grand, really. It consisted of five bedrooms, a huge living room, and a grand staircase that led upstairs. There was a basement, which had an open game room and a TV projector. I had a lavish lifestyle, but I could afford it.

Sam sighed heavily as I shut the door, locking it.

"I'll have a key made for you tomorrow, but we have a key code you can also use. I'll write it down for you."

Sam grunted and bent over, slipping her shoes off. She tossed them aside and took a step on the tile floor. I raised an eyebrow at her as she reached her hands behind herself and started to unzip her dress.

"What are you doing?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what she was doing.

"I'm getting out of this dress. I feel like a puffy pastry." She continued to unzip it, and I reached out, stopping her.

"You're in the entryway."

Yeah, like that was the reason to make her stop. My wolf growled at me.

She looked over her shoulder at me and rolled her eyes at me. "Why does that matter? I'm your wife, after all. And I have a slip-on underneath this. It isn't like I'm stripping down naked."

I swallowed, still not wanting to see her half-naked. I shouldn't say I didn't want to see it because I did, especially after how wonderful she looked in the wedding dress. But I didn't know what my body would do, how I would react to her half-naked. My mind might not be completely on board, but my body had another thing going entirely.

"The bedroom to the right of the stairs and down the hallway is yours. You can go get undressed up there. You can have that side of upstairs."

She turned to me, crossing her arms. "That side of upstairs?"

I nodded. "Just because we're married doesn't mean I want to completely uplift your life. You have two bedrooms and a bathroom. If you want to turn one of the bedrooms into an office, we can arrange that. As for the other side of the upstairs, that will be my space. We will share the main floor and the basement."

She looked surprised at this.

"We can unpack the moving van tomorrow and put everything where you would like it."

"Alright," she said, turning on her heels and marching up the stairs. I watched her dress trailing behind her. She took a right turn and went down the hallway. I heard a door open and close. I exhaled heavily and pinched my eyes, knowing this was just the beginning.

Chapter 6 - Sam

I tapped my foot impatiently as I rode the elevator up to the second floor. I was tired from little sleep last night. The room that Jay gave me was extravagant. It had a large king bed with a canopy. A huge chest was at the foot of the bed filled with blankets. The bedroom had a massive walk-in closet and a bathroom with an oversized soaker tub. I had been tempted to use it last night, but decided against it.

I stripped out of the wedding dress and tossed it aside. As amazing as I had looked, I felt it was an insult to me. I wore it because I was forced to, not because I wanted to.

I found my clothes had already been put in the closet, and I hated it.

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