Kidnapped By My Mate

Chapter 25

Cheyenne

After making muffins with Shelby I had found Markus staring at me, which was extremely creepy.

After we had set up all the muffins on the table, and I found Markus staring at me, Shelby pulled me to her room, which was extremely adorable.

It was all a light purple with brown accents in it, she wasn't a girly girl but she wasn't a full on tomboy either.

She wanted me to help her get ready so she pulled me to her dresser. I just followed behind not really caring what we did. Shelby gestured to the dresser and said, "Will you pick out my clothes for me?"

I just smiled and nodded, opening the drawers and looking through them. She has a lot of little kid clothes but then ones that I might wear if they had been in my size.

Once I had skimmed through the clothes I looked back at Shelby, figuring out what would look good on her.

I instantly knew and pulled out all the necessary articles of clothing for the outfit, handing them to Shelby and she took off to the bathroom.

After she changed we sat down on her bed and I French braided her bangs, letting the rest fall down her back smoothly.

||I don't remember giving a description of Shelby so here is one that I see her as now, but if I gave her one previously please tell me.||

She got up once I finished and looked at herself in the mirror. Her, not light but not dark, brown hair went down to about the bottom of her shoulder blades and her green eyes could be seen perfectly with her hair framing her face the way it did. Shelby's outfit included black skinny jeans, some cute Mickey and Minnie Mouse socks and a plain gray hoodie with orange tribal print on the cuffs and bottom.

She squealed and tackled me in a hug, good thing I hadn't gotten up from the bed, I might've fallen over.

"I love it C!" Shelby said, hugging me even tighter. Well at least someone liked my fashion sense.

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Markus

The next time I saw my mate was when she was tugged down the stairs by Shelby, who loved her. If someone had walked in and saw them, they would probably think they were siblings.

That's when I noticed Shelby's hoodie. Dylan and Shelby have lived in the pack house all their life because their parents were killed in a rogue attack a couple months after Shelby was born. I remember when Shelby got that hoodie.

It was her last birthday, Dylan had gotten her that hoodie, and Shelby didn't like it. She tried to act like she liked it for Dylan but it was clear she hated it.

But here she was being fine wearing it, she looked adorable, but she hadn't worn it at all yet, so why now? My eyes traveled back to my mate who was just disappearing into another room, the game room, it probably had to do with Cheyenne.

I shook my head getting back on task, making the perimeter harder to cross, I need to keep my mate safe.