Soraya's POV
She might as well have declared a war. I spent exactly an hour picking out the s*xiest dress in my wardrobe for Genevieve's birthday party. Since she wanted to be b*tchy and play dirty, I would show her that two could play this game. My wolf howled in agreement, sending warmth through me as I held out the red dress in front of the mirror.
Slowly, I unzipped it and stepped into it. Once I zipped it up and fastened all the bows, I admired my reflection in the mirror, a wicked smirk forming on my lips as I saw just how s*xy I looked. The dress was fierce, hugging my body in the right places and drawing attention to the curves I always forgot I had. The back of the dress was open, save for the crisscross design the ropes made. It was all complete with a very high slit that broug
