Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC) by Milly Taiden, Mina Carter

Chapter One
    Thump! Crack!
    “Argh!”
    “Evva Castillo! What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Evva’s best friend, Giselle, stood at her bedroom door.
    Giselle’s eyes widened, snapping to the pieces of colorful wood all over the floor. Ten seconds before, Evva had done her best pitcher move and threw the box against the wall, cracking it on impact. The delicate wooden case was a gift during her last birthday from her father.
    Father, hah!
    He’d gone ahead and put her in such a position that royally screwed her. How could he think that marrying her off to some man she barely knew was a good idea? All for a stupid merging of the packs.
    A growl built up her throat. She gripped the glass penguin he’d given her for Christmas, ready to add it to the pile of rubble on the floor.
    Evva flipped a long curl over her shoulder and stuck out her bottom lip. “Did you miss the conversation downstairs? The one where I casually found out about marrying what’s his name—Chip something or other?”
    “Dale Rasmussen,” Giselle winced, rubbing her hands on the sides of her jeans. “I know it’s hard to understand, but he’s a handsome guy who’s stepping up as Alpha of his pack. Doing this will not just be a solid way to unite the packs, but to ensure we thrive.”
    Evva rolled her eyes. “And what about what I want? I don’t know him from a can of paint. Come on. And that last name? Seriously? I hope they don’t expect me to take it. I can’t even say it right.”
    “It can’t be that bad.” Giselle stopped the maid at the door and took the trash scooper out of her hands. “I got it, Mayra.”
    Giselle shut the door to the room and headed for the broken mess. Why couldn’t she have said no? Heck, why didn’t she have the ultimate tantrum and tell him it wasn’t going to happen? Respect. Responsibility. She knew that her father only wanted the best for their pack and that meant she had to swallow her pride and abide by his decisions. Even if it meant losing the precious control she had on her life.
    “Stop that, Gigi. You don’t have to clean up after me,” Evva sighed, putting the glass penguin back on her nightstand.
    Giselle grinned and squatted down. “Well, you look like you want to hurl these pieces at the wall all over again.”
    “Maybe just a little,” Evva grabbed Giselle’s hand, stopping her mid-sweep. “Wouldn’t you hate to have the choice taken out of your hands?”
    Giselle’s shoulders slumped. “I would. I just think you’re going overboard with this. He’s a nice guy with a good pack. And come on, he’s hot. What else do you want?”
    Okay, so maybe Chip wasn’t fugly. He did dress impeccably with his tailor-made suits and hair perfectly in place. He kind of looked like a woman’s wet dream come true, but there was something about him that screamed weak. That alone was enough for Evva to forget all about his pretty boy smiles and not want anything to do with him.
    “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe to not be ordered to marry someone. To be allowed a choice. Now father has put me in a position with no other choice. There’s a contract in place. No tantrum or feelings will change a thing. He gave my word, and he knows I stand by my responsibilities.”
    “You’re your father’s daughter. The most precious and probably most spoiled pack princess.”
    “Gee, thanks.”
    It was true. She was spoiled. Anything she wanted, she got. Being the daughter to a wealthy pack meant she was treated as a princess. Which was why she was so angry over being dictated to about something so important. Who cared if the groom resembled Mr. Big from Sex and the City? She wanted to make her own choice!
    Stupid pack laws.
    “You know you are, so cut it out.”
    “It still doesn’t make it right,” Evva grumbled.
    Giselle picked up the last of the broken music box pieces and stood. She gave Evva one of her teacher-type glares she gave the kids in her class. “You’re too big for tantrums.