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

mind off things. First things first. Everyone had to be distracted, or they would notice her escape. She smiled at the other girls who would not— no matter how much she mentally begged them to—stop gushing over Chip and how handsome he was.
    She was pretty dramatic, but acting as if she were actually enjoying herself was turning out to be harder than she thought. Her smile kept slipping, and her brows wanted to dip down in a scowl. What was the obsession with Chip? He could double as a damn Ken doll. All perfectly put together. Any man who was prettier than her was not her type.
    “So, are you and Dale going on a honeymoon?” her friend, Ann, asked.
    Evva’s other cousin Lainie clapped excitedly and bounced in her seat. “Oooh! Yes, tell us about the wedding.”
    Frickin’ hell.
    What she wanted was to tell them to shut the hell up about Chip and his baby face or his perfectly cropped hair. The eye-twitch she was known for was going to be a dead giveaway on how angry she truly was.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” the person on stage spoke. “Let’s begin our Karaoke night!”
    The crowd broke into screams and claps.
    Wonderful. She so needed to get out of there, yesterday. A light bulb turned on in her head. “Oh my gosh!” she turned to her friends. “Go sing Super Freak for me.”
    Giselle giggled and sipped on her drink. “You’re crazy.”
    “Come on! You know we used to sing that all the time while we were in college. It will be fun. I’ll be here cheering you on.” Evva grinned. Her cheeks hurt from how hard she tried to keep the smile going. Frantically nodding, she shooed them toward the stage. “Do it for me. It’ll mean so much.”
    Giselle smiled with genuine amusement.
    For a moment, Evva felt like the world’s biggest jerk, but then she remembered how Giselle would get to pick her own groom. Evva wouldn’t.
    “Alright,” Giselle agreed, and the women headed for the stage. “Come on, girls. Let’s give our bride to be a show.”
    Evva waited until they were busy answering the DJ’s questions before making a mad dash for the door. Her heels clicked on the pavement, drumming away the tightness in her chest and breaking the door to the wonderful freedom she’d wanted.
    Now, all she had to do was find a place to drink a little, or a lot, without any of her family or friends telling her what a wonderful thing it was to merge packs.
    Scuffling and voices sounded behind her. They grew closer. Louder. Adrenaline rushed through her, urging her to move her ass. She made a quick turn down an alley.
    Palms slick with sweat, she leaned against the back of the building, surrounded by darkness. God, she hoped leaning so close to a dirty building would keep her from getting caught. She didn’t want to think of the years of grime on the wall rubbing her bare back.
    After a few moments of holding her breath, she listened hard but didn’t hear anyone enter the alley. Then raucous laughter, music, and cursing drew her attention further into the darkness. She followed the sounds deeper into the alley and to a plain, metal door.
    She pushed it open and smiled. Now this was more like it. The room was dark, but she could still see clearly. One of the benefits of her nature. It was a bar, but that was where the similarities with the place she’d left her friends ended.
    There was a bar at one end of the room, true, but if any of the chairs crowded haphazardly around the tables matched, then she’d have been very much surprised. Several of them showed signs of repair, as battle-worn and battered as the tables they sat around. The floor underfoot stuck to the soles of her shoes as she ventured further in. There was a lot of leather on show. Not the cutesy, designer sort of leather she was used to seeing. This was more worn-in, worn-all-the-time leather that belonged on the back of a bike.
    Shit. She’d walked smack-bang into a damn biker bar. Blinking, she backed up a few steps. A girl like her so should not be