Jake's POV
"What the hell is on your face!" I yelled at Anabelle.
We were at a pack function. One of the elders of the pack was celebrating his birthday and I was invited to grace the event. Anabelle had just walked into the hall and headed towards me with a smile plastered on her face didn't she look at the mirror and her makeup was totally out of it.
"Our mate is naturally beautiful unlike others." Carl spited.
I ignored him and dragged Anabelle to a corner all eyes were on her.
"What's on your face?"
"Make up, what's wrong with you." She yanked my hand away.
"Didn't you look in the mirror?" I closed my eyes trying to contain my anger.
"You always have a problem with what I do Jake,I dressed this way just because of you."
"I need you to wipe it off." I pointed at her ridiculous makeover that made her look like a clown.
She wasn't going to stand beside me with that on her face.