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Chapter one Stella's POV I was watching him. Not in the way you think. I have to watch him, after all he is the one who took my diary. Well, not necessarily, we just collided and I freaked out and started talking about Nutella while picking up my stuff I dropped. Then, I walked away like nothing happened. One detail—I left my diary and I think, scratch that, I know he's the one who took it. Well, he's probably a really nice but I don't know him yet so I'll stick to that man. It's also my fault. I was late to geometry and ran, by the time I noticed my diary was gone I was already half way across the school. Mental face Palm. I'm such an idiot! I know what you're thinking. 'Aren't you worried he will read it?!'. Well to put it bluntly, no. He's a new foreign exchange student and doesn't know anybody. Even if he did tell someone, no harm would be done because the school already hates me. I'm the not so popular person, the geek. The bottom of the school chain. The one split end of your luscious hair. Okay, the last one was going too far. By you get the point, right? Stacy— the queen of everybody and their mom, got everyone against me. No I am not gonna tell you some sappy 'she used to be my best friend's story. Truth is, once I got to this high school she hated me just because I told her I wouldn't do her English 1 homework. There aren't really any educated boys that go to this high school, since most of them come from end schools. No problem there, they just aren't very dedicated to their future. So anyways, there aren't any geeky 'do my homework and you can sit with me at lunch' boys in this prison, so she gets geeky girls to do it instead. I mean, I'm pretty sure that she can do her own homework— she's not dumb. Back to the story— (I get distracted a lot) So, she got angry that I said no and now it's like I'm a ripped teddy bear that nobody wants! Well, it's sad that I don't care. I hate people. they're all idiots! Okay, maybe not all of them— but most of them. Every time I look up, I see an 'idiot' doing something stupid. Anyway, back to the present. Right now I'm watching him. He's all alone outside on a bench for lunch. He isn't eating anything and has my diary right next to him while he's staring at a wall looking...amused? I don't think this guy is an idiot but I do think that he is weird. Maybe they're all like that were he comes from. I'm not going to question it. Now, what I'm gonna tell you is really cliché but you have to believe me! This guy is hot. I don't really care, but you do so I'm gonna tell you the 'details'. You do want the details— right? That's how this chapter book thingy works, right? I'm imagining the invisible audience in my head nodding right now. Like I said, it's gonna be cliché but just don't fall asleep on me now! I found out from the school newspaper that his name is Blake (I know— so original! Hope you guys can note the sarcasm.) and he's a transfer student, obviously. I also found out from stalking him for fifteen minutes that he has black hair, forest green eyes and a cute dimple. Yes, only one! That completes 'The Look'. He looks nothing like me. oh! That's right, I forgot to introduce myself! (Such a subtle way to get a description of how you look. Everyone knows that he's not supposed to look like me! That would be downright weird.) My name is Stella and I'm a "geek". I'm the geek. A awesome geek if you ask me. Anyway, I have a light completion, whereas Blake is a light shade of tan— kind of. Okay Stella— enough comparing yourself to him. I get it, you want his babies (and are wondering what they'll look like), but save that for later. I'm obviously kidding. I have dark brown long hair, a straight body (meaning I haven't developed boobs or a butt yet— I have the body of a little boy. But I mean— who doesn't love little boys? Okay— enough sounding like a pedophile. Seriously, you aren't making a very good first impression. Sorry invisible audience.), an amber tone to my hazel eyes, and chunky round glasses that take up half of my face. Not only do I need them to see four feet ahead of
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear
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Alaia POV “Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one d
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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With the pandemic running rampant, Reading at home is the best way to stay safe. “Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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With the pandemic running rampant, Reading at home is the best way to stay safe. “Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained o
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the joke?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the joke?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the posi
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of bed and into bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute, then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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With his good looks and soon to be alpha status, one would think that he would be a man hore sleeping through the entire female population but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. ****** “Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more li
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f_u_ck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of bed and into bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute, then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just
Dreame
“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once
Dreame
“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the f**k?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bea
Dreame - Read Best Romance
“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what the fuck?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me you ass. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and onc
Dreame
“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of bed and into bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute, then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just
Dreame
“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of bed and into bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. Tiny waist, thick hips and thighs, nice round firm behind, and generous boobs to boot. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what?!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me. My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute, then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just