Once Rejected, Twice Desired

Alaia POV

“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottom of the stairs.

I had hit the snooze button one too many times, and now I was going to be late for the last week of my senior year.

I shot out of bed and into my 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 sarcastically thought 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 took a look in the mirror.

Everyone always said how much I looked like my mom, and I saw it more and more every day.

I had her large golden honey-colored eyes and smooth caramel skin.

My long chocolate brown hair almost reached my waist, again just like mom, but mine was curly while hers would have been considered wavy.

I had plump, pouty lips, and a small button nose, which I loved, but I would say that my favorite feature would have been my curves.

Mom blessed me with a fantastic hourglass figure.

At 5’2, I would say that I would have been considered attractive by many, but I’d never dated or even had a boyfriend.

I liked to keep to myself and avoid the drama, so even with my physical appearance, not too many people took the time to approach and get to know me.

I pulled myself out of my haze of thoughts and pulled my hair into a giant 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 had to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it, but I still loved it.

I stopped in front of my vanity and applied a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head downstairs of the packhouse.

On the way down, I took a look at my phone and saw that I had enough time for a quick breakfast before I had to leave.

I did an air “fist bump” before I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

I loved food and was not ashamed to say it.

I said my good mornings as I passed a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and looked over to see more in the dining room. I gave them a wave before I opened the fridge, stuck my head in, and started unconsciously doing my happy food dance.

“Oh, what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I said while scanning the shelves.

My brother Aaron came in, saw me, and being the brat he is he slowly walked up behind me and yelled “Boo” so loud that I let out an ear-piercing shriek, banged my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choked on my heart that had leaped into my throat.

I tried to regain a bit of my composure, which was hard to do with about twenty pack members trying to hide their amused faces. While Aaron’s doubled over laughing, I spun around and landed a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter.

“Alaia, what the fuck?!” he yelled after registering the blow.