Instinct of the Wild

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I literally have the biggest headache ever... and I never get headaches. 

Second update this week. You're welcome<3

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 I groanded and rolled over and off my bed, the duvet and sheets entangling with my limbs and tumbling down with me as I crashed into the hardwood. I layed there, wallowing in my boredom.

I had been on "house-arrest" for a day and a half, and I was absolutely livid, not to mention irritable and snappy. I threw a plate of food at the wall on my first day, and my father berated me for half an hour while I held in the urge to cry and whine about the unfairness of my life. 

Being in season was unbearable, almost like being on your period minus the blood, but amplified ten times. At the best of times I was starving, but when it really hit me I had been ravenous: I tore two cupboard doors off their hinges in my search for anything to sate my insatiable hunger. I had consumed an entire turkey my parents had been saving for guests.

My father stayed as far away from me as possible, and only came to check up on me once a day. I hadn't even realized Finn had been missing from the picture until father had mentioned something about him sent off to aleviate his issues. My mother; however, was mush more sympathetic to my plight and frequently checked up on me, running me hot or cold baths dependant on how hot or cold I was feeling. She was a true goddess in my eyes, and I couldn't have been more thankful for her help. Though with my constant whining, protesting and complaining, I doubt she knew the extend of my gratitude.

Pressing my head against the floorboards, I could hear her singing along to the radio in kitchen. The last time she had been up she had briefly mentioned cooking me something for lunch. I inhaled, and could smell tomato soup cooking on the stove. My stomach made its hunger known for the umpteenth time that hour and I was glad my mother was already tending to its needs. 

I wiggled along the floor, the covers half drapped on top of me as I searched for a cool spot to lay. The vent was blowing up cool air, and I released a content sigh as I draped my body ontop of it. I had gotten a decent amount of sleep, so I wasn't terribly cranky or achy today, though I know it would only progress as the weeks went on. 

The only solution to my problem was to mate or wait it out, and I'd gladly choose the latter any day of the year. No way did I want someone guarding me like a pyrenese to its sheep. I wanted to experience life for a bit, and it didn't help that I was a natural introvert. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't like people or they didn't like me, I just had less-than-great social skills and prefered to be off on my own where I could be myself. With a mate, I'd never be alone. 

A knock on my door had me shooting up from my rigid position on the ground and eyeing the door. My nostrils flared and I inhaled the languid smell of tomato soup and moaned, excited to devour it. The door opened and I was surprised to see who had entered. Alpha and Marlyn entered my dark, cool room, Marlynn holding a ceramic bowl in her hands. How could I not have heard them come in?

As if reading my thoughts, Marlynn spoke up, "We entered through the back door." I snorted, "Or rather, the lackthere of." She winked and strode over to me, like my intense bedhead and my only attire being a sports bra and short exersize shorts didn't bother or surprise her in the least. "Here you go honey, your mother told us she was just about to bring this up to you."

I hastily took it from her outreached hands and began to greedily slurp it up from the spoon in the bowl. Meanwhile, Naveen and Marlynn walked over and sat on my coverless bed, their bodies sinking into the lilac slip. I eyed them curiously over my bowl before I decided the spoon wasn't working well enough for me and discarded the metal utensil on the ground. I tipped the bowl and began gulping it down.