An unclichè alpha

Sayrose POV

"Spencer you as-" My yelling was cut off by my mother.

"Sayrose I suggest you rethink your words." She said sternly in my ear.

"Spencer you butt licking fart hole!" I yelled running after him speeding by Mikah my oldest brother, who might I add was laughing like a hyena. I ran through the kitchen and up the few steps to the open glass doors to the living room. I looked around carefully trying to spot the short brown haired idiot. I bolted through the living room and up the carpeted stairs to all of our rooms.

I ran into the twins room and spotted Spencer hiding behind his bed snickering. I ran and leaped over the blue bed sheet tackling him to his floor. We wrestled for about ten minutes before he ended up winning pinning me to the ground.

I growled at a smirking Spencer who was very proud he had won. I was about to spit in his face until I herd my mother yell dinner. It sounded like a stampede of feet running down the stairs. I jumped up and bolted down to the kitchen pushing Spencer and Easton out of my way.

I finally made it to the wooden kitchen sitting between Easton and Mainor. My oldest brother came in talking to my dad about pack business. We all sat squirming in our seats waiting for the food to appear.

While waiting I looked around the kitchen table at my siblings, I was the only girl and I was the youngest. It's tough. I have 5 older brothers. My oldest brothers name is Mikah and he's 22, he has short spiked dark brown hair. Then theirs the first set of twins Easton and Jonah who are 20 both of them look alike in the face but Easton has light brown hair and Jonah has blonde hair, both of them have short spiked hair. Then there's the second set of twins Spencer and Mainor, they are identical twins with medium length brown hair. Their hair is side swept in opposite directions. We all had bright green eyes. My hair was an ashy brown and reached the bottom of my waist.

My mothers slim figure appeared at the end of the table with a big plate of fried chicken. The plate didn't touch the table and the boys were yanking prices left and right. Before we could even take a bite my dads voice boomed in the kitchen for us to stop.

He made us put our chicken down and pray to thank god for our meal and to be blessed in our pack ranking. After we thanked God we continued to stuff our faces with fried chicken and Mac and cheese. We were growing wolves so we need lots of food. We all finished and rushed mom out of the kitchen to do the dishes. We respected our parents a lot so we tried to help a lot.

Spencer and Easton did the dishes while Mainor put dishes away. I wiped down the table and Jonah mopped the floor. Mikah had excused himself to do paper work.

After we finished we all departed. I went up to my cute mint green room and pawed my feet at my soft carpet. Walking to my white stressed dresser I pulled out a hot pink sports bra and white Sophie shorts. I slipped them on and pulled my tennis shoes over my socks. I grabbed my iPod and headphones bolting down the stairs to our little gym. Before I got past the living room I was stopped by my mom.

"Rosie after your workout we need to talk serious things. " I sighed and nodded. I already knew what it was about. My eighteenth birthday was in 3 days and I was to go into heat. From there my mate would smell my arousal and follow it to me to "end my suffering."

I entered the gym and continued to think about the subject while running on the tread meal. I was so nervous I mean what if he didn't like me? What if he was so far it took him a long time to get to me? What was I going to wear?!

All these questions swarmed through my mind as I continued to run faster and faster. After thinking about it for a little while I got off the meal and began working on cardio doing intense crunches and painful sit ups. After I was done I walked up to my room to my shower. I turned the hot water on and let it burn my skin soothing the contracted muscles.