Dominating Alphas

The Aftermath

After that awkward first meet with Grayson, Alpha Aaron and Jason, I had run back home to tell Michael all about it. Michael's my best friend, we've lived together for the past ten years, we're practically siblings. Since I'm an only child and so is he, we're each other's honorary siblings.

"Michey!" I shouted, bursting into the house, "You will not believe who I just met!" Instead of Michael, I saw Margaret, Michael's mom, in the kitchen, cooking, and bent down to give her a quick peck on the cheek. She was the shortest - only five four - out of all of us, but she was the prettiest with her long, golden hair and almond-shaped, brown eyes that always twinkled when she was up to no good. She was also the girliest, Margaret was always trying to put me in a dress or apply make-up on me. I always managed to escape with my lame excuse that I was allergic to all the make-up products she tried to put on me.

"Hey, Mom." After the first three years of living with the Griffins, Margaret and John had allowed me to call them 'Mom' and 'Dad' since my father was never home and my mother had died right after I was born.

She smiled at me, revealing deep dimples, "I'm making fried chicken for lunch, wanna help?"

Rolling my eyes I answered, "Unless you mean help eat it then nah, I'm good."

Margaret gave me a playful smack on my head, which was quite hard for her considering I'm a foot taller, scolding, "You, Michael and John are all so lazy. You're a woman, Taylor-"

"I OBJECT!" I protested, slamming my hand on the kitchen counter. "I am, by no means, a lady. I'm anything but a woman!" Throwing my arms up for dramatic effect, I gave her a look of exasperation. Where the hell was Michael? This conversation is gonna get awkward soo-

Mom stared at me and raised a perfect, blond eyebrow, "You got a vagina?" Too late.

At that moment of embarrassment, Michael finally decided to show up. "Wow, Mom, are you giving Taylor the 'Woman Talk' again? The last time was because she got her first peri-"

"YOU SHUT UP, MISTER!" I cried, my cheeks flaming red. I turned to Margaret, "OF COURSE I DO, BUT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SUBJECT WE'RE DISCUSSING." Michael, sensing my distress and being the great guy he was, left me there to deal with his mom alone and went up to his room cackling. The twat.

She just chuckled, "Hey, don't put the blame on me! You were the one who said that you weren't a woman. If you weren't, like you say you are, then you wouldn't have a vagina."

Then, because Karma freaking loves me, John came into the kitchen. "Margaret, are you and Taylor having the 'Woman Talk' again? The last time was because she got her first peri-"

"DOES EVERYONE KNOW THAT?" Throwing my arms up again, I stomped out of the kitchen with Margaret and John snickering. "STOP IT, YOU GUYS!" As soon as I was out of the kitchen, I ran up the stairs to Michael's room, my face the color of a tomato.

Michael was already in there, organizing his CD case when I came in. "Mom and Dad embarrass you again?"

Glaring, I sharply replied, "Yes. But you did a lot to help. Oh, wait, no you didn't. WHAT THE HECK, MICHAEL? YOU LEFT ME FOR THE SHARKS!"

He rolled his aqua blue eyes, "Aw, shut up, Taylor. You know you can handle them, quit being such a sensitive wuss." I didn't answer, I was too busy pulling a face at him. He smacked the back of my head earning an 'Ouch!' from me. Michael then turned and continued cleaning his case before asking, "So what did you want to talk about?"

I stared at his broad back a bit longer, had he grown taller?

Yes, my wolf answered. He's taller than us now. We used to be the same height.