Alpha Derek

21

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"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"

I groan and press my ear into the pillow to block the noise.

"Come on Derek, it's that time where you introduce your mate to your parents. Remember the mate you've been hiding for 3 days? Remember those parents that educated you and fed you and gave you shelter but you never found a way to pay them back for all their generosity? Yeah, those parents Derek. Oh, here's an idea, maybe you can show your appreciation by letting them know you found a mate– proving to them that there's hope for you after all. And then maybe you can announce you've impregnated that mate and their first grandchild is on its way, that way they might just forgive you for keeping your mate a secret."

I grab another pillow and squeeze it over my head to cover the other ear, grunting to express my disapproval.

"Also, your mate is teetering at the edge of your bed, she's on the verge of bashing her head into your hardwood floor."

I shoot up and grab for the end of my mattress only to find nothing. I peek over the edge, seeing that my hardwood floor is empty as well. I sigh and turn around to address my sniggering sister. "Seriously?" I shake my head.

She shrugged. "It worked."

"Where is she?" I ask.

"Downstairs, eating breakfast."

I lift my eyebrows. "Really? You managed to feed her? How come she woke up before me anyway?" What with my heightened senses and all.

"Yeah, it's weird you know. She was the one who came hopping downstairs while I was whipping the pancakes, saying she smelled—"

"Pancakes. Of course." I slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.

"I've put out your clothes for you." Macie piped behind me.

I glance at the pile of folded clothes sitting atop my study table. "What're you upto?" I squint at her. The gesture was too nice for it to be sinless.

She shrugs and blinks innocently, before dashing downstairs.

Finding a hairtie, I put my hair up in a quick bun and get to cleaning myself up. When I'm done brushing and bathing, I dry myself with the towel and reluctantly put on the jeans Macie put out for me. I hate wearing jeans; I'm more of a shorts guy. Actually, I'm more of a be-as-naked-as-I-can-be kind of guy. And shorts are the closest thing.

I look in the mirror as I button up my shirt, which is an abnormally bright selection for me, being a shade of yellow. As I'm folding up the sleeves, I realise it's not my shirt at all.

Macie, I apprehended, rolling my eyes. I've never in my life shopped for myself, all my clothes are either bought by my sister or my mother. As I said, I have a loathing for clothing.

Hey, that rhymed. I grin stupidly at myself in the mirror as I untie my messy bun, making a tidy up-knot in place, so that it doesn't keep falling in my face throughout the day. I'm a hermit; but luckily for me, man buns are in stlye. Not that I'd care, but no one finds it unusual anymore for a young entrepreneur to have long hair when I go into town. It works out perfectly for me; no disguise needed.