The Alpha's daughter

Chapter 5 - Pack Meeting

Derek's POV

As the morning sun crept above the trees, I woke up hearing the birds sing through my window. Last night was the best night sleep I've had since my daughter left. The void that had been left in my heart finally disappeared, I was now truly whole again.

"Well I guess I better get breakfast started or I won't hear the end of it from Leah." I said to myself while swinging my legs off the bed. I passed a mirror that I had laying around my room, and looked at my reflection.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that I look like that. I can't go out looking like this, I have to at least fix my hair." I said to myself as I headed into the adjoining bathroom.

I quickly grabbed a comb and started working on straightening my epic bedhead. Half of my hair was falling down like normal, but the other half was sticking up at gravity defying angles. It looks like I was in an explosion, or in a really bad wind storm, either way it had to go, if Leah saw this she would never let me live it down, ever. I love my daughter so much but sometimes I wish that I didn't know her. As I tried my very best to make my hair go the way I wanted to, the more I fought with it, the worse it got. Now the part that initially good was now sticking up and the other side that was sticking up is still sticking up. I looked like a crazy person, like someone who belonged in a mental hospital or something.

"Arghh!! I give up! To hell with it, I need to start making breakfast, I just hope that Leah doesn't make a big deal out of this. Oh who am I kidding, I am never going to live this down." I semi yelled to myself. As I headed to the door, I heard soft footsteps walking in my direction.

"Dad, are you ok? I heard some yelling in here. Is there anything that I can help you with?" Leah asked through the door. I mentally slapped myself for letting this hair problem get to me. I am a grown man, I shouldn't get mad at something stupid like my hair.

"Leah honey, could you come in here for a moment please, I need your help with something." I called. I heard the door being opened, and the footsteps neared the bathroom. I heard her knock again, and I went to open the door. As I opened the door, I prepared myself for the moment where she started to laugh, but it never came. She simply walked in and waited for me to tell her what was wrong. It seemed a little strange but hey I'm not complaining.

"As you can see, my hair decided to hate me this morning, I need your help to tame it at least." I said to her. At that moment she started to giggle. It soon turned into full bouts of laughter that she was clutching her sides and had tears running down her face. I deadpanned her and waited for her little spiel to be done.

"I'm sorry dad, but this is just too funny. You look like you had a serious bad hair day." Leah managed to say through the giggles that had come forth once again. Some days I swear i don't know what to do with her.

"Ha ha very funny, c'mon keep laughing at the guy whose hair decided to rebel against him. Please help me." I said with almost a pleading look on my face. She was the only one who could get me to show that type of emotion.

"Alright, alright sheesh dad it's not my fault that your hair hates you right now, just calm down and sit down on the bed and hand me your comb. I will get it back to normal in no time, don't worry." Leah said while gathering her supposed 'supplies' she had a spray bottle filled with water and in her other hand she had my comb. I complied with her wishes and walked back into the bedroom sitting on my bed. She was the only one that I trusted to sit directly behind me. She quickly came back with supplies in hand, and got down to work.

She started by spraying my hair with water. I had no idea that if this was going to work but I stayed silent even though I thought that this was a disaster and that it would never go back to normal. Leah seemed pretty confident so I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Every time she sprayed my hair she raked my comb through it, and every time she did that, my hair actually listened and went where it was supposed to. After a good solid half an hour, my hair was back to normal. The front was spiked up like normal but everything else was staying down. I don't know what she did but whatever it was, it was some sort of miracle.