The Alpha's Curvy Mate

Clar I groaned at the sound of my blaring alarm clock. ‘Great. Another day at school’, I grumbled at myself, swinging my legs off my bed and trying to get up and get ready for school. I grimaced at myself as I walked past my full-length mirror with my thick brown hair wild against my shoulder, my tank top disheveled from sleeping, with my big stomach peeking, my booty shorts rode up my thick thighs. I fix my clothes and went to my cabinet to fish out the clothes that I’m going to wear. I picked my favorite denim mini skirt paired with a yellow tank top and some camo jacket and my trusty black Chucks with fishnet socks. After hopping in the showing, dressing, curling my hair, and applying a little bit of blush and matching lipstick, I went down to the kitchen and saw my mom cooking my favorite breakfast, chicken fingers with waffles. I instantly drooled at the sight and was about to sit down and gobble up my food when suddenly my dad entered the kitchen. Being the alpha of our pack, he oozes confidence and authority. Don’t get me wrong I love my dad and he loves me but sometimes he rather shows tough love to us. He sat down the table and looked at my plate.  He sighed and said, “Clar, do you remember what I told you? You need to lose some weight before your 20th birthday this coming weekend”  I lowered my head, ashamed of myself. Sure, I am a bit overweight but I do my training well, it’s just that I’m built this way, trust me I’ve done all the diets available out there and with my wolf metabolism, I just knew that my body wouldn’t change now.  “Oh hush honey” my mom chimed in  “Leave Clar and her breakfast alone. A woman needs her protein and waffles!” she ran towards me and kissed my nose.  I heard my father grunt from the other side of the table “Sure, but she needs to be fitter. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t found her mate yet. She needs to find her mate soon and she won’t be able to do that looking like that” As soon as he said that, it felt like I was slapped hard. I don’t want to cry in front of them, especially when the rest of the pack is now beginning to pour in the kitchen to have breakfast. So I quickly stood up, kissed both my mom and dad, and bolted towards the door, not touching my favorite breakfast.