The bed I wake up in is soft and squishy.

I roll over thinking about the dream I just had.

As if I would ever be mated to an alpha.

You should really open your eyes...

I begrudgingly open my eyelids to see a room I don't recognize as my own.

Yeah, you really are a dipsh*t. It wasn't a dream.

Great. Just great.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 8:49 AM.

I groan before rolling over.

And right onto the floor.

"Ow! Sh*t that hurt!" I rub my head. No doubt Zaiden felt the small pain thanks to the mate bond.

After a few minutes I look once more to the clock. 9:12 AM.

Okay so a bit more than a few minutes.

As I go to walk to what I'm assuming is the door to the hallway a piece of paper catches my attention.

For my beautiful mate,
The bathroom is the door to the right. In there there is fresh towels and some clothes that will hopefully fit you.
Sorry, they were originally my sisters. I hope they fit.
The kitchen is downstairs. Help yourself.
I'll be out for a bit, I have to sort of this stuff with Kat.
Kat's my horse if I didn't tell you. She's not my girlfriend or anything like that.

If only he knew...

I ignored Kat's comment and continued reading.

I should be back around 2:30ish.
I'm sorry I can't be with you until then.
Mica and Nari (my sister and her daughter) will happily show you around.
Have fun with Nari. She can be... a handful.
I'll see you later today.
-Zaiden

I shrug before going to empty my bowels and shower.

+++

I struggle to wiggle into the jeans that Zaiden left me. It seems that his sister and I don't have very alike figures.

I have big hips, where as these jeans show that whoever wears them must have the worlds smallest ar$e to fit in them.

The pink -ew pink- top that was with them is tight around my boobs.

I won't lie. I love my body. I love how I have one boob bigger than the other and that that's not my only flaw. I love my body and all its flaws. If I didn't have them I wouldn't be me. I don't care if my four pack is made of two boobs and two fat rolls. That's me, and nothing can change that. I don't care if my legs flatten out to approximately the size of Russia when I sit. That's me. I love everything about myself.

Except the waves in my hair. They drives me nuts! I could have been straight or curly but it went for a hybrid that I'm forever struggling with.

I manage to get the jeans on and then start the struggle with the zip.

Eventually I learn that its easiest if you lay down -on a bed for example- and take a deep breath in you can just manage to get the button done.

It seems Zaiden thought of everything as I start attacking my hair with the brush he also left.

My hair is the colour of Kat's coat. Light brown, almost a dirty blond. Well a very dark dirty blond.

It reaches the small of my back and about half of it is dyed with a blue wash-out. Mum let me do it just this once for my birthday.

Mum. Oh how I miss her. And Dad. Jane. Thunder/Thomas. Zeus and Flicka.

I miss them all.

When you get a phone you can call them and tell them you're alright.

As much as I hate to admit it, Kat's right. I just have to hold onto that hope.

Noticing the top is way to small I shrug it off and find Zaiden's wardrobe pulling out a black and blue plaid tee-shirt -with is covered in his scent of chocolate and lemon- before putting it on myself. I leave the bottom few buttons undone before grabbing the corners of the shirt and tying them twice in a knot.

That's better.

+++

The smell of cooking pancakes fills the air when I walk down stairs.

In the kitchen stands a young woman who looks like an older version of Nari. I'm guessing its Mica or an aunt of Nari's on her dad's side.

The woman carefully flips out two perfectly round pancakes before laddeling in more mixture. She hums a quiet tune.

She doesn't know we're here.

She grabs a pancake that looks like it didn't turn out so well and breaks some off and eats it.

Wow. She's so much like you!

I clear my throat making her spun so she faces me.

Her eyes go wide as if I just caught her picking her nose.

"U-u-um..." She stutters. "Hi... do I know you?" Her eyebrows furrow.

"Oh, I'm ah, I'm Zaiden's mate, Al-"

"Alisa! Of course!" She cuts me off. "Of where are my manners?" She outstreaches a hand. "I'm Mica. Zaiden's amazing sister."

I grab her hand to shake but she has other plans and uses my hand to pull me into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm guessing you're Nari's mother then." I say when she releases me from her clutches.

"Yup. That's me. Its good to see the pants fit."

Fit?! 20 minutes of struggling and you think they fit!

"I didn't think the top would fit. I'd tried telling Zaiden that it had been through the dryer and that's why I didn't wear it anymore, but right or wrong he wanted that top." She smiles at me. "He's... very... demanding."

"How so?"

She smirks before shaking her head. "Would you like some pancakes? I accidentally made way to much batter." She explains, dragging out the 'ay' in 'way'.

"Yes please."

Mica hands me the plate with the two freshly flipped hotcakes and points to a collection of conidments.

I grab a butterknife and butter both the pancakes before grabbing the jar of salty goodness.

"OH MY GOD!" I hear Mica scream, resulting in me jumping in fright. "Sorry. I just thought I was the only one who put Vegemite on pancakes."

I look at her mortified. "Are you kidding? Vegemite plus pancakes is like... words can not even describe!"

She smiles. "I like you more and more."

"Why, thank you."

I spread the Vegemite on my pancake before tearing parts of my pancakes off and feeding myself.

One word. Heaven.

~~~~~~~~~~

My stomach is now growling wanting vegemite and pancakes.

As you've probably guessed in this chapter, they're Australian.

So yep. Add that Ozzie sexiness into the mix!

I also want to thank BookwormClarinetist for giving me the idea of the Zaiden POV chapter I had, and being my 'werewolf expert' seens as I didn't know much about them. And also for being there to support my book, giving me awesome comments and most of all, just reading.

-TheDivergentGames_75

27/02/2016