Aine Ross
𝔸𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕤
I have never been one to believe in this whole mates thing. Oh you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, good job. It’s not like there is some type of goddess up there determining who is right for you. That’s a bunch of bullshit. But that is all besides the point, I have to get up and get ready for work. I can just imagine my wolf shaking her head at me. Hey! It’s not my fault I don’t believe in all this bullshit! She always tells me that when we meet our mate we will know what true love is. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I headed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hazel eyes stared back at me. I ran my hand lazily through my ginger hair. My hair has always been a problem. One minute it’s straight, the next it’s a bird’s nest. I just quickly brushed my teeth and went through my regular face cleanser routine. I washed my face with just warm water at first, cleaning all the dried drool from the corner of my mouth. While my face was still wet I used my face cleanser. It’s basically soap for your face. My sister used to complain to me about how I never wear makeup, but you see, why would I take so much time to clean my face only to put that trash on it. I then speed through the rest of my routine. The toner, Antioxidant serum, Eye cream, my moisturizer, and finally my eye cream. I don’t know why I take 30 minutes applying all this crap to my face, but I feel as though if a whole bunch of doctors say, “Hey use this.” it has to do something...right? I walked into my closet and quickly changed out of my pajamas and into my regular getup. Sweat shirt and jeans. I have always been quite the tomboy, The bigger the sweatshirt the happier I was. I quickly jogged down the stairs and went to the kitchen. I could smell my mothers amazing cooking from upstairs.
“Hello Mama! Whats for breakfast, this smells delicious!” Yes I still called my mother mama, I just never got out of the habit of it. I looked up at my mother cooking eggs. Her golden brown skin shining. Light always made my mother seem as though she was glowing. Though my sister says I get the same effect, I know my glowing could never be on the same level as hers. My mother was just stunning. I’m glad I got most of my features from her, though I wish I got her posture, and the way she holds herself. I have always looked up to her. Even though she wasn’t a Luna, she had the confidence and self respect to hold herself up as if she was.
“Hello dear, Im cooking french toast and eggs.” She always seemed to know exactly what I needed. French Toast was my absolute favorite thing to eat. I showed my excitement by quickly grabbing plates and cups and setting the table. My mother always made one thing clear while raising me, If the table isn’t set, the food won’t be served. Though talking about life lessons in front of my mother always reminded her of my sister and my father. So I usually refrained from saying anything about that. My mother took good care of my sister and I while growing up. Sharing how she got mated to my father any turn she got. She was madly in love with my father... Well that was until 3 years ago my father cheated on my mother. Turns out my father wasn’t my mothers mate. He just cheated on my mother and then walked away with my sister like it was nothing. Sometimes I catch myself thinking if I was good enough for him. Why didn’t he choose to take me also? Was I not good enough for him? Was I not worthy of his love? But I would quickly be reminded by my wolf that this is the same man who broke my mothers heart. And I have to remind myself that I am more than worthy to stay near my mother and take care of her.
“Dear? Were you listening to what I said..?” It seems I got lost in thought again.
“No mama, I’m sorry. Can you please say it again?” I had finished eating at this point and was packing my book bag. I know I don’t sound like I am 23 year old, but I still use the same book bag I used in high school. My bag never failed me then, why would it fail me now?
“I said that the Alpha is visiting your job site today, shouldn’t you dress to impress?” Sometimes I feel as though my mother is just trying to get me out of her house for good.
“Mama! I told you before, I am going to work in what I am the most comfortable in. And I will not dress up for a man who isn’t even my mate. And even if he was, I’m not going to dress up for him even then!”
My mother sighed but nodded, “I know what happened between me and your father rea-”
“Mama.Drop it. It’s not your fault I don’t believe in mates. I just don’t.”
My mother sighed again, “Alright, but you should go now. You will be late for work.”
I checked the time and realized I had to make a hour drive turn into 30 minutes, “Bye mom! See you when I get home!” I then grabbed my car and house keys and ran to my car. I threw my book bag in the passenger seat and drove off. I began to play my favorite song. Though I guess it isn’t an actual song. But I played the Sims 4 when I was younger and the Weeklander song really was my favorite song.
