My Brother Is Not My Mate.

BAD MORNING.

“LYCANDRA! LYCANDRA!’

I turned to the other side of the bed, putting a pink pillow over my messy hair.

Though my saliva had dried at each side of my lips and the strands of my hair, which were struck with it, tasted horrible because of how good I was enjoying my beauty sleep.

Well, I didn’t care.

My sleep was just too good enough to give a damn about my mom’s callings.

I turned a deaf ear to my mother’s calls and didn’t care.

She was so loud and the entire house was shaking because of her loud tone.

I bet the entire country heard her.

As the daughter of the Alpha leader of the Mackenzie Clan, I don’t need to be disturbed by anyone and ruin my face with black bags and pimples because my mom wouldn’t let me sleep and wants me to wake the hell up.

And go to school.

An individual who doesn’t get enough sleep creates pimples and disrupts the hormones.

I sighed with a smile and went on with my beauty sleep when the door furiously slammed open.

I sniffed my mom’s scent and pretended to be fast asleep again.

“Lycandra, it’s time to get out of bed. It’s time for school.’ she announced.

“Hmmm…” I pretended to turn when she yelled again. “I know you are awake. Get out of that bed and go make yourself useful. How many times do I have to instruct you to always wake up early? What is wrong with you?!”

“Mom, I’m coming!” I said, emphasising my words.

“Listen, I don’t want to come upstairs and remind you again, young lady, or else I will have to report you to your father.’ She informed me and shut the door behind her.

If she reports to my father, my life will be doomed to failure.

Well, I know her pretty well to not do that to me.

She loves me so much to want to report me to my dad.

And besides, what’s making her so mad this morning to want to threaten me? Was Dad not at home again?

Didn’t she suck my father’s d**k this morning? I heard women who don’t always have s*x are always in a bad mood.

Just because I didn’t wake up early to take my bath doesn’t cause any trouble. She should stop being a busybody and let me be.

It’s not like she cares about me, anyway.

This is my life and I decide what I want to do with it.

Not her.

She should continue dreaming on and once I’m eighteen, I’m getting out of this house.

I should go back to sleep anyway and stop worrying.

Nay, she’s just making noise, good riddance.

She is gone for. That is satisfactory.

Before she came back, I would have taken my bath, eaten my breakfast, and gotten ready for school too.

She’s just bluffing, trying to scare me. Give me a few minutes, just a little sleep and then I will be awake in seconds.

I dozed off, for heavens knows how long, I tried ignoring the alarm clock; it wasn’t working for me and the horrible sound of it was pissing me off as it persisted.

Fuck, what the hell?

I kicked the stupid alarm clock, which refused to stop ringing, and groaned, taking the pillow off my head and covering it with my face.

RING! RING!

“Ahhh,’ I shouted in frustration, got up angrily to knock it off for good, and realised it was nearly seven in the morning.

“Molly crap, what in the f*****g frogs’ world is going on?’ I jumped out of bed and dashed towards the bathroom, taking off my nightwear so I could brush my teeth and take a quick bath.

I should have known not to take a little sleep instead of getting up.

The minute mom woke me up, I can’t believe I slept for two freaking hours and the sun was already out.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Why didn’t Lyulph wake me up? Did he leave for school without me? How dare he?

I looked around at my luxurious room and saw no sign of Lyulph and he wasn’t even in bed, the place devoid of any presence.

Did he really leave without telling me he was leaving?

This is so unfair. What kind of big brother was he? Why didn’t the maids wake me up?

Oh, I remember. I told them not to wake me up again. They always do that early in the morning and it’s dehydrating to my skin.

Crap, just the thought of brushing my mouth was annoying.

Standing in that cold, wide bathroom even with my slippers on is not satisfying enough.

Should I call someone or a Beta in here to warm up the bathroom?

The bathroom was freaking cold.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a wolf or something, because no matter how long I turn the heater on, it just isn’t working.

Anyway, I need to be quick about this and get the hell out of here; I hate taking my bath in the morning, except in the afternoons and evenings, that time the weather is pretty warm and cool, this is California we are talking about.

Have you ever gone to school without brushing your mouth?

There was a time I got lazy and sprinkled mouth spray into my mouth to make it smell nice because I don’t want to touch the cold water.

Well, in my case that didn’t work out for me, the breath of my mouth went from sleep breath to the smell of rotten eggs and my friends made fun of me all day long at school because of it.

They mocked me all day long.

Since that day, I had promised myself to never go to school without brushing my mouth again.

And figuring out that I have an awful breath if I don’t brush my mouth, it’s pretty embarrassing.

For anyone to discover that sort of thing, especially from a beautiful alpha like me, was very shameful.

I would turn into a laughingstock and be the topic of the headlines tomorrow.

The shame would be too much to swallow in no matter how anyone tried to control me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dirty or anything, I’m as clean as a snow, baby, but I just get lazy and bored staring at the mirror brushing my teeth and doing nothing, which irritates me and I hate the cold.

I wish I could switch some music on or something to keep me entertained, but my father hates music and would kill me for it.

And keeping a dirty mouth is disgusting, right?

I know, but it’s exhausting when washing the heck out of them.

What if I want to kiss someone someday? Wouldn't my breath stink if I didn’t learn how to love brushing my teeth?

Thinking of that too is terrifying.