The sun peeked through my window, and I forced myself out of bed. I took a quick shower, brush my teeth, and chose to wear a pair of Jeans and pink shirt with a flower design in the middle. I snorted, the shirt made me look like I'm forcing myself to wear a kid's shirt, it's too tight because of my chest, another day of being me. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see someone unremarkable. As a werewolf without the usual wolfish traits, I feel ordinary. Unlike the tall, slender women in our pack, I am quite different. I'm not slim or conventionally fit like them; instead, I've always had curves that made me insecure growing up-baby fat, long black hair, hazel brown eyes, and freckles. My breasts are too large, my hips too wide-everything about me feels oversized. I used to wish I were slim and tall, but I've long accepted that this is who I am. I don't stand out in the pack; at five foot two, it makes me wonder how the Alpha even noticed me in the first place. Right, he noticed me
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