The next day
Angie
“Angie, get up,” My mother booms from downstairs. I groan, not wanting to get up before hearing muffled laughter.
Cursing under my breath, I roll over in my bed, my eyes flutter open to see an ass coming toward my face. I shriek before it sits on my face. His laughter grows louder before the bastard rushes off.
“Mom!” I scream. Wiping my face, I find it covered in peanut butter. That’s it, I am going to kill him! Seriously, who wipes peanut butter on their ass and sits on someone’s face? I feel sorry for his future mate. Laughter rings out loudly, and I see my brother Myles’ laughing face as he sticks his head around my door.
“Looking good, sis, new face cream?” he jeers as I jump out of my bed. He shrieks and shakes his ass at me before taking off.
“I am going to kill you!” I shriek, jumping off my bed. Our feet pound on the floor as I chase my brother out of my room and down the hall, skidding along the floor and into the walls. My brother dashes down the stairs to get away from me before sprinting into the kitchen to hide behind mom.
“No running in the house!” My father yells at us as we dart past his office door.
I tackle the little asshole, and he shrieks as I punch him, his laughter only angering me more.
“Hey, what’s going on?” My mother demands, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel over her shoulder.
“He put peanut butter on his ass and sat on my face while I was asleep again!” I snarl out before punching him in the shoulder as hard as I can.
Myles laughs and moans in pain as I continue to beat into him.
“Bloody grub,” I jeer before rolling off him, I kick him in the side, and he grunts.
My mother hands me the tea towel before giving him a stern look and pointing a finger at him. I wipe the crud on my face. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop antagonizing your sister?” she scolds.
“She didn’t look like she had enough beauty sleep, thought I would give her a facial,” my brother snickers as he talks to her.
My mother shakes her head, throwing her hands up in the air, while my brother continues to laugh on the floor. “I give up, you are all a pack of ferals,” my mother accuses, walking back toward the kitchen.
I hate being the only girl and having to put up with my brothers. I growl at him before walking away. “Come on, Angie, don’t be like that, it was just a joke!” Myles calls after me.
Storming into the kitchen, my mother hands me a plate of pancakes. My other four brothers are sitting at the table devouring theirs like animals. They all try to hide their laughter as I walk in.
“Morning, sis,” my oldest brother Tate sings before snickering, I flip him the bird before sitting at the table. He reaches over and stabs one of my pancakes with his fork, attempting to steal it, in turn, I stab him with my fork.
“Get your own ” I growl at Tate, but he still takes one off my plate despite my fork sticking out of his hand.
“Just did,” he grins, and I glare at him. He pulls my fork from his hand, and I sigh before getting up and grabbing a new one, only to turn around to find my plate completely empty.
“Mom!” I complain, she turns, glaring at them.
“You boys will be the death of me, I swear,” she lectures them before handing me her plate. “I will make some more,” she offers with a strained smile. “Leave your sister’s alone this time,” she scolds them before pouring more batter into the fry pan. “Angie, you have laundry duty today after training. Tate, you can do the back lawns, and Myles, for your disturbance, you get to bleach all the bathrooms and toilets.”
“That’s not far, that’s usually Angie’s job!” Myles whines while I stick my tongue out at him.
Tate shakes his head at him before hopping up. “Jasmine is staying the night, mom, she should be here around 5. She said she had to do something before coming over.” My mom smiles at the news, she loves Jasmine, she has become close with everyone. “Well, I will go do the lawn,” Tate offers just as my father walks in.
“No, training first, Alpha doesn’t like you slacking.” We all groan, we train enough at school, but every morning dad still makes us train.
“Fine, but I am pairing up with Myles,” I inform him, glaring at my brother across the table.
“Ooh, scary,” Myles taunts me, and I roll my eyes at him. I pick up a piece of pancake on my fork, covered in maple syrup and I flick it at him, smacking him in the face, smirking as it slides down his cheek.
“See that, dad? She threw food at me,” Myles complains.
“Didn’t see a thing, isn’t that right, princess?” My dad asks, kissing the top of my head, while Myles glares at me. Daniel and Steve laugh at him when dad didn’t scold me.
“That’s right, Daddy,” I smile. Being the only girl also has its advantages, I get away with murder mostly, them not so much.
Once we finish eating, dad has us all in the backyard, sparring. I gladly kick and punch the living daylights out of Myles for putting his ass on my face.
On the last round, I had just pinned him again as my father watched us critiquing us. When Myles stooped to cheating, his fist connects with my breast. I hiss, clutching my boob, “Not so cocky now, princess,” Myles taunts, tapping me on the shoulder as he gets up.
I grab onto his shoulders for support, putting all my weight on him and hold him in place. I bring my knee up quickly between his legs bashing into his balls and he lets out a little oof before falling to the side like a sack of potatoes. His voice emulates a mouse as he hisses out some lovely words.