My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift

　　A perfect day, is it?

　　The next morning came and Roxanne felt more refreshed than ever. She jumped from her bed energetically, yawning heavily as she stretched her hands. She smacked her lips as she inserted her legs into her flip-flops and went straight to the bathroom.

　　This was the usual Roxanne, not the tardy one of the previous day. She hummed and moved her body to a non-existent beat as she nodded her head systematically to a rhythm that played in her head.

　　“Baby don’t hurt me….No more…” She muttered melodiously, forgetting the rest of the lyrics and just filling them up with mode humming sounds. She picked up her brush and paste as she laced the former with the latter. Walking toward the wash, she took a gentle stride and turned to face the mirror as she put the brush in her mouth ready to begin her morning routine. She smiled as she continued humming, she had a good feeling about the day.

　　That feeling didn’t last one more second when she looked at the mirror in front of her.

　　Roxanne stopped dead in her tracks as she gazed upon the appalling sight that stared back at her in the mirror.

　　Her hand fell immediately and she stopped brushing, her full attention was solely focused on the image which reflected back to her.

　　Her hair… It had turned

close attention to the hair which flowed from her head and realised that it matched what she saw in

I just dyed this

first few strands of hair yesterday, and now this today. She initially paid no heed to the few blue strands that first appeared, waving them off as coincidence. But this…

she had woken up early and felt so great, this happens. Of course, she couldn’t take such absurdly colored hair to school, she would have to dye it… Even

　Roxanne walked to school at a slow pace, glancing around her every few seconds to make sure she

as the winter breeze blew at it. She had a winter cap on her head as well as gloves, accompanied by a pink winter jacket and matching boots. Her pants were black,

extra cold, unlike the previous day. Roxanne wondered why, but she decided not to think much about it, instead,

while the cold winds

　The reason she was so conscious about her cap wasn’t that she was worried about the cold

that she didn’t have enough time to dye her hair and dry

wig?” Melissa asked her