Book of Exaggerating Clichés

Werewolf cliché #1

    I am the omega of my pack, everyday I get beaten up and treated as a maid. He is the alpha, he is dark handsome and a play boy. I was cleaning the house one day when an intoxicating smell hit me, it smelled like pine cones and masculinity, I looked up and saw him and he saw me. Mate mate my wolf chanted in my head.
      He strolled up to me with that sexy smirk and said, I alpha Black of the Midnight pack reject you omega Samantha. Afterwards he left with the pack slut Trixy who had platinum blond hair and huge fake boobs and fake ass and fake nose and was beautiful. All the members of the pack loved her. That night I balled my eyes out hoping he would come get me. The next morning I woke up early and put on my usual attire made of cement bags.
        A year later I finally left the pack and came back on my badass motorcycle looking beautiful and sexy, all the males wanted me and all the females wanted to be me. My mate walked up to me with big dark bags under his eyes saying how much he loved me and missed me and wanted me back. After three weeks of him chasing me around I realized that I loved him, we got married and had triplets immediately afterwards and lived happily ever after. The end.

I know this isn't the most popular cliché but it is one that makes me so upset and giddy at the same time.