Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

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I watched the weather changing, feeling the power that radiated through it. There was a kind of electric current that I could feel even on my skin. I could feel it; I could sense it and I could almost taste it.

It was powerful, I admit, but it still had nothing on me. After all, I had two extra scepters to give me a boost, while I doubt she could even summon hers.

I knew what was happening. It was obvious as day. She was losing control. She had bottled it up for so long that finally it was spilling out of her whether she wanted it or not.

I know my sister like the back of my hand. We shared a womb and did almost everything together. How could I not know how she tics?

She was never good at mastering her powers. They had always overwhelmed her whenever she tried to use them. It's something that she has struggled with since we were little girls. While I flourished at controlling mine, she failed miserably at controlling hers.

One of the things I contributed to that was because she wasn't serious in her training. She would be distracted a lot of the time and had the attention span of a child.

I used to resent her for that at times. I couldn't understand why she just couldn't focus on such an important thing. It used to piss me the fuck off, especially as we got older and nothing changed.

I hated that she was always living in a fantasy world, dreaming of mates and having babies. We were a powerhouse, yet all she wanted was to find her mate and get mated to him.

to save her. I thought that things would be different this time, but they were not. She was still

the wind picking up. It was obvious.

Emotions made her weak, and it looks like they are still making her

esther.

just to see her struggle. She always lost control when her emotions were heightened or she was triggered. It seems

ngw.

Blake addresses me; I just

the storm outside.

news of my mother?"

with a tired sigh. "We still can't

be weak right now, but she isn't stupid. She knows that I am hunting her. She knows what I want from her. She knows I want to kill her. She isn't a coward, though. She isn't hiding because she's afraid of me; no, she is hiding because

her not to bother though. Whatever she's planning is futile. This time I don't plan to

me long enough to know when my sister is

doing a lousy job at controlling it. Besides, that's what happens when you've