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.

that things would be different this time, but they were

continued to roar, with the wind picking up. It

Emotions made her weak, and it looks like

esther.

words just to see her lose control. Hurt her just to see her struggle. She always lost control when

ngw.

turn when Blake addresses me; I just continue

the storm outside.

my mother?" I

tired sigh. "We

might 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.

time I don't plan to

long enough to know when my sister is having a tantrum, so he doesn't need anyone telling him what the hell

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