Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

I went about my morning routine in a daze, my mind buzzing with questions that

refused to quiet down no matter how hard I tried. All I wanted was the damn

answers to my questions and yet I got nothing.

How is it possible for two sisters to drift so far apart that they'd willingly try to kill

each other?

I don't have a sibling, obviously. My adoptive parents never had a child of their

own and they never adopted anyone else after me. But still, even if I did have a

sibling, I can't imagine ever hurting them, let alone killing them.

That kind of hatred the kind that runs deep enough to want a loved one's blood

is foreign to me. It feels like something that only happens in books and movies,

but not in real life. And yet... here we are, so I guess it does happen.

After showering and changing, I linger in my room for a little while, just so I can

get my brain functioning. Just so I can focus on the day and not on the questions

that are eating away at me.

I get on my bed and fold my legs beneath me, settling into a cross-legged

position. I close my eyes, hands resting lightly on my thighs. I honestly never

understood how people manage to meditate on hard surfaces, like floors. I've

tried it and it's just not for me. If I'm going to sit still with my thoughts, I'd rather do

it somewhere comfortable.

try calming my thoughts. I need

composed. Raven could show up any time,

clear before we have a

out.

let my thoughts wander. I don't try to pause or stop them. Just

scatter in whatever

almost grounded. Almost centered, when I feel her presence

of my head.

softly, my voice threaded with hope, praying that she won't

me out this time.

time she has done something like that. I

when I reached out, she'd

moment there is silence, and

disappointment.

eyes and stand when her soft

"Yes"

surges through me in

you been?" I ask her, glad

"You disappeared

"Around"

I push past her vague answer and

really wanted to hear

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking."

I love her, I really do, but sometimes I just want

bitchy?" I snap, frustration leaking

lazily. "You asked a question.

bitchy about it."

with her so badly,

down that urge.

and I could

her sassy attitude later.