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.

I try calming my thoughts.

could show up any time, maybe she is

my mind to be clear before we have a

out.

to pause or stop

scatter in

I feel her presence stir in

of my head.

threaded with

me out this time.

be the first time she has done

but when I

there is silence, and my heart tightens

disappointment.

my eyes and

"Yes"

through me in

glad that this time

"You disappeared on

"Around"

irritated. I push past her vague answer and

wanted to

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking."

do, but sometimes I just want to strangle

so bitchy?" I

She says lazily. "You asked a

bitchy about it."

with her so badly,

down that

I could

her sassy attitude later.