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.

a slow, deep breath, I try calming my thoughts. I need to be

composed. Raven could show up any time, maybe she is already

to be clear before we have a

out.

let my thoughts wander. I don't try to pause

in

Almost centered, when I feel her presence

of my head.

softly, my voice threaded with hope,

me out this time.

she has done

when I

moment there is silence, and my heart

disappointment.

eyes and stand when her soft

"Yes"

surges through me

I ask her, glad that this

me. "You disappeared on

"Around"

pause, trying not to be irritated. I push past her vague answer and

to hear from

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking."

do, but sometimes I

so bitchy?" I snap,

asked a question. I answered. There was

bitchy about it."

with

down that urge.

and I could always deal

her sassy attitude later.