Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Her words kept playing in my head.

I couldn't for the life of me understand why she would say that. Why she'd say that

I am lucky.

I want to argue with her. I want to prove that she's wrong. I want to remind her of everything Alec put me through-of what I endured in his arms, at his hands-but I don't.

This isn't about comparing who had it worse. This isn't about measuring pain like it's a competition. This isn't about comparison at all.

She went through what she did, even though she hasn't told me what it is, and I'm sure to her it was the greatest, most heartbreaking pain she's ever felt. I went through what I did with Alec, and for me, it was the hardest, most heartbreaking thing I've ever faced.

It doesn't matter whose pain cuts deeper. Doesn't matter the level. Doesn't matter how much it hurts. Pain is pain.

When we're dealing with heartbreak, when we're dealing with pain, we're all a little selfish. We assume that ours is the worst. We have this tendency to try and diminish the pain another person is feeling just to make room for ours.

I don't want to do that to Nyx and I don't want her to do it to me, either. We both suffered. We both bled. It doesn't matter how or by whose hand; at the end of the day, we both carry pain.

Once the truth of that settles in my chest, I decide to change the subject. I don't want this to be a sore point between us. I don't want conflict, so I choose to change the topic. To focus on something else, to focus on something different, anything except what we've both been through.

"Nyx... What happened to your mother?"

She's a silent for a moment before she answers, "I don't know... I'm not sure."

I freeze. "What do you mean you don't know? What kind of answer is that?"

"You don't know where your biological parents are, either." She bluntly replies, her tone flat as she rolls her eyes.

I blink, speechless. "That's... That's different."

"How? You don't know where your birth parents are and I don't know where my mother is. It's the same thing."

If she had shoulders, I swear she would've shrugged.

didn't even know I was adopted. You can't blame me for not knowing where my birth parents are when

chest tightens. I've been trying so hard not to think about it. Trying so hard not to wonder why my real parents gave me up, why they didn't want me. I've been trying to

for weeks," Nyx cuts in, "Yet you haven't

blade, making it

past this topic, "And besides, I know you're

you haven't bothered to find out who your birth

my nose. "This isn't about me-it's about you. Where is your mom, Nyx? I

her mom are on

not it," she

press gently. "Talk to

And maybe I am being pushy... but I need to

is," she begins. "Xena doesn't just hate me. She hates our mother

Silence once again stretches

between us

hadn't even

mom was with them, I

Xena had turned dark. Knew that what Xena was doing was wrong She protected me when Xena wanted to

and listen to Nyx is wonder. Wonder why Xena turned out like this. Wonder why she switched from the girl that loved

sister.

so important

it seems that he's the only

after mating and bonding with Xena, some of his darkness was bled

me from

hunting our mother the same way

"Seriously?" I breathe.

hell is actually wrong with Xena. Who

family? Why would she

twisted love story with a man even the deities feared because of his