Two babies and an Alpha

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Unknown POV---------

I was in the kitchen washing the bowl out and tidied up some mess that I saw before going back to the room. Once I see a mess i was never stopped into cleaning it. I wiped my hand against the counter top when i felt something greasy touch my finger and I scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt my fingers start to bleed from under the pressure.

"Man I need to work on my OCD problems" I say to myself as I licked my fingers and made my way back to the bedroom.

"Yeah I know I shouldn't tell her that-" I hear Mason say to one of the kids

What was he talking to the kids about this time around? It better not be another trip to playboy magazine land like last time or I will personally make his life full of demons or maybe turn him into a rabbit so the kids could have a pet to play with when they got bored, he would look much cuter as a rabbit but he normal self is perfect too. His face,though with many scars, had been chiseled to perfection with his hazel eyes and brown hair that swept across his face,it went great with his perfect body. I snap out of my thoughts when I heard the bathroom door slam shut,making my way into the bedroom to see the kids were asleep but Maia had a runny nose so before Mason could get back I took a tissue and wiped her nose,making her whine in protest. She tried to push me away but I grabbed hold of her hands before wiping her nose again.

"Stop struggling before I hurt you" I say stopping halfway but she kept moving

Finally I decided to get over top of her while I cleaned her face,making my OCD get the best of me. I was able to finish with Maia,laying her back into her position,before making my way over to Graham. He struggled just like his sister making my OCD worst,like it was knocking at my brain waiting for me to let it in and when I did it took hold of me never letting me go. I eventually felt Graham calm down and relax his muscles when I heard the bathroom door start to creak open so I hurriedly moved from the bed and running out of the room. I didn't want Mason to see me it needed to be a surprise so we could all be happy in the end but what I saw etched on his face was not happiness but instead horror and even though I wanted to frown, I felt a smile etch its way to my face with a smirk. I'm guess it was audible since I saw Mason rush over to me and pushed me down to the ground,bumping my head in the process.

"Bastard who the fuck are you" he spat

I looked at him confused at what he was saying. What did he mean by who I am? I am the person he met at the bar he went to almost everyday to get in a girls pants and while I had no way in liking him I felt that he deserved someone better, someone who was perfect for him and his image yet he went to girls that I felt were sluts they weren't perfect for him in anyway and I knew that they would bring him down so I got rid of them. I threaten them,told lies about him so they wouldn't stay by his side and it worked until I saw another bitch go to him,he even let her inside of his house. Of course I was there,no way in hell I wouldn't be at his house to see what this girl would do and by the looks of it she only messed it up for herself. She was fine not liking him but then I could feel it in my gut that she was going to like him,hell maybe even love him despite her despising his soul. I did the same to her like I did to the rest of the girls;lie,say he cheats,does drugs,won't love you and most of all told them he would kill them before they killed him.she didn't listen to me and now look what she made me do. He's mad at me,no more like pissed and it's all that bitches fault, I swear I'm gonna spit on her grave when I see her. I went to make my way from the floor when I felt my head hit it again from him pushing me back down. He stared at me with anger present in his features as he stared at me with gritted teeth.

"Why the fuck did you do that" he yelled

I wanted to scream at him saying it was that bitches fault but instead I heard myself smirk again. I don't know why but I found it amusing that he could get mad like this at me and it turned me on. I eventually broke out in a hysterical fit of laughter from the way his face looked. I guess this mad him furious because next thing I knew I was repeatedly getting my head slammed against the hard granite floor,making my laughter worse. He knew his efforts were pointless since he's been doing the same thing for over an hour now so he tried a different approach. He took one of his hands away from me and put it against my face,covering my eyes. But before he could fully cover my sight I caught a glimpse of him with a pained expression and a tear that trailed down his face. Before it could go any further I raised my hand to his face,wiping the tear with my thumb and bringing it to my lips to flick my tongue over the salty taste. I could feel the anger rise up again as I finished my acted.

"Before I crush your skull answer me this" he began,taking a deep breath "why did you kill them? They were sweet,young,innocent kids that haven't even lived to the age of one yet and you killed them for what reason?"

I don't remember killing the kids all I remember was taking a tissue into my hand to wipe there nose. It took me a few minutes to register what he was talking about but when I finally did my body was already moving on its own. My hand tried to drag Masons' away from my face but he only gripped down even harder on my head making it useless for me even to attempt to get his hand away.

"Don't" he seethed "don't you dare remove this hand because if you do I will be forced to look at those godforsaken eyes and then I would have to kill you"

I guess he didn't like the color and neither did I. It reminded me of the bitch who didn't listen to my warnings in the first place. If she would have just listen to me then we wouldn't be in this kind of predicament with Mason but no she had to be a selfish prick like always and ruin my chances with Mason. I wanted to cut out my eyes so I wouldn't be reminded of the awful girl but then how would I see the perfect Mason?

I tried to remove his hand again and this time he let his grip loose,letting me see his face. It held so much pain and hurt that I once again felt myself get a sense of arousal as it erupted within me as I stared at his beautiful forest green eyes. I cupped his cheeks,pulling him close as I whispered into his ear.

"They weren't perfect" I say planting a kiss on him

It was a sensual,passionate kiss that made him tense in contact.Somehow I wanted to feel him tense under me it gave me a sense of accomplishment if knew he was uncomfortable while i did this. I pulled away licking his bottom lip then pecking them this time as he was still in a state of shock.

"Imperfection is like a speck of dust on your shoulder, you know it's there but when people don't see it you think its fine to have around since only you know about it but then-" I paused before smirking " as time passes on it becomes the inevitable, eventually without you noticing it anymore it grows bigger and bigger until others start to see it. They whisper behind your back but you never notice and keep on with life until one day someone finally points it out to your knowing and you feel cheated,embarrassed, nothing but hurt when one day you turn into the speck of dust and the dust turns into you,it became an imperfection that you can now never get rid of and before that ever happens I'm getting rid of your imperfections since they weren't perfect"

I guess that answer didn't sit well with Mason since next thing I knew I felt my neck snap,instead of my skull, and I passed out on the floor. That is how I died,with me getting teared apart limb by limb before getting tossed in a fire pit. Of course I didn't feel it but I watched it happen as I sat in a white room thinking what a brutal death for a brutal killer. When I was in the room I remembered what I did to the kids, I slit their throats perfectly down the middle while holding a pillow over their faces so they wouldn't scream. I also remembered doing it to two other people but I'm not quite sure who yet and now their blood rested in my hands. I felt nothing,absolutely fucking nothing as I stared down at my hands besides the sharp feeling of relief flooding into my heart. That was it, no sadness or guilt but relief because I know why I killed them and it was to please the voices that provoked me into doing it in the first place. They wouldn't shut up telling me that if I killed them he would be proud of me and I would find someone who was perfect for him. I tried to stop the voices and the pain so when Mason killed me I was not sad or upset I was free to leave the world finally.

I relaxed,laying down in the empty space relishing in the sweet bliss of hearing pure nothingness until I jolted and awoke to find I was no longer in the white room but instead on the floor of my room,once again listening to the voices. It was all a dream and as I registered that into my system I silently cried before incoherently screaming at the top of my lungs.

See dreams are scary,they can either fill you with cherishing thoughts that make you look into the far future more while reminiscing on the past or they can make you have fearful thoughts of you past,no way looking into the future. But right now I'm fearful of my future as I cannot die and the voices laugh and tell me I failed what will eventually become of me if I can't stop moving?

I just want to die.

I just want to stop moving.