Two babies and an Alpha

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Love. It was the only thing that I wanted from my parents but never got it. They said they were always busy with their jobs and learning about magic,yes I said magic. We are from a long lineage of witches and warlocks so while my mom was born without her powers as the daughter of the clan she had to marry someone to make peace with the other sides. So she got married to man that she knew didn't love her and just wanted her status while the man she did love rotted away day by day from the love he could never receive. She went on her honeymoon,made 'love' and boom here I am but they weren't and just to make it up to me they would buy me toys, tell me just to forget about it saying it was an accident that they were never here and being the naive little girl i was ii let it go but then one fateful day,late at night, I heard them in the living room talking.

"You know we missed the girls birthday right?" My mom said

My dad chuckled "like we cared in the first place"

"Your right but I feel a little bit sorry for her" my mom sighed

"If you felt sorry for her then you shouldn't have kept her in the first place" he smirked "it's alright as long as the girl gets what she wants and doesn't bother-"

He saw me from the corner of his eye because he stopped midway into his sentence to stare at my sobbing face. His features were made of a blank expression and so was my mom's with a hint of tenderness hidden within. My dad raised his brow and sipped from his wine glass.

"What are you looking at little girl? Is there something worth crying about if I told you the truth?" He said harshly

I shook my head frantically while trying to wipe away the loose tears as they spilled down my face

"Then leave my presence before what I'm about to say to you with certainly make you want to die"

I ran out of the living room and back to mine,where I collapsed on the floor and cried into my hands. It shouldn't have been that bad since I hear the maids whisper sympathy towards me but I guess hearing it from your own parents is enough to do that. Then again I was only five when it happen to me and I guess after that you could say that's when my 'friend' started to hang around me more. He whispered sweet nothingness into my ear or good days but one bad ones,when my dad wouldn't give a glance my way, my "friend" would say I had to be perfect for the sake of being notice and loved because that was all that I really wanted and he knew that.

I would follow that voice because he would say that I was loved by him and that he would never leave me if I followed what he said. And I did. I was top of my class and miss popular all the way to college but that's when I met Jake Reinaldo, a quiet boy who was slender but held muscle at the same time, eyes a dark green and hair bright red that almost covered his eyes. I wanted to get to know him but my "friend" had other ideas and decided that I should stay away from him,I followed like a puppet at the time. I don't know what happened but I could never get him out of my mind as the days past and soon I started to disobey my "friend".

At first he didn't like me saying the cliché words of 'but your popular and I'm not' but I didn't care I just wanted to hang out with him and that's what we eventually did when he finally caved into me not leaving him alone. We playing video games in his room at times or went out for some pizza and one time we had a sleep over in my dorm watching Disney movies all night. I thought that he was the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life and when he told me he loved me I almost burst into tears just thinking that someone could love and cherish me, someone other than my "friend" loved me.I would ignore him when it came to Jake because I knew, right from the beginning, that I loved him.

My first time was with Jake and I couldn't be more happier.He knew about my family but he didn't care because he went through the same thing so we shared a connection. I was on cloud nine and didn't care about anything else eventually setting my "friend" into a state of massacre. He devised a plan for me and Jake to never see each other again, and that was to kill the imperfection. I didn't like the idea so i protested against it and he dropped the thought and i went on as if nothing happened, as if everything was going to be all right. It wasn't.

He made me kill Jake for disobeying his orders, I don't know when i did it but i know i wasn't conscious because when I found Jake's body almost all decomposed in a hidden cellar I knew he was planning this when I was sleep. I wasn't even shocked by what he did to someone but it was the fact that it was my lover that made break down. I couldn't stop thinking how he took use of my body to kill someone I love just because they weren't perfect and hide the body out of plan sight, he showed how powerful he really was and it scared me into following his command. He told me never to never speak of this mishaps to anyone and like the puppy dog I was, I followed. The teachers and his friends eventually started questioning where he went and what happened to him. I couldn't take it anymore so my friend gave me a solution to everything, erase the livings memories. I didn't want to do it but just to stop the pain and guilt I did. I erased their memories and everyone forgot about Jake Noel Reinaldo and how he lived.

From then on I have been on my own in all of it. Jake's body was long decomposed in the cellar and I went on my way after college, settling into a small town. It was covered by trees the further you went and I was glad for that since I didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I found a house in the dense area and moved there all by myself while I got a job at a bar. He protested saying it wasn't a suitable job for me and that I needed to listen to whatever he said so my life could be perfect again but what he didn't understand is that my life wasn't perfect with him and when I met Jake I found a light in the darkness. It was sad that I was finally able to see it at this point in my life but I was also glad to know my first mistake and that was making a friend in my head that only caused harm to others.

I went to the doctors saying I needed sleeping pills for my insomnia, she quickly prescribed them and I mixed some of my magic within the pills so I wouldn't have to hear what he had to say anymore. I was sick of it, I didn't want my life ruled anymore by someone like him or the others that he eventually put in my head as time went on, if anything I wanted to be a empty shell just like a robot so I wouldn't have to feel pain or insanity anymore.

My life was finally at peace when I took the pills, as I went to work with a peace of mind and slowly gained my sanity back from the depths of an abyss but then I had to meet Mason and something in me just busted. It felt the same way I had once love Jake but even more and it scared me, I didn't want anything to do with him but when he saved me from being raped I knew I couldn't avoid him any longer.

He had a sweet side to him but he was also goofy which made him annoying most of the times. His hair was smooth by the looks of it and his eyes were a chocolate brown but when he got angry they looked like they flowed into another color,it amazed me. when he got mad at me I knew this was for the best because at the time I could feel he was coming into my mind and I didn't want that, I didn't want to hurt the kids and when I had that dream I knew at that moment that'my friend' was coming back out to give me all the love and attention I walked away from with Mason.

I could feel myself growing weaker and the medicine wasn't helping my case anymore so I would just sit there in my bed, going through the memories of never having love and then gaining it only to lose it in the process. It was like a never ending nightmare of me being raised by my past self, being trapped in the grasp of his hands and he never lets go as he once again pulls the strings like i'm a puppet. it terrified me to know he would never let me live my own life without making mistakes and learning from them and while he brings in more people so he won't be the one that's bored as they chew at the strings of the sanity I once regained. I wonder if the pain, suffering and guilt will go away if I ended my life just for his enjoyment.