The Alpha's Twins

Ego

"How was your encounter with her, darling?" My mother purrs at the word encounter, rubbing her palm on my cheek. I slap her hand away and turn away.

"I'm sorry, Alec. Please don't go. I'm so alone here." My mother has been inside of the locked tower since my father found out that she is a witch. I felt bad for both of them, but then I started to not care as I got older.
"I don't even get why you made me see her."

"I wanted you to see the good she brings out of you. Your father is molding you and your brother into Devils, but as I've seen in my visions-" I turn to her with a look of disgust, "You were watching me while we were.." I couldn't begin to finish that sentence, I know my mother is psycho but enough to watch her son. "In my visions," she continues,"I've seen the effect she has on the heart I know you have. You're falling in love." My mother gazes towards the molding wall to emphasize her point.

"I just met the girl last night. And I don't believe in love anymore. Remember last time." I lean on the wall and slowly drag myself down to the moist, dirty floor.

"Of course I remember. Desdemona, or Dessy as you so loved to call her .You introduced her to your father and I the night of 1779. She wore that horrid red dress and her curls were frazzled. But you loved her."

"Yeah and-,"

"She broke your heart into a million pieces and fell in love with your twin brother instead. We know we know" She cuts me off before I could tell the hour story of how she broke my heart. I grimace thinking about Apollo. After Dessy died of the Black Death, he disappeared decades at a time and only coming back if he needed something from our Father.
"I have to go."

"To see her dance, huh?" My mother's smirk reminds me of Apollo. She's right, I do want to see her again. My mind runs on her all day every day. "It's okay to admit you miss her voice, and her moaning your name." My mother starts to shout and slaps her hand on the metal poles that keep her separate from the rest of the world. I want to leave, but she keeps the door closed with a spell. She decides when I come and go. I didn't want to admit that she's right, that I do want to feel her body again. To hear her beautiful voice again. In front of my father, I couldn't think this for some reason he can read my mind.

"My son, as a hybrid you must choose what is right." She retreats into the dark of her prison and I finally get to leave. I exit the room and I breathe a sigh of relief, every time I came to see my mother it was intense and irritating. My father found out about my mother's 'Devil Given Powers' when my brother and I were just 6 years old which was after she used her magic to make us vampires so we could live forever, and he didn't start letting us speak to her until we were 100. I believe the only relationship my mother and I have are strictly business and nothing more. When I walk down the long, winding steps my mind runs on Valentina for split second and I quickly replace them with being the heir to my father's throne and killing my brother for it if that's what it'd take.

"I'll do whatever it takes to gain this throne, Father," Apollo had told my father years ago in clear confidence, but we'll see about that. As I open the rotting wooden door of the tower, I notice the maids are scattering with suitcases. My father never discussed a business deal with me, so what is he up to. I scratch my shaven chin and head towards his office.

"Hello, Alec." One of the headmistresses purred, her eyes are attempting to seduce me into a bedroom, but the interest disappeared. Ever since Valentina, I haven't been able to sleep with any of my regulars. Even the most regular, the Eastern Coast princess who's been staying extra long from her daddy for me. Every time I approached any of them, her scent runs fresh through my nose and it forces me to stop as if she knows what I'm doing. Our bond isn't strong enough for her to sense my feelings, but it's sure as hell strong enough to make me stop and smell her like I did in that hotel. Even when she was sweating and crying in pain when I entered her. The way her hair stuck onto her forehead and her tanned, silky skin resembled an icicle in the winter hanging from the roof.