Alpha Paris (Completed)

Chapter Twelve "You called me your sister..."

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1,140 Words
Paris's Pov-

Six hours later, we've gone through four Disney movies on this cool thing called Netflix that hooks up to her flat screen tv that lays comfortably on the wall, Nutella jars that taste like peanut butter, chocolate, and hazelnut, and we both sit in a pair of sweatpants she let me borrow.

We take the spoon from our jars at the same time, moaning at the delicious taste. We giggle and I lay my head on her shoulder, still watching the movie, out legs crossed in an Indian style.

"What is like to be an alpha of the rogues at such a young age?" London mumbles, and I love how her voice gives me a comforting feeling, its almost like we're sisters just from how we've gotten along all night. Even her name, London is after a city, just like mine, Paris.

"It's depressing. I've always wanted to be the girl in those magazines that go through your pack where those girls are running on a beach, or laughing and joking.. even having sleepovers. Or.. even just having friends that aren't scared or intimidated by you. I want that, I don't want to truly be an Alpha all of the time. I want to know what it's like to be young before I'm too old. I want to live, London." I whisper, keeping my steady eyes on the tv where a girl named Cinderella runs down the steps, her glass heel landing on one.

I feel London's soft gaze on me, and she wraps a strong arm around my back, hugging me from the side. "We can always have those girl moments. How about we do it every weekend? Maybe even more? Whenever you want." She grins at me and I pull away excitedly, my teeth shining through the moonlight that shines in through the room.

"Really? You want to be my.. friend?" I ask, my smile shining through the room.

"Of course! I never had much friends at the Caring Pack, they were always too.. well caring." She giggles and my smile grows, I guess the teenage girl bubbles up inside of me. "I was always rebellious, I always wanted freedom, I wanted to break the rules, I wanted to.. hurt." Her lips turn into a smirk and she shuts her eyes. "It wasn't a good feeling, but I was tired of people making the world seem like it was perfect. I wanted to show them, pain is a virtue." She opens her eyes and a smile graces her face once again. "I wanted to show them, life isn't as perfect as they want it to be."

"You remind me of me," I laugh, laying down, looking up at the ceiling. "Where are the boys?" I ask her, turning my head to look at her, the hatred looking gracing her features once again.

"Don't know, don't care." She growls, pulling a pillow to her chest as she still sits up, looking at the wall with a numb expression.

"Why are you so angry when I bring up Kane?" I ask softly, looking at her carefully. She looks down, her shoulders still tense. "London, you can tell me anything," I whisper more softly. She looks down at me, before standing up and holding her arms out. I look at her confusedly, the long sleeved shirt covering her skin.

"What is it?" I ask confused. She sighs, shutting her eyes as she pulls the sleeves up, a gasp erupting from my throat. "H-how? W-when.. I.. what?" I stutter, looking at her with wide eyes.

"He was being gentle, almost kind when our skin made contact, when we were getting along. I.. he took his hand off my arm and the sparks stopped, naturally the mate bond left and my anger sprouted once again. He made a dress for me to wear tonight, the nude one.. well I wouldn't do what he told me to, when he told me to get around and I called him an asshole and everything.. he tried to be understanding but the second time I told him I wasn't going to go.. he got angry and his wolf came out. So naturally, he abused me." She sighs, quickly pulling the sleeves back down. How couldn't I have seen the bruises when she was wearing that dress? There were no sleeves..

"But you weren't wearing sleeves at the ball," I whisper confused. She smiles slightly, walking to her bathroom and coming back out.

"A shower takes the make up off, feel it." She puts this liquid called foundation in my hands and it matches her arms perfectly. I remember her saying when we came up here that she was going to take a quick shower, so that's how the bruises came back.

The foundation came off. Its not waterproof..

"I'm going to kill him." I growl, standing up but she grabs her hoodie that I borrowed and pulls me back, a smile on her face and a giggle falls from her lips.

"You're so funny when you're angry. I'm sorry Paris, but you're officially my sister so I can't let you kill my mate, although he deserves a beating. I'd enjoy it probably," she giggles once again but I stand, a frown upon my lips, my eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I ask, a croak coming from my voice, the sound raspy and very quiet. I sound so weak, so vulnerable right now.

"What do you mean, 'what?'" She asks confusedly, sitting back down, pulling me down to sit beside her. Her lips pulled him to a straight line, a frown edging at the sides, almost un-noticeable.

"You called me your sister.." I whisper, staring at her weirdly. She breaks into fits of giggles, a large smile gracing her face as she holds her hand over her stomach, the smile making her look younger, more happier.

"You are, aren't you? A sister is your best friend, someone you can trust and will always stand up for you and take care of you. Well, you're going to be that person, so it'll be a sister to me. You'll be a sister to me." She hugs me and I hug her back, more careful now though due to her bruises, and a large smile graces my face, as I pull back and walk towards the bathroom, although the smile doesn't last for long.

"And what are doing up here, London? You were supposed to be downstairs, greeting our guests." Kane's voice enters the room, and he must not see me as I stand in the bathroom, but I can see him in the dark grey tux that hugs him nicely, his muscles showing on his nineteen year old body.

And whip swinging back and forth in his hand, a menacing smirk on his lips.