Alpha of Evil

C1

"Another disappearance."

My head snapped up instantly, a frown spreading across my face. Every morning it seemed to be the way my father would greet us all. Definitely makes me want to eat. Classy.

"What do you mean another one?" My mother asked curiously while setting down a plate of bacon. She never seemed to see things the bad way, she always found the good in people while keeping herself together in a composed manner. It was one of the things that I loved about my mother, but it is also one of the things that drive me absolutely mad.

"What do you think?" He said, his voice teetering dangerously close to it becoming a yell. He is well respected, but he has a temper that was hidden from everyone who doesn't live inside the walls of our home.

"It was Alpha Malum, wasn't it?" I cut in only to instantly regret it. Both of my parents looked at me, disappointment lingering in their eyes. I quietly sat down in my chair while my mother continued to place plates down on the table. My eyes flicked to the corner of the room as my brother and his mate walk in.

"What have we told you about talking at the table, if you are needed to speak about pack matters it is to be respectful and there will be no accusations." My father brushed down his white shirt, his eyes staring down my own.

"You need to stop blaming others for these disappearances, Sophia. We have no idea who it is and false accusations do not look good on our family name," my mother kindly chastised. I've always hated it when my mother gave me a lecture this way, it only made me feel worse.

"Emma Josiah, twenty years old, never returned home from the Academy," my father spoke, switching the conversation away from my behaviour. "Exactly the same age as you two, do you understand the danger of all that is happening?"

The sound a chair scraping against the floor made everyone turn their heads to the other side of the table. My brother, Payton, sat there and his mate Kiera was the one being moved.

Payton looked similar to me and you really couldn't point out the differences. We were twins after all, but I always managed to find something that would separate us from being categorized as siblings. He has hazel hair that always seemed to shine and it always looked nice, even after he has been out running. Mine, on the other hand, is long and flat and always manages to end up in tangles.

He has a strong, muscular build which commonly ran through the family bloodline, even in females, but then there is me. I am strong, one of the top athletes at the Academy, but I lack the weight and the body build in my family rankings. When you have a small frame and zero body fat that is what happens. I am near the bottom if not in the last place.

We both have the same colour of eyes, green. Payton's are vibrant and if you look long enough, you would think that you are looking at the lush, green leaves of a tree. Mine are dull and they lack the excitement and curiosity that his have. Maybe they wouldn't if I would stop looking at the negative outcomes of everything. Maybe they would brighten up if I could forget about all that was happening in the pack at moment.

"I don't want you leaving my side, only for the bare minimum of things," Payton whispered to Kiera, although everyone heard him speak. Kiera nodded in response, a smile still lingering on her face.

Kiera Stallion. Kiera had been my best friend since we were little. Nothing could have separated the two of us, we vowed never to leave each other's side. It had been that way for a long time and I never dreamed the day would come when we would go down different paths. Payton and Kiera had hated each other, the amount of disgust that would float around when the two were in the same room was intense. But that had all changed the day they found out they were mates. I got pushed out of the picture in Kiera's life and it seemed like my former best friend didn't have much care for me at all. All that mattered in my friend's life was her mate and only her mate which makes it even harder to swallow the fact that I still care for my friend.