Alpha, Mate, and So Much More

•CHAPTER FIVE

It's been two hours of him digging around in this dusty library and still, he won't tell me what he's looking for. I scan through the books, my finger running over the spines until I land on one that sparks my interest. 'The Famous Legends Known to Man'.

I sit in a squishy chair, sinking in slightly before skimming the book. There are things from centuries years old to things that happened a few months ago.

I flip through the pages until a picture catches my eye. A man looking lovingly at a woman who is staring down at her baby which is placed in a basket. There is a tear on the woman's face and what looks to be a note on the-

Suddenly the book is snatched out of my hands and I turn to see a wide eyed Lucas. "How much of this did you read?" He questioned, his eyes hard.

I whimper slightly, causing his eyes to soften just a little bit. "I didn't read any of it, I was just looking at the picture." I say softly. He lets out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands through his hair.

"Please don't read or touch this book." He says, flipping through the pages.

I give him a confused look, "why c-."

I'm cut off when he yells, "BECAUSE I SAID DONT READ THE DAMN BOOK. God useless and worthless just like the rest of them." He mumbles under his breath. I flinch slightly, almost unnoticeably. He noticed. Tears threatened to leave my eyes as I turn around, "Ave. I'm sorry, I didn-"

I cut him off with raising my hand, still not facing him I reply, "It's okay." Lie. "I was just caught of guard, I'm going to head back to the room."

Before he can say anything else I quickly walk away. I try to block out the memory's that threaten to break through the wall I've kept up for so long. Because I said so. I can feel each piece slowly falling. Worthless. The wall crumbling. Piece by piece. Nothing but a whore I keep around because I'm kind.

It's broken.

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Have you ever been to the beach? Have you ever felt the feeling of the waves washing over your body. How you have no control over them and they just oust right though.

That's what it feels like.

The memory's pushing past enveloping me in emotional pain that almost feels physical. It's like I'm drowning and I can't get out. I'm screaming, I'm trying to see through blurred vision. I hear voices but I can't tell if they're real or the voice I've pushed out for so long.

I'm clawing and clinging to the wall that's been broken but can't seem to hang in and I slip into a silenced and deep darkness.

Finally.

Peace and quiet.