Cursed To The Alpha

Andrei

Three days and still no sleep. The immense lack of much-needed rest irritates me as I watch the sunrise. I spend the entire night again, staring at the shadows on the roof, with no reprieve from the thoughts racing through my head. The "what if's and

could have been’s" slowly get to me.

Not even the screams of the rogue in the basement helped. I killed him too quickly. They never last long enough and don’t let me hear exactly how much pain I am causing, or maybe their pain doesn’t affect me because it doesn’t make mine hurt any less. I need their screams more than my next breath. Their suffering soothes the pain that burns in my chest.

Even a couple of minutes more would give me the relief I seek. However, I can not afford for Kat to hear him scream, and she has been showing up unannounced lately to check on me, fearing that I killed him too quickly and for nothing. Kat’s hearing is even more heightened than ours. She seems suspicious of me lately, wary.

The damn phone rings, but I can’t find it in myself to care enough to check it. I can’t move a muscle as I stare into the distance and listen to its incessant ringing. After a while, the ringing stops, and I almost feel like I can breathe again until it starts all over again.

“Just answer it, Andrei. You aren’t the only one who is tired,” Donnie growls in my head. I roll on my side and reach for the damn thing. As I grip the device and turn it around to glance at the screen, I see my sister's face pop up on display. It is a picture of her, Angie, and some other girl. Jasmine, that was the third one’s name. All of them

were at school in the photo.

So many times, I have thought about clearing the phone storage and ridding myself of everything that reminds me of her, but I can not bring myself to delete it, even though it hurts every time I see my mate’s face light up the screen of my phone.

“Hey, sis,” I answer her call with a loud sigh.

“Have you spoken to dad?” she asks me. It is such a ‘her’ behavior, the no-nonsense and straight-to-the-point personality.

I rub a hand down my face as if that will help me get rid of the now chronic tiredness and sit up. My eyes take in the room, and another sigh leaves me. With great effort, I force myself to climb out of bed.

“No, I haven’t spoken to Derrick in a few days, why?” I mutter, walking around the room. My eyes search for something, but I'm not sure what exactly, as I’m still too tired to function.

After a slight pause, my sister speaks. “I was going to see if he wanted to come to my birthing class. Mateo has to take over patrol, and