Losing the Alpha's Sanity

Her hair was a dark brown color that seemed like chocolate that had been melted, and it went all the way down her back to the top of her hips. She was really attractive. The color of her eyes was a stunning blue, similar to the color of a lake when the sun was shining on it at the ideal angle. Her cheekbones were protruding from the surface of her skin. In spite of the fact that her skin was pale and virtually white, her cheeks were flushed with a beautiful pink color, and freckles were painted all over her face, including down her nose, over her cheeks, and on her forehead.

Her face was further defined by the presence of a white scar that was located on her cheekbone. The scar was a few centimeters away from her eye and characterized her cheek. She was on her way back home, and when she boarded the plane, her garments were draped over her curves in a loose manner.

Due to the strange conduct that Cahlia had developed during one summer, her mother sent her to a boarding school in France. It had been four years since Cahlia had returned home to see her family. On the other hand, she had largely reconciled with her mother, while her father was drunk and was never truly involved in the affairs of the family. It was with great anticipation that she was going to see her brother, who had been her closest companion during her entire youth. She was just 17 years old when she was originally sent away, having been 13 years old at the time.

As soon as she boarded the aircraft, she proceeded to her assigned seat. The prospect of seeing her brother had kept her from getting any sleep the night before, so she sat down and fell asleep almost immediately. She had not slept at all the night before.

During the subsequent nine hours, she dozed off until she became aware of the airplane touching down on the ground and coming to a complete halt. When she stood up and glanced out the window, she saw the outside of an airport in the United States. She was aware of what she was doing, so she stood up and walked over to the door just as everyone else did. She largely ignored the voices that came from the speakers since she was aware of what she was doing.

As soon as the doors were opened, she descended the stairs and entered the airport. She was at the airport without delay. When she got outside, she noticed that there were a number of cars parked, so she collected her luggage and went outside. After entering one, she inquired about the whereabouts of the other.

"Beacon hills, please." After she finished speaking, the driver began the journey to her hometown, which would take an hour.

As soon as the cab pulled up in front of her childhood home, she handed the driver her money and then stepped out onto the street. As she inhaled deeply, she felt a peculiar sense of comfort brought on by the familiarity of the air. When the taxi drove out into the distance, Cahlia took a moment to gather her composure before making her approach to the entrance of the vehicle.

The house had undergone significant transformations since she had last seen it. The rose bushes had died, but they still appeared to be beautiful. There were no bicycles that had been thrown onto the grass, and the gate had been treated with a black paint job. Ivy was still growing down from the roof of the home, but only on the side of the structure. She could see that they had gotten new drapes and a blind, which allowed very little vision into the house. The house itself had mostly stayed the same. A grin appeared on her face as she reflected on all of the memories that were flooding back to her. The door was still a brilliant shade of crimson.

He had been waiting for this day for weeks, and he had even rehearsed what he would say when she stepped through the door, but now his script was gone. Inside the house, her brother, Lucas, was pacing about the living room with a great deal of impatience. He was completely at a loss for words, and his mind was completely blank.

His mother, on the other hand, was washing the last of the plates in the sink, making certain that everything was pristine in preparation for her return home.

"Do you think she'll hate me?" Lucas halted his pacing and turned his attention to his mother while drawing his hands together tightly.

"What?" Instead of continuing to wipe the dish in her hands, she turned her attention to him.

"Cahlia, do you think she'll hate me?"

"What could she possibly hate you for?"

"I'm still not sure. She may believe that I ought to have been more vocal about my disapproval of her being expelled."

"Lucas, you went on a hunger strike for almost a week," the speaker wrote.

"At the very least, you made an effort; we were aware that you were only telling us that after all of the chocolate had been removed from the refrigerator."

"What's up? That might have been Cahlia all along." With a tiny pinching of his voice, he voiced his objection.

"Cahlia is lactose intolerant." As she returned to wiping the plate that she was holding in her hands, his mother gave a sly grin.

As he waited for her to arrive, Lucas did not utter a single word; instead, he simply stood there, staring at the door. When the doorbell rang, he hurried over to fetch it and took a deep breath before opening the door. His heart was on the verge of stopping. The moment he caught sight of her standing there, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and gave her a firm hug. For a moment, Cahlia was able to move her arms to the point where they could rest on his back.

"Hey, Lucas." As he hugged her tightly, she laughed, and her breathing became short and shallow.

"Hey, Lia." He freed her from the predicament she was in and then took a step back.

"God, I haven't heard that in years; I missed it when you'd call me 'Lia.'" She laughed out loud and then let out a long breath.

"Can I help you with your things?" The question was posed while he extended his hand to collect her baggage.

A sigh came out of her mouth as she brushed her fingers through the crown of her head. "Yes, please."

Lucas took hold of her two suitcases, and she took hold of the three bags that she had. Together, they placed all of their belongings in the hallway. Lucas shut the door behind Cahlia and walked away.

Their mother approached them, and initially, Cahlia felt uncertain about how to respond to her arrival. Should she give her a hug, or should she avoid her? Eventually, she opted for the former. Given her mother's small stature, Cahlia wasn't sure where to place her arms or how tightly to embrace her. Nonetheless, she stepped over to her mother and gave her a hug. Cahlia herself was petite. While the hug was somewhat awkward, it still carried a level of enjoyment.

"What kind of dinner would you like to have?" You are free to have anything you choose. As she moved away from their embrace, her mother made the statement.

"I'm OK with anything, honestly." It was a smile.

"OK, well, Lucas could show Cahlia her room."

"Sure." With a childlike grin on his face, he said.

Cahlia turned around to find Lucas, who was already holding each of her suitcases on the other side of the room. After she had retrieved her belongings, the two of them proceeded to climb the steps. It was the same room she had when she was younger, and Lucas accompanied her there. Upon opening the door, they both entered the room.

Astonished, Cahlia stood there with her eyes darting about the room. The room contained a chest of drawers on the opposite side of a double bed that was located in the corner of the room. A TV that appeared to be brand new was placed on top of the drawers. One side of the room featured a sizable walk-in closet, and the other side featured a bathroom that was attached to the room.

"Mom said you can decorate it however you want as long as you don't make too much of a mess." He chuckled as he positioned her baggage in the entranceway of the room.

"It's beautiful."

The walls were a dark grey color, the drawers and bed frame were black, and the floor was a gorgeous mahogany color.

"It's a bit plain." He creased his nose in a frown.

There is a wonderful opportunity. I am an artist, and this is a blank canvas for me to work on. She took a glance around, conjuring up ideas of what she could do with the space she had.

"I missed you so much." It was a laugh.

"As my room director would say, 'ill n'y a pas de temps pour le passé, seulement le présent.'" She cited this with a great pride.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means 'there is no time for the past, only the present.'" In the process of translating, she turned around to gaze at Lucas.

"Sounds stupid." He let out a breath with a puff.

"What gives you the audacity? In reality, she was a very kind and pleasant lady." Using fabricated offences, she stated.

"Was it?" What do you mean by that?

"A bear ripped her to shreds and ate her to death. I lived through it; she was deserving of it. To tell you the truth, she was not that kind of lady at all."

"Well, that's wonderful." He made a tiny line with his lips, forming a smile.

"Yup." She let out a sigh.

Almost immediately after that, Lucas left her room, and Cahlia promptly began the process of decorating and unpacking her bags. She stuffed all of her clothes into the closet, arranged her amenities in an orderly fashion in the bathroom, and tucked away her books along with everything else she had packed.

When she was finished, it was already time for dinner, and her mother informed her that she needed to come down. As far as dinner was concerned, it was nothing particularly noteworthy; it was a pasta dish of some kind that Cahlia had cherished when she was younger but hadn't had since then.

It was an unpleasant environment while they were eating, and they were sitting on the island in the kitchen with each other. Cahlia was seated across from Lucas, who was seated close to his mother. The only thing that could be heard was the distant sound of whatever was being broadcast on television. No one spoke a word.

After she had finished eating, she rinsed her dish and went upstairs, where she thanked her mother before going into her room. There, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Jet lag is a real pain.

The moment I opened my eyes, I moaned because I was still as exhausted as I had been the moment I had truly gone to sleep the previous evening. After retrieving my phone from the table that was adjacent to my bed, I attempted to turn it on, but it was not functioning properly because I had not connected it.

When I stood up, I stretched out my arms and took the bottle of pills that was sitting on the table next to my bed. I then swallowed two of them. When I opened my door, I was immediately greeted by the aroma of pancakes, which was the most delightful smell I could ever imagine. As I made my way downstairs, I became aware of mutterings emanating from the kitchen. I made my way into the hallway in order to have a better view of the remainder of the apartment.

The layout of the house was designed in such a way that as soon as you stepped downstairs, you would be able to see the front entrance. If you turned left, you would find yourself in a large space that was divided into the living room and the kitchen. You would have been greeted by a study, a dining room that had only really been used as a dining room if we had guests, and the downstairs bathroom. Built-in off of the kitchen was a small pantry where we stored a vacuum, cleaning supplies, and a few other things. If you had turned right at the staircase, you would have been greeted by these rooms.

Once I entered the kitchen, I immediately came to a halt when I noticed that there were seven pairs of eyes on me, one of which was Lucas's. I caught myself staring back at them, and all of a sudden, I felt extremely self-conscious and out of place.

"Qui es-tu?" In French, I inquired, but I wonder why I did so.

"What?" Lucas inquired about it. "Why are you speaking French?"

I gave a sigh of relief. Immediately, I became acutely aware of how I appeared to others.

"Who is that?" "What are you doing?" a blonde boy questioned, almost drooling.

"Are we missing something?" A young lady with orange hair inquired.

My sister, Cahlia, is the one in question. Tell me, what are you doing? It was a sigh.

"Please accept my apologies; nonetheless, I was unaware that I was not permitted to come downstairs. Do I have to stay in my room forever?" As I did so, I placed my hand on my chest.

"Wait, Lucas, you have a sister?" While pointing a finger between Lucas and me, a young man with black hair and a jaw that was slightly uneven made the statement.

"Yes, I do; apparently a half-naked one."

When I looked down at my body, I noticed that although it appeared that I was half naked, I was actually wearing shorts; however, they were not visible since I was wearing a much longer sweater. It was a pair of knee-high socks that I was wearing. When I pulled my sweater up just a little bit, my shorts were hanging out.

"I'm wearing shorts, your asshole." In response, I let my jumper slide back down to the ground.

Because they were crowded around the island that was located in the middle of the room, it was only possible for me to grab what I wanted by approaching close to them, which was a perilous situation.

Because their aroma was so potent, it was the only thing that I could think of at the time. As I walked by them and toward a cabinet, I let out a sigh and searched through the cabinets, but I was unable to locate the item that I was looking for.

Even after looking in another one, I was unable to find anything. In frustration, I let out a grunt.

"What are you even looking for?" Lucas inquired about it.

"Vodka." After a groan, I shut another cabinet and walked away.

The vodka? It is eleven o'clock in the morning. As someone put it,

"Eleven?" I slept for a total of fourteen hours. The bottle of neat vodka that I was looking for was in the cabinet, and I took it out. "Ah." When I jumped up onto the counter and opened the bottle, I took a sip of it and then looked about at the other people, who were all staring at me. I said this as I opened the bottle. "What?"

"Do you realize that this is the reason why you were expelled in the first place? " As my mother would say, it's an odd behavior." The eyes of Lucas were rolled.

"Well, I don't give a flying fuck what mom says." With a sardonic smile, I smiled. "Where is she?" I inquired about it.

"Get to work. All in all, these are my close companions."

It all began with Lucas.

When I was gone, you found new pals, didn't you? What happened to the child who was a threat to everyone because of his IED? As I had hoped, I smiled gently, which caused him to become irritated.

The eyes of Lucas were rolled. According to him, "That's Oliver," he pointed at the boy with dark hair and an uneven jaw, "That's Lyra," he pointed at the girl with orange hair, "That's Thomas," he pointed at a boy with brown hair, "That's Isaac," he pointed at the boy with blonde hair, "That's Malia," he pointed at a girl with short brown hair, and "And... That's Elijah." The boy who was standing next to him was the one he was pointing to, and throughout the entire time I was there, they had been giving each other tiny side looks.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I have no idea why you'd be friends with my little brother, but tu fais toi, I guess." Before putting the bottle to my mouth and taking another drink, I began by raising the bottle to my lips and raising a toast to them.

"What does that even mean?" In a slightly annoyed tone, Lucas inquired. It dawned on me that I had just interrupted him and his buddies, but it didn't disturb me as much as it normally would have. I was still high on the sensation of being back home; it was unlike any other high I had experienced in my entire life.

"God, did you go to school and pay any attention at all? That's quite standard French. I cracked a grin.

"It means 'you do you'," remarked Lyra. In spite of the fact that she had only spoken a few words, I immediately recognized that she was the most intelligent member of the group.

What's that? You just said 'little brother'? That you are older? Someone with dark hair uttered the name Thomas. He appeared to be disoriented.

"You are, like, very small. What is your age, exactly? Isaac was responded to by the blonde. As a result of his statements, I was quite taken aback because I had never before been referred to as "tiny."

I mean, he wasn't wrong; I was around 100 pounds and 5 feet and four inches tall.

"Have you not been hearing? The French proverb "the good things come in small packages" translates to "the good things come in small packages." I consumed an additional gulp of vodka.

"Please explain why you continue to speak in French. What exactly is the point?" Lucas inquired about it.

"I don't know, habit, I guess." I cracked a grin.

"So, how old are you?" asked Oliver.

"I am 17." The cap was replaced after I took another gulp from the bottle and then screwed it back on.

"You have a tattoo?" Lyra said as she looked at the blooms that were growing on the side of my leg.

A smile spread across my face as I looked down and ran my fingers down the tattoo.

"Do you not have a job that you need to go to? Rather than causing me and my friends any inconvenience," remarked Lucas.

"I do, actually, so I will see you all later." After a smirk, I jumped down from the counter and walked away. After placing the vodka back in the cabinet, I headed in the opposite direction of the group.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I halted my ascent so that I could pay attention to what was being said. I then exited the room and continued up the stairs.

"She's... nice?" It was the voice of the other girl, the one that I had not even heard before.

"You have a sister, and you didn't tell us?" remarked Isaac.

Due to the fact that their voices have distinct tones that distinguish each individual, it is simple to identify them.

Due to the fact that she had been away for around four years, I was unaware that she would be returning. She had been attending a boarding school in France. Ever since then, I haven't seen her." When I heard Lucas's voice, it sounded like he was crying; I had no clue that he missed me so much.

"Do you think she knows about the supernatural?" I learned as close to the edge of the stairs as I could, Thomas stated in a voice that was noticeably more subdued than usual.

"She doesn't smell supernatural, and she didn't mention our scents," remarked Oliver.

"I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on her," remarked Lyra.

"Not a hard job." An obvious smirk could be heard in Isaac's voice as he spoke.

My secret will only be secure for a short time, especially considering that there are seven or more pairs of eyes on my back.

I went to my room and changed into some clothing by going into my room. After I had finished brushing my teeth and my hair in the bathroom, I went back downstairs to retrieve my keys, my purse, and my phone, which I had already charged, before going downstairs. After retrieving my bag and coat from the coat rack, I made my way back into the kitchen, where everyone was still conversing, but they interrupted their conversation as soon as they heard my name.

"Don't let me interrupt whatever riveting conversation you were having." After rolling my eyes, I knelt down to take a look inside the refrigerator. An apple was extracted from its container, and I stuffed it into my mouth while using my teeth to keep it in place. Putting my belongings in my backpack, I made my way to the entrance of the building.

"Bye, Li, I'll be back soon." As I was coming out of the house, I yelled.

"Bye." He responded with a shout.

It's Lucas.

I told them anything about Cahlia that was even marginally relevant to the conversation because she was new and no one knew her. We continued talking around the island for a bit, predominantly about Cahlia, because she was new and no one knew her. When I was talking about her behind her back, I did have the impression that I was betraying her in some respects.

We made our way over to the sofas and continued to talk for a few more hours. This was the typical weekend for us; we would hang out and talk about any new feelings of the supernatural, and if there wasn't much to talk about, we would end up simply watching a movie or something. Due to the fact that no one's parents appreciated having such a large number of teens over on the weekend, we always switched which house we hung out at. On the other hand, we would spend most of our weekends at my house because my mother was never there.

"Is Cahlia coming to our high school?" Malia inquired.

"Yeah, she'll be in your year. Obviously, she had a meeting with someone when she first went in." I stated that.

"Should we keep an eye on her?" asked Oliver.

"Yeah, I need to make sure she's ok. She has suffered quite a lot, and I just want to make sure she's alright, I guess."

"Are we sure she isn't supernatural?" Stylized inquired.

If that were the case, wouldn't she bring up the smells herself? Would you be able to detect her scent? Lyra had a question.

It is possible. I can't think of a way to inform her without directly telling her, and by that, I mean that all of your parents are already aware of it. I am obligated to inform her, but I am at a loss for words. When I spoke to Hayden, I behaved in the most inept and unexpected manner."

"Maybe we can ease into it?" As recommended by Thomas.

"I guess it's not really an easy thing to say," remarked Lyra.

"My mom didn't speak to me for days," remarked Oliver.

"Same with my dad," as Thomas put it.

"Thanks, guys, that really helps." I gave a sigh of relief.

"If it helps, I never knew my parents." It was Malia's shrug.

"Yeah, not really."

Despite the fact that we continued to discuss the plans to tell Cahlia, we were unable to come up with a solution that was sufficiently convincing. As a result of the girls' departure, we were left to our own devices because they had made plans to go shopping in town. Considering that Cahlia wouldn't be back for at least an hour, we decided to grab the remaining vodka and just sit and speak till she came back.