My Alpha-Back In Time

Martina's POV

"I am Martina Lopez, at 18, I was a force to be reckoned with.A huge force,I was a pain in the neck.

You wanna know me?

Stubborn? Check. Careless? Double check. Wayward? Oh, you better believe it- Triple check.

My parents , trying to be the perfect parents any teenager in Santa Pack would ever ask for used to say I had a mind of my own.

But ,Nah

I preferred to call it independence. Sweet independence.

Rules were meant to be broken,not to be kept or stored in the fridge .

Yeah,you guessed right and nd I made sure to break as many as I could at any given opportunity.

Responsibilities felt like chains,traps,more like a prison and I was determined to break free.

To be as free as a bird .

That night, despite the warnings and threats of been grounded,I was ignited by rebellion and a thirst for adventure,I wasn't a caged bird,I needed to explore ,to have fun.

I found myself in the heart of party,the most awaited party the seniors at school had talked about.

It was a party against my parents' wishes but to me it was just another day in the life of Martina Lopez

But as the night wore on,the smell of beer ,sweat and cigarettes,the tensions began to boil beneath the surface.

A look, a word, a touch-small slights that remained stubbornly and grew until they could no longer be ignored.

It all began with a whispered insult,a mocking laughter in,It was a spark that dug out the glimmer of emotion that had been building all night.

And then, like when a match was thrown into gasoline, the fight erupted.

It started small, nothing really much or worth been watching.

At first a shove here, a punch there, but it quickly escalated into a full-blown brawl,like as if a book had been thrown in a wildfire .

Fists flew from different directions, curses filled the air as the party descended into chaos. Each party challenging someone into a fight.

It was a whirlwind of chaos, nonsense and scattered words.

But as quickly as the fight had begun, it was over.

Suddenly the sound of sirens laced the night, sending warnings about the piercing arrival of the police.

Panic surged through the fear gripped crowd of teenagers like wildfire.

I stumbled out into the night with the others blindly,with no sense of direction.

The echoes of the party fading into the distance

And then, like a fire to gasoline ,without warning the world and everything in it exploded into chaos.

Gunshots rang out immediately,filling and surging through the still night air like a blade.

It was instantly followed by a heart wrenching pain that tore through me like a volcano like I was been operated on while still conscious.

I fell to the ground, the world spinning around me and I at the centre ,confused,in a dizzying blur.

Blood pooled beneath me, staining the pavement crimson as the darkness crawled in.

I was dying slowly with no one to hold my hand,no last goodbyes ,just running feets that didn't give a hoot about me

As the world faded into shadows, confusion and fear lay it's icy finger on me.

I felt myself drifting, floating down into nothingness and out like I was a puppet.

My body became weightless as if I was a kite, floating ,been controlled by the wind, floating above it all.

Colours swirled around me blindly , dragging me into a dizzying whirlpool, and for a moment, I felt like I was being pulled into another realm.

And then, as if from nowhere, a very great light shone,I lifted my hands to protect myself but it was all futile ,there it was ,a portal appeared before me-an unexplained rip in the fabric of reality that defied imagination and explanation.

I stumbled back in shock, my heart pounding with fear and disbelief.It can't be happening,it only happened in movies.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely more than a desperate plea, inaudible that I wondered if I even said anything in the first place.

"This can't be happening."I said in a small voice looking around me wildly.

But the thing that emerged from the darkness , slowly like the devil himself paid no heed to my protests.

His gaze was cold and casting thousand pieces of fear into ne.

When he spoke,his voice sent ripples of echo through me cutting through the air like a sword.

"It is time," he bellowed, his words echoing in the emptiness around us.

I shook my head.

"Who are you?" I asked trying to push out the air of fear out of my lungs."Why I'm I out of my body ? What is going on here ?"

"Easy child." It said in a slow drawling tone,it's towering bony height made me look like a Barbie doll.

It was clad in black clothes that looked like they had once been shreds of fabric sewn quickly together but looked kind of neat.

He held a long croaked bony staff and a hat making him look like Khonsus,the Egyptian god of the moon.

"You are dead." He said suddenly not even giving me the privilege to ask further questions or relay the bad news to me sweetly.

"No,that's can't be." I yelled ,denial rising like bile in my throat looking around me wildly ."No, I refuse to believe it. I refuse to die!" The words coming out in chocked whispers as tears stung my eyes.

"Stephanie......Deon.....Mallory.....Dwane....."

"They can't hear you." He intoned after watching me for some silent minutes.

Then the figure regarded me with a gaze as cold and unyielding as death itself.

"You have defied the natural order," he intoned, his voice echoing , sending vibrations through the mist of emptiness around us.

Fear clawed at my chest, squeezing it,almost making me choke and cough out my insides as I struggled to make sense of his words.

How could this be ?

"Who the bloody hell are you? " I stamped my feet refusing to believe this rubbish,I stamped my feet so hard and I wished the way I did would pummel me back into my body but here I was face to face with this bony creature.

"Call me The Grim Reaper." It said once, solemnly,it's hollow eyes boring a hole through me, through my soul.

I shook my head not believing this.I stared up at him, confusion drumming in my head.

What the hell?

"I thought the Grim Reaper existed only in books and in movies." I whispered to myself my voice choking with another barrel of tears.

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach .

"But this is reality,Martina not your romance novels ." It said." Now come,it's time,once the portal closes you will be a roaming soul cast out and never to be accepted by the underworld,the Creator himself will be angry with you."

"I'm going nowhere ." I echoed stubbornly,pain and regret surged through my voice."Do something,I don't want to die,I'm just eighteen..... please..

Anything....Do you want money...cars.... please don't take me away.....I beg you."

I never knew I could cry.

Martina Lopez was a hard nut,I was sassy,I never cried.

But here I was begging,I glanced at my body - lifeless and cold.

"Your parents already knew of your death,so come on now." It said and began to walk away."There are other souls waiting."

Then it stopped and I felt hope surging, tearing, through me.

"There is only but a chance,you have no say in it but to accept." It gave a lengthy pause as my heart hammered.

"You have been chosen to fulfill a higher purpose-a task that will require all of your strength and courage."

What the hell ?

What was he talking about?

"I'm not performing any stupid task,put me back into my body now!"I yelled.

The figure regarded me with a mixture of pity and impatience,then I saw something like a smile tugging at a bony lips.

"You have no choice," he said simply. "Your time has come, and you must accept it,or remain dead .Forever."

The last word brought common sense raging through me.

My heart drummed madly in my chest as I tried to comprehend the weight of his words.

"But... but what task? What purpose?" I asked softly desperation creeping into my voice."Will I come back to life."

"Certainly, Martina,you will come back to life."

My moment of joy and happiness was cut short as he stared at mean unreadable expression in his face.

"But not in this world." It said bluntly not bothering that my pounding heart was going to rip out soon.

"I...I .... don't understand." I stuttered."I'm I going to hell ? What other World exist apart from this world of ours ?" I found myself asking sheepishly.

"Many." It dropped the last word hot and bubbling.

"There is a task that needs your urgent attention now before we proceed , let's go through the formalities - Do you Martina Lopez want to stay dead or stay alive?"

What kind of sick question is that ?

"I want to stay alive."

"Then you have to do that but in the past.You will be going to the past."

I blinked rapidly."I beg your pardon? I'm not freaking going to the past."

"Then stay dead." It said and proceed to go into the portal.

"Are you leaving me behind?"i asked my voice hanging by the thread of hopeless and sadness

"Please don't."

"Then you have to obey the last order." It said simply.

"Wait " I yelled feeling pity for myself hoping he had hear me above the heavy wind starting to blow and the portal dancing in time to shut down.

"I will....go..to the past." I choked forcing the bubble of words down the pit of my stomach to roll out forcefully." What must I do ? What task must I perform?"

The figure's expression remained impassive, unreadable, grim ,a haunting look .

"You are going back to the year 1945,you will have to teach an arrogant Alpha how to love and respect human feelings."

"What.... During the world war ? Can't you take me to like ten years ago." I asked my eyes widening."And what has an Alpha got to do with this,my parents are Betas. You can do something... please change my fate."

"I'm sorry,I can't...but you will be lucky if you make him love you again though you are the Alpha's most unbeloved,you are his Luna but the love between you both is thin,you just have to teach him a few things else many will lose their lives.You will be Helena Elston."

"That can't be possible,how will I teach someone about human feelings when I don't have never been in a real relationship before." I tried to protest my way out of this sick game.

"You will learn."

"How ?

"All will be revealed in time," He said solemnly. "But for now, you must trust in the path that has been laid before you." Then he gave a small nod.

With a wave of his hand, he gestured towards the portal,

its swirling depths and sounds beckoning me forward,to a realm unknown.

And though every instinct screamed for me to run,it was no use.

His words kept creeping back into my ears.

"....stay dead."

I knew that there was no turning back.

And so, with a heavy heart and a mind filled with uncertainty,not knowing what to do, I exhaled and stepped into the unknown.

I stopped and took a glance,at the world I knew and loved that I was leaving behind .

I wanted to ask him if I was ever going to come back,to this world or beg him to give me a minute to see my parents,to say my final goodbyes.

I was definitely the word pain in human form.

Yes,pain that's what I had caused my parents.

I heard the sound of the ambulance,it's red and blue lights blinding me.

Slowly not wanting to see the medics zip up my body in the body bag and taking it away.

I turned and pummeled myself into the portal which swallowed me up immediately and shut down.

Slowly consciousness creeped into my soul, I found myself engulfed and hugged in a haze of confusion.

The unmistakably familiar scent of antiseptic attacked my senses,dancing with my nostrils .

Then mingling with the distant yet unfamiliar echoes of bustling activity.

What was going on ?

Had I returned to the party.

The Grim Reaper was he just a joke,a fragment of my imagination.

I must have drank too much.

I opened my eyes slowly,blinking back against the harsh light pouring through the thin curtains.

I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

My eyes flutter open to settle on an unfamiliar ceiling, its annoying whiteness a stark contrast to that of my own bedroom.

No I wasn't in my bedroom

I had gone to a party.

What the hell

It can't be

Should I say memories of last night cane surging in

The fight

The sirens

Me leaving the world

The grim Reaper

Oh,hell.

Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness, scratching my heart ,as fragmented memories flooded back.

The accident.I was remembering now,having a tiny painful flashback surging through me.

The blinding pain I had felt when the bullet hit my sides.

And then... darkness.

"Mademoiselle, you're awake!"

The nurse's high pitched voice surges through the fog of confusion, jolting me forcefully to reality.

Her small face swimming into focus beside me.

What the hell ?

Her voice had creeped me out of my skin.

"Where... where am I?" I stuttered,my voice like a croak so inaudible.I thought I had whispered.

"You're in SilverShadowPack ,mademoiselle," The nurse replies, her tone gentle yet matter-of-fact,giving me a very funny look.

"You were brought here after the accident."

SilverShadowPack ,The name sounds unfamiliar,I looked around me, hoping the Grim Reaper was somewhere,he needed to explain to me.

Shadows danced in my consciousness as I tried to steady myself in this strange world.

"The accident?" I repeated, my heart pounding in my chest.

I was shot by a stray bullet,it counted as an accident too.

I dragged warm air into my lungs.From the corner of my eyes I could see red hair sliding down my left shoulder.

I picked a strand with a finger.

Cool,so I was now a red head.I thought to myself trying not to scream.

What the.....

I tried warning myself not to scream or act wild but heavens knew that I was freaking out.

I was dwelling in a body which wasn't mine.

"Yes, you were... lucky to survive," The nurse continues her tale ,I was lost in the sea of confusion, didn't comprehend her story

Wasn't listening either.

Her voice was stained with sympathy.

Lucky. The word hangs heavy in the air.

Yeah,right.

Lucky to be in the past, alive in 1945.

But why do I feel anything but fortunate?

With a jolt, I sit up suddenly, ignoring the protest of the sharp pains surging forward.

How did I get here?I didn't remember asking the owner of the body to make space for me to dwell in ?

Questions swirl in my mind, dancing , teasing me, trading one another for the next

As if in response, the door to the room swings open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the harsh glow of the corridor.