Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 142

Sadie

The last thing I remember was having Alec’s burning eyes on me. That and the intense pain I felt. Pain that left me feeling like my head was being split wide open. That was before everything disappeared, and I fell into a pitch-black hole of nothingness.

I felt nothing. I saw nothing. I was just existing in whatever dream land I was in. despite everything being dark, I was at peace. It was a kind of dreamless, peaceful sleep. One that I needed given that I had not been sleeping well.

I honestly don’t know what woke me up. I just remember feeling the need to wake up. The need to protect. My eyes then snapped open, and I teleported. I was confused and disoriented, that is, until I materialized in the fighting arena and saw Lucy shaking my baby girl like a rag doll.

I’ve always hated that bitch. It’s not like my crush on Alec was a secret. She was one of my biggest bullies and would use the fact that I loved Alec to torment me. She would rub it in my face that Alec had fucked her multiple times. She would describe detail by detail what she and he did between the sheets, enjoying the fact that she was shredding my heart into pieces.

I hated those moments. I hated hearing her tell me how Alec was good in the sack, but I would never get to find out because he wouldn’t even look at me with a blind fold on. It hurt and tormented me because I couldn’t understand what Alec saw in her. I didn’t understand what she had that I didn’t. What made him want a bitch like her, but not someone like me.

Of course, I wanted more from him. I didn’t want to be treated like a whore. After all, everyone knows that Lucy got around… But I just didn’t get what he saw in her. After he found Lola, whatever used to be between them stopped because Lucy never mentioned anything about her and Alec, but she would still rub it in my face that Lola was his mate and I wasn’t.

Apart from her hurtful words, there would be the occasional tripping me with her foot or bumping my shoulders too hard. There were snide remarks about my body and weight. I’d accepted that I would never be model thin, and I was okay with that. I just hated it that she body-shamed me. It’s not a bad thing to be curvy.

When I was imprisoned, she was one of my regular visitors. I hated her visits because she would only come to taunt me. She didn’t usually hurt me physically, but I don’t know which is worse. Physical torture or emotional torture.

Seeing her hurt my little girl made me wonder what Alec ever saw in the bitch. She was nothing but a viper. Maybe her pussy was a pot of honey, and he felt like he’d reached a kind of heaven. I don’t know, but I’ll never understand.

I am not terrible, though, no matter how much I despise her. That’s why I asked Aspen what happened. Aspen can’t lie to save her life. Once I’d gotten my answers, it was game over.

I don’t know what happened; something just snapped inside me. Even as I watched her die, very painfully, might I add, it was like I was there but at the same time I wasn’t. I didn’t feel bad for killing her. I needed to make an example out of her. Anyone who dared to hurt Aspen would end up the same.

“Does it still hurt?” I ask Aspen as I am pulled from my thoughts by her whimpers.

“A little,” she yawns.

“How about I apply some ointment, we get some breakfast, then we take a nap?”

“It’s still morning, mama; naps are for noon,” she says in amusement, as if I’ve said the most ridiculous thing ever.