Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 195

I walked into my room and immediately went to the bathroom to take yet another shower. This one, unlike the previous one, was quick. I was hoping that I could wash away Alec’s burning stare and the dirt that came with dragging a hybrid through the forest. I managed to wash the dirt away, but not his burning gaze. One that followed me all the way back into the packhouse.

Once done, I changed into my pajamas, noting that I had discarded another pair right before I shifted.

I got into bed, careful not to disturb or wake up Aspen before settling in. I thought that I would struggle to find sleep like I did just a few hours ago. I was wrong, though. The moment my head hit the pillow, I was off. It took less than five minutes for me to fall into the dark abyss of sleep.

***

I was in the garden chasing after a butterfly. It was so pretty, and I just wanted to study it. I was laughing, turning around in circles, my small bare feet on the soft, lush grass underneath me.

It kept circling me before landing on the tip of my nose.

I couldn’t stop the giggle that left my lips. It was so ticklish, but it also made me happy that it chose to land on my nose. I didn’t want to scare it away. Like I said, I just wanted to touch it and know how it feels to have the colorful creature on my palm.

I slowly stretched out my hand, ready to catch it. The anticipation was killing me, but it also brought a sense of excitement.

I was just about to catch it; I was so close when, from nowhere, someone screamed my name.

The butterfly flies away, and I immediately deflate like a punctured balloon.

I turn in annoyance. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” she asks, looking at me in confusion.

“You scared the butterfly away. I wanted to feel its soft wings.” My irritation was evident, even as I scowled at the girl who seemed to be my age.

She rolled her eyes at me as if she had just heard the stupidest thing. “We are eleven. When are you going to stop this childishness?”

My frown deepened as my anger bubbled to the surface. She had this air of superiority, and I was beginning to hate it. I balled my fist, trying to stop myself from doing anything that would hurt our relationship or cause our mother to get angry at me.

“Stop it,” I growl at her, feeling my wolf come to the surface.

She smirks. “Or what? I’m only telling the truth. We should be focused on training and here you are chasing after a butterfly like a child.”

“I said stop it!”

"No,” she growls back at me. “Stop being childish and stupid, and maybe I’ll stop.”

Calling me stupid triggers me, making my anger bubble out. I rushed over to her and pushed her. It was all so perfect in my head. I’d push her, she’d fall to the ground, and I’d be satisfied watching her crying.

It doesn’t happen like I'd imagined, though. She doesn’t move an inch. With her hands folded across her chest, her smirk broadens.

"Weak,” she mutters. “You are weak! That’s why you can’t even do anything to me. What kind of leader will you be when you can’t even defeat me?”

Her words break my heart. The anger that was there a minute ago disappears and hurt takes its place. I try to fight it, but I can’t. My eyes start filling with tears and my shoulders shake with my sobs.

I stare at her under my lashes and, for the first time in my life, I feel inferior to her. She has always been stronger. She has always been more elegant than I am. She is the golden child that our mother is proud of.