The Alpha's Famous Mate | Rewritten Version

Melody’s POV

At the moment I am in the middle of one of my concerts, doing what I love performing for my adoring fans. Having the time of my life! Enjoying the thrill of performing for my fans and feeding off of their energy. I am singing my last song for tonight. I gotta end this concert on a high note! Smiling widely at the roaring crowd cheering me on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before beginning the song. Then I slowly raise the mike in my left hand towards my face and start singing with my eyes still closed. Getting lost in the song as I do so.

“She just wants to be beautiful

She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits

She craves attention, she praises an image

She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor

Oh, she don’t see the light that’s shining

Deeper than the eyes can find it

Maybe we have made her blind

So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away

’Cause cover girls don’t cry after their face is made

But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark

You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Oh-oh, oh-oh

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

She has dreams to be an envy, so she’s starving

You know, covergirls eat nothing

She says beauty is pain and there’s beauty in everything

What’s a little bit of hunger?

I could go a little while longer, she fades away

She don’t see her perfect, she don’t understand she’s worth it

Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface

Oh, oh

So to all the girls that’s hurting

Let me be your mirror, help you see a little bit clearer

The light that shines within

There’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark

You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Oh-oh, oh-oh

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

No better you than the you that you are (no better you than the you that you are)

No better life than the life we’re living (no better life than the life we’re living)

No better time for your shine, you’re a star (no better time for your shine, you’re a star)

Oh, you’re beautiful, oh, you’re beautiful

And there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark

You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Oh-oh, oh-oh

And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart

No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful.”

“Goodnight you guys, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was an absolute pleasure to perform for such an amazing crowd!” I tell them after completing Alessia Cara’s ‘Scars To Your Beautiful,’ then I gracefully make my way off of the stage.

As I make my way through the people running around backstage who made sure everything went well tonight I send them all smiles of appreciation. When I finally make it to my dressing room I sigh as I close the door remembering to lock it in the process, I slide down the door in pure exhaustion. My exhaustion is short lived when I see the clock above my mirror which makes my eyes widen in slight panic. Oops… It looks like I’m going to be in trouble tonight, or this morning. I quickly stand up and rip my wig off, chucking it on a random chair in my dressing room. I rush to take off my outfit and remove my makeup. Looks like my life as both a popstar and normal girl are about to come to an end. Goodbye double life, it was nice knowing you. Death by loved ones is nice enough to have carved on your tombstone.

My only thought right now is that I’m totally dead once I get home. Someone please arrange a bouquet of white lilies for my funeral. I quickly checked the time on my phone as I’m making my way out of the dressing room, it’s 01:39 am. Yip, my brothers are so gonna kill me. Especially since I have school tomorrow. I’m so dead. My fate is definitely sealed. As I leave the building holding my phone to my chest I notice my two bodyguards in my peripheral view trailing behind me. Both of them wearing evident smirks on their stupid faces. At least they find this entertaining, I’m glad I could provide some amusement in their lives before my untimely demise. Ughhh, they know I’m in trouble and are enjoying watching me panic, which causes me to let out a warning growl to them. Almost immediately they are emotionless and straighten up. Uh huh that’s what I thought boys. After dealing with them I immediately go back to panicking and planning my funeral. Hopefully my brothers say some nice things at my funeral… Maybe that’s wishful thinking though.

“They won’t kill us, they love us way too much. Plus if we were to die by their hand our fans would hunt our oh so amazing brothers down.” says my wolf, Viola, who interrupts my funeral plans.

“Oh shush Viola, I need to get to my car and concentrate on driving, I don’t have time to argue with you.” I say rolling my eyes, “Plus you’re forgetting that our fans don’t know that they are our brothers, they’ll get away with it.”

As I make my way into my car I make sure to block out Viola, I make eye contact with my bodyguards and smile.

“Thanks guys, I’m fine to drive myself home. You guys can go home to your families, see you at the next one.” I say to them smiling. Before climbing into my black Ferrari with tinted windows.

They both watch me get into the car and drive away. Once I’ve made it a distance from the parking lot I see their eyes glaze over as they watch my car disappear. They must have mind linked my brothers that I’m finally on my way home. Oh joy, now the devils I call brothers are definitely counting down the minutes until I get home, knowing them, they’ve planned my death at least a hundred times already. At this point I’d be lucky to get off with just being grounded- but I think I’d prefer a swift death instead. Being grounded means no singing, no singing means I very sad and miserable.