The Alpha's Pigeon Pair

“Wait! Where are you taking him?! It’s my baby!”

“No, it’s not yours anymore. Remove your hands.”

“But it’s my baby! What are you talking about?! It’s my baby!!!”

“…I hate to break it to you, but Lena, Vince told me he would never accept a homeless girl like you as his wife, let alone the mother of his child. He will raise his son on his own. Let It GO!”

“You are lying!!!! You must be lying…”

Tears ran down from the corners of Lena’s beautiful green eyes. She was sitting on the shabby bed of this narrow house, with a dim broken yellow lamp above her head, hands clutching her older sister, Talia’s sleeve. Cold, painful sweat was all over her beautiful but exhausted pale face. The sheet underneath her was smudged by the blood that ran out of her body with her child.

She looked at Talia with disbelief in her eyes. In between Talia’s arms, the newborn baby was crying frantically, desperately asking for its mommy. 

She clutched Talia’s sleeve so tightly. All her fingertips ran out of blood.    

A surge of repulsion rose from the bottom of Talia’s heart. She curled her lips into a cold, cruel smile, and then persuaded Lena softly. 

“How could I lie to you, Lena? I am your big sister and best friend, remember?” She said while readjusting the baby’s position in her arms to free one hand to clutch Lena's chin ruthlessly, “Just think about it, sweetie. If Vince truly loves you, how come he never visited you once during your pregnancy? It’s eight whole months, dear. Not even once did he come back to take a look at you. He never even called you.”

“Because he is busy,” Lena explained. Tears wouldn’t stop running down her cheeks, but she spoke very quickly and logically, “He told me his father passed away. He had to go back to America to take care of his family. He told me once he got everything arranged, he would come back to pick me up and marry me. It’s our baby! It’s my baby!” she said. 

Talia narrowed her eyes with a cold smirk. She hated her little sister so much that she wanted to strangle her to death. But it wasn't time yet. Before that, she wanted Lena to suffer the worst cruelty.

“Oh, poor thing,” she said, curling her lips into another cold, ruthless smile, and then reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out something. 

“Take a good look at it, sweetie. Vince wasn’t in America at all. He is here all the time, playing with his drinking buddies. He just doesn't want to get near to you again, because you are poor, ugly, and disgusting.”

Tears rushed out of Lena’s eyes instantly. The moment she saw that picture, she finally loosened her grips on Talia’s sleeve and took it into her trembling hands.

In that thin paper, Lena saw her handsome young lover lying on the bed na/kedly with a black-haired woman riding on top of him. 

The woman had her back to the camera. Lena couldn’t see her face, but she knew it was Talia. They had exactly the same butterfly tattoo on their left shoulder blades. 

“How could you…” she raised her head and asked Talia with tears streaming down the corners of her eyes like broken rivers, “I thought we were best friends and sisters.”

Talia stretched her ruthless smile into an even bigger one. She had waited for this moment for so long. Finally, she could stop being nice to her fucking little sister. 

“Because you are a disgusting little tramp. Isn’t it obvious? Vince is mine! He has wanted to be with me since the very first day we met, not you. He just slept with you because his father asked him to have an heir. Now your job is done. Just go fuck yourself!” She said, and then suddenly took a step back with the crying baby.

 Lena tried to grab her but failed. The lack of support made her fall off the bed. The hard edge of the cheap wooden plank hit her belly. She let out a gut-wrenching cry. But she ignored the sheer pain, and struggled, and crawled to Talia's feet.

 “Give my baby back,” she growled in tears and pain, “He is mine! Give my kid back!”

Talia didn’t reply. She just put her foot on Lena’s face and mocked this poor thing, “When are you going to wake up from your ridiculous dreams, little sister? You are nothing but a pathetic lowlife, then act like a fucking one!”

She growled, and then suddenly kicked Lena’s face heavily with the sole of her high heel. Blood ran out of Lena’s nose instantly. She was kicked over on the floor by the cruel f/orce witbout mercy. The sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen made her feel like she was dying. There was something struggling to run out of her belly. But she didn’t care about it. She was too weak and painful to care about anything except her poor baby. So she screamed, lying on the floor, struggling to lift her arms to grab Talia weakly and fruitlessly. 

“Give my kid back! Fuck you! Talia! Fuck! Give him back!!!” she said. 

Talia wasn’t going to stand the insult. She narrowed her eyes dangerously before she walked over to Lena’s still bulging pregnancy belly and looked down at the poor girl with cruelty.

Lena was still struggling. But her  eyes were already closed, and her voice was becoming faint as she was losing her strength to stay conscious. 

There was blood all over her face and dress. More of the scary red fluid were running out from her lower body, suggesting she was literally dying. Still, Talia wanted to make sure of it. And she enjoyed being part of it.

“Farewell, little sis. I swear your little brat will be happy with me.” 

She said while curling up her lips into another vicious, cruel smile and then heavily stomped on Lena’s belly…