Violet scrubbed the counters with singular focus or at least she was trying to give it her complete and total attention. It seemed her mind was intent on making her painfully aware of how much her life was a state of complete and total disaster. Her parents were dead, murdered, and Violet was starting to doubt the chance they would ever get justice. Her real friends seemed to have forgotten she ever existed, and the ‘friends’ she had now would kill her as soon as they discovered what she was. Then there was her birthday. It was her birthday today and she got to celebrate it by cooking food for her parents’ murderer. She was caught between wanting to scream at everyone and throw the knives she used to prepare their food at them and curling up in a corner and sobbing as hard as she could. Much as she tried, a few tears had escaped. Thankfully, no one noticed them. 

Violet walked through the Alpha’s mansion with a cup of coffee in her hands. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker but holding the warm cup helped relaxed her nervousness. Tomorrow was the day. The day she was going to make her move. She replayed the plan over and over in her head. As soon as the servers began serving dinner she would go upstairs to the alpha’s office. She would have a good thirty minutes at best to finish her search. The room wasn’t that big, it really shouldn’t take her that long to search the office.Stopping by the staircase that led up to the second floor, Violet took in a shaky breath. Every time she thought of breaking into the office, Violet started getting this sick feeling. She leaned against the railing and took a minute to concentrate on her breathing. She stared into the caramel-colored liquid, feeling her nausea start to pass. Hearing someone, Viol

Violet’s heart pounded in her chest as she carefully made her way towards the staircase. The sounds of people enjoying their dinner filtered through the house. That was probably the only reason Violet hadn’t fainted yet. If there is one thing she learned through all this is that she didn’t have a future in espionage. She was not, in fact, the next James Bond. As she reached the stairs, Violet paused and held her breath. She listened for anything that might hint someone was coming her way. Letting it out, Violet started up the stairs torn between running up and being careful, but slow.Every creak of the dark wood made her cringe as she went until she was finally on the second floor. Taking another deep breath, Violet she checked again for signs someone might be up there. Again, there was nothing. The only thing she heard was the soft hum of the A.C. She took one cautious step towards the

Violet hesitated for a moment. Part of her was sure this was a trap, but trap or not, this was her chance to get answers.  Swallowing, she followed the alpha out of the cell past Mrs. Chaplin and Nolan. Her shoulders hunched up as they fell behind her and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She took a slow deep breath then let it out, as they ascended the stairs. He led her to the second floor and back to his office that she’d just been in. “Close the door, Helena,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of his desk then waved a hand for Violet to sit in one of the chairs near the front of his desk. Violet didn’t sit down. She stood, crossing her arms. A small smile appeared on the corner of the alpha’s mouth and he nodded. When the door was closed the smile dropped. “So, I suppose you have a l

Once the alpha had left, Violet paced the room, trying to assimilate everything the alpha had told her. Jeremy wasn’t really Jeremy but this Richard Morgan? She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. More than ever, Violet wished her mother was there. If only her mom had told her about all of this before, but now Violet could only guess who was telling her the truth and who was lying to her. She paced the room as her thoughts tumbled and built up in her head until she felt like it was going to explode. Needing to get out of that room, Violet left and started to go down the stairs when she stopped halfway. What if she saw Mia or someone else she knew? Would they all know who she was human? Furthermore, would they know the alpha claimed to be her father? Oddly, having the truth known made her feel more like an intruder than she felt when she was lying to everyone.