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I voiced out, beginning to feel cranky. “Your strengths, your weaknesses, your flaws and imperfections; I have them all. You are fighting yourself. We have the same skills, the same mind, the same thoughts, the same vibe, the same memories, the same feelings. But unlike you, I have the insane urge to kill.” He laughed maniacally. “And my favorite is beheading people. Just imagine everyone coming to your room, and they discover your beautiful head on the floor.” A chill ran through my bones. He continued,

"Maybe. It still feels weird, though. Like I'm acting like someone I'm not."That's how everyone feels about their titles. Alpha, Luna, and Beta are not identities we are born with; rather, they are roles we develop into. He took a seat on the bed next to me. "What else? What does Kaia want that has nothing to do with Shadowborn or sanctuary?"One day, I hope to have kids. Eventually, but not right now. desire to grow kids in the world we are creating rather than the one I was raised in."His face softened. "How many children?"

She just ended up staring at the glass. "This is the simple example of power of your brain... You can't do anything until it wants to... Aurora's mind works differently... Have you seen people who don't realise what they have done in anger and then regret after realising it..." Marona explained. "It's just like that... Her brain has created the world in which she is comfortable and when she wants to experience it, she will... When she read the journal, she must have wanted to become like Rebecca, her confidence, her power, everything must have allured her... Aurora couldn't be like her in real life but her mental condition sucked in the character."

Jane says dreamily and I smile. “Trust me, it’s just the same as the human world. The character personality is just the same, some people can be good or bad or even toxic. But it’s kind of more complicated to be there because most things follow certain rules that are punished heavily if they’re disobeyed. Here in the human world, the rules are not too strict and the people still behave as they please.” I answer her.

“I am the reason you’ve grown so cynical and for that I am sorry.” “You are?” I couldn’t hide my astonishment at his admission. I also became suspicious. “Yes. I am also sorry it changes nothing. I will have you. Again. And again.” Wham! And there it was! I snorted. Loudly. Our clan should have been named Pig-Headed Alpha Pack. “Gemma, that is not funny. My head does not look like a pig.” I smiled. “See? That’s what I’m talking about. You have no sense of humor. This is a major character flaw I cannot overlook.” For the millionth time, I built an impenetrable fortress around my mind. I deserved my privacy. Dammit.

I turned to look at who I knew it was and there he was leaning against the doorframe with his hands squeezed over his chest. I narrowed my eyes in his direction and the fact that he had this cold glint in his eyes proved that I was really stupid and delusional, living in my head all this whole and even when I could have gotten the damn clues, I decided to stick to the narrative that Conan was a sweet angel. I decided to stick to the narrative that he was perfect when he showed characters that proved that he wasn't anywhere near perfect. My mind strayed towards the time when Conan vowed to stab Kayla and her baby when we all thought that she was pregnant.

"Not that, yes Karl is an alpha, but he isn't truly independent, he is still under his father's leadership, I can't tell you stuff about Karl because of the alphas loyalty but I just want you to know that not every villian wakes up and chooses violence, most don't even recognise they are villians because they think that everything they do is right." I tried to read meaning into what she was saying, Heedah looked like she knew so much but she wasn't permitted to say anything so she was using codes to speak, but I still couldn't decode it. "Heedah, if you're referring to yourself as the villain then you must be out of your mind, trust me you are far from being a villian." I scoffed. She gave m

But nothing about this gesture screams to be anything but…. Infact if I were to overlook the fact that my address wasn’t now public knowledge to God knows who I would have found this lovely gift of his moving and thoughtful… It still was! Fuck! I definitely should start panicking right? It’s the sane thing to do! But I guess I was never a sane author! None of my characters were anyway! Instead they mirror each and every one of my own dark desires! ITS A HE! It’s definitely a he!

She gets up and starts to clean up the table. “Even my headmates said you growled,” I said as we started to leave the cafeteria. “You’re still calling them headmates?” She asked me with a quizzical glance. “Well, yea. Don’t know what else I would call them. I have DID, it’s a bit more acceptable to say headmates than the aliens living in my mind…” I sigh, “People already think I’m strange enough as is. I don’t need to give them more reasons. Saying I’m the overload of a collective might get me that 5150 status, the step-witch keeps threatening me with.”

To think I held a gun to my head only a while ago. If my Grandmother heard what I said, I do not know what she would think. It is possible that she might understand, being that the Alpha probably stole her away and is currently making her suffer. I should not think in such ways, but my mind seems to only think of the negative possibilities. It is much easier to imagine them, especially with all this violence crowding around me lately, though technically I am bringing it to myself. Sometimes I catch myself imagining what it would be like to have met Sebastian and have no worries like the ones prodding at me now. Would I know him better? Would he be more open without all this stress? I interna