Alpha's claim

was anything but that. My father was cold, calculating, and cruel. He made m

ars old. I had spilled a glass of juice on the floor, and he had screamed at me, calli

y grades to my appearance. They made me feel like I was worthless like I would never amou

sical abuse, too. My father would hit me for the smallest infractio

d in my room, trying to escape the hell that was my life. But no matter how hard I tri

younger than me, with big brown eyes and curly brown hair. She was the daughte

it was her innocence, her purity. Maybe it was the way s

y day, following her on her walks, spying on her through h

ia only grew stronger. I would do anything t

ement that coursed through my veins when I heard the news. It

er Amelia arrived to live with us. I didn't shed a tear when I heard the news. I felt a sen

le of abuse that had been passed down to me. I was doomed to hurt her

eel my obsession burning brighter than ever. I know it's wrong,

sense of ownership. I had watched her grow up and had

he way she used to smile at me like I was the only person in the world. A

e sure of that. I had wiped her memory clean

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Why had

I needed to make Amelia trust me again. I would wait f

uld take her back, make her mine once ag

plain. It was as if I was transported back to my childhood, to the days when I wo

ter, a creature driven by my twisted desires. And Ame

Ame

voice low

urself. What have

me. I could tell she was wary of me, that she didn't quite trus

n busy wi

nally, her

licated, you know m

eyes never

isited sometime but

could tell she was surprised. "Really?

n, my smile g

see you are hand

I could tell she was pleased, that she wa

ster who had been obsessed with her for years