Alpha’s Hybrid Cinderella
Chapter 129

Alita

My eyes snap open and I take in a sharp breath.

Everything suddenly flooded into my mind. Being taken from the party for Osborn, Peelle, and Eda, the brain washing ritual, all the time I started figuring things out and Aamon would drug me again.

Everything. Every single little detail of my life came back.

I grind my teeth together in anger. I'm ready. It's time for Aamon to die.

I slip out of Mateo's grip and thankfully he's in such a deep sleep that he doesn't notice me leave.

The house is quiet, no one is awake, but still, I am careful as I sneak out to the cell. I walk into Aamon's room, and he looks surprised to see me but then he notices my prominent baby bump and says, "Oh my goddess, our baby looks like it's cooking great! How are you feeling love?"

I hiss, "I am not your love!" I huff as I try to regain my composure. I don't want him to think of me as a small hot-headed child. No, I will be cold and calculated with my actions.

I look at him and say in a cold voice, "I got my memories back."

He scoffs, "Yeah right."

I stare at him and he shakes his head, "That's impossible."

I smirk, "No, it's not. Now... are you ready to meet your end?"

He chuckles, "Oh my dear, I know you're not capable of murder."

I chuckle, "Oh, Aamon, you have no idea what I'm capable of. You see, there are plenty of things that I remember that you tried to get me to forget. I remember the way that you would torture our guests if they attempted to touch me, I remember the way you cut off someone's tongue because they tried to tell me the truth. All these things you tried to wipe from my mind are still here. And I think it's time you had a taste of your own medicine."

His face pales as he realizes that I was telling the truth and that I remembered everything. I can't help the sadistic smile that grows on my face as I say, "Let's get started."

Osborn

Things have been better since Alita has come home. She still doesn't remember anything and although that sucks, I think we are all just grateful that she is home and that we know she is safe.

I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and I look over at Eda and Peelle, but I'm surprised when Peelle turns his head to face me and his eyes are open. He mind links me, "Do you have a weird feeling too?"

"Yeah, I do. I think we need to check on Aamon."

"Agreed."

It takes us a moment to maneuver out of bed because we didn't want to wake Eda. But once we were out, we rushed to the door.

The pack house is quiet and everything seems like it's normal. But I can't help the fear that grips my heart as I wonder if Aamon somehow managed to escape.

We walk into the cells and before we have even opened his door I notice the heavy metallic scent of blood.

What the hell?

We rush to his room and I let out a gasp as I see the white padded walls covered with blood. There's a pool of blood underneath Aamon and standing over him is our sister. She stands there like she is in shock and hasn't even looked over at us.

Blood coats her hands, there's splatters of it on her face and her outfit. But she doesn't even acknowledge us. Peelle walks over and tries to get her to move. When it's obvious she won't budge, he picks her up and carries her out of the room. I sigh and shake my head as I leave the room.

Aamon is dead. Now there's no hope for Alita's memory to return.

We bring Alita inside, but she still hasn't responded to us. I run to get our parents, it's inappropriate for one of us to bathe her and we need to get the stench of blood off of her. Mom rushes down the steps and comes in front of Alita. She looks at us and demands, "What happened?"

I shrug, "No clue, mom. We found her in Aamon's cell and she was like this."

Mom presses her lips together and dad helps her bring Alita up to their room. I breathe out, I don't know how long Alita will be in this state of shock.

Alita

I did things to Aamon that I won't ever be able to forget.

He fought me the best he could with his legs, but he was no match for me.

I castrated him, I cut him so that he would bleed out, I rubbed salt into the wounds just to hear him scream. And I don't regret it, but I'm ashamed because I'm worried about what everyone else will think of me.

I finally realize what's happening when the water splashes over me. My mom looks at me concerned and I look away from her, scared that she'll see my thoughts and be ashamed of me for the things I did.

I feel a sharp pain in my stomach that causes me to cry out. My mom panics, "Alita, what's wrong, sweetie?"

I hiss and start panting to breathe and she murmurs, "Oh no."

Suddenly, she rushes out of the room, and I hear her yell out, "Call the pack doctor, I think she's in labor!"

Labor? What?! No, no, no, it's way too soon for that.

Mateo is by my side quickly and he tries to help me breathe. But all I can think is: this can't be happening! It's too soon. The baby won't live. Why is this happening?

Then, I remember how Aamon struggled. I remember how he kicked my stomach. I was just too lost in my bloodlust to quit.

This is my fault.