Raised For The Alpha

Diamonds

I dress in leather trousers and a red top. The trousers are so tight and fitted to me that I have to practise wide steps across my room so that they feel a little stretchier. I decided on the ballet-looking shoes which are incredibly comfortable. I wish I could wear them daily but I know that the others would notice immediately.

All the girls downstairs wear makeup and their hair styled but I don’t know how to do any of that. My hair is always wild but I do have one item which might help. It’s a hair clip I found in this room when I was eight. I kept it safe because it felt like treasure. The hair clip is silver and it slides through my hair and then clasps together. It’s lots of little diamonds encrusted flowers on the outside of the clip which look really good with the contrast of my dark hair.

I slide the clip and fasten it to the left side of my hair as I’ve seen other girls wear clips. This one is a bit fancier though and I’m unsure if I should wear it at all. I wish I had makeup, but I don’t know if it would emphasise my eyes too much. One brown and one blue. I know that people stare, and I don’t want to attract any more attention to them. Besides, I already look so different. I want Oisin to be able to recognise me and find me.

He always wears the same, dark jeans and a dark T-shirt. Sometimes his Father makes him wear what is called a Tux. I don’t know what the difference is between a normal suit which Alpha Magnus wears daily and the Tux which is for special occasions. They look the same to me, but when Oisin wears one, it stands out.

Hazel always tries to comb his chestnut hair back and I watch him ruffle his hands through it so it’s tousled and messy again. It always makes me smile and sometimes I want to mess it up for him. I don’t know why I have the urge to do that. Maybe one day I will.

I hear the floorboard creak outside my room and I panic before I hear a knock. ‘Bonnie, can I come in.’ The deep voice says. It’s Oisin. If it’s a set-up, then everything will be over soon. This is the risk I chose to take so that I can enjoy something before my life belongs to Magnus, even more than it already does.

I open the door and Oisin drops his mouth open in shock. I wrap my arms around my stomach and want to hide. He doesn’t like it. Oisin takes my hand and twirls me around. I nearly fall, I’ve never been twirled around before. When my eyes find his again, I see the huge smile on his face and it reaches his eyes. His amber eyes with flecks of gold.

‘Why do you look sad, Bon Bon?’ He asks me as I see his eyes trail all over my body. ‘Erm, do I look okay?’ I whisper whilst I wrap my arms back around my body.

‘You are worried if you look okay? You look beautiful every day, but tonight, you look sensational.’ My cheeks feel like they are on fire. Why are they so hot? My chest feels hot too and I feel embarrassed. Why am I embarrassed? He said something nice to me. Something nobody had ever said to me before.

He’s just being kind. He only really speaks to me on my birthday. Every other day it’s smiles and mostly silence. He only calls me ‘Bon Bon’ on my birthday too. He’s never mean to me and he always acknowledges me with a smile, and sometimes I like to think there are silent words between us. I might be mistaken though. Maybe I assume we have silent conversations but we don’t.

Oisin grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, grabbing my chin and turning my head as he stares at the clip in my hair. He’s a bit rough and aggressive but my body doesn’t flinch, even if my mind can sense that he’s mad. My body isn’t afraid and it doesn’t mind him touching me. Interesting, because usually I automatically flinch and move away.

His eyes look watery and as he catches me looking at him, he smiles at me. ‘Is everything okay? Sorry, I found this in the room and I, I shouldn’t have worn it, sorry.’ I say as I raise my hand to remove it.

He catches my hand and shakes his head. ‘No, don’t. It looks lovely on you. You should wear it.’ He says and although the smile is real, it looks half sad and half happy and I can’t decipher what that means.

‘Are you sure?’ I ask and I touch it, feeling paranoid now and not at all comfortable with keeping something in my hair which made someone angry and nearly cry.

‘It was my Mothers, that’s all. I thought all of her things had been thrown away except the photographs Hazel kept for me. I recognise it from the Photos but my only memory of her is her tucking me into bed and kissing my head. She was wearing a ball gown and had that in her hair. The next day she died.’

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if it’s better or worse if I remove it. I can’t wear it now, it’s the only thing he has of his Mother and I’m selfishly wearing it.

‘Please don’t remove it. She wasn’t wearing it when she died. It was the night before when she kissed me goodbye before she went on a trip. I don’t know why it’s up here, but it’s fate. You were supposed to find it and I know it might not seem like it, but it’s brought me happiness. I’m not going to wear it myself, am I?’ He laughs. I laugh too and he pulls my arm through his so that our arms are linked as he takes me from the house.