My Past Life Alpha

Chapter 2

    My head was spinning, confused, and nauseating, I couldn't open my eyes without feeling that the world was coming upon me. When I tried to collect myself, my whole body screamed in pain. I woke up in a different room, dark, smaller, with only a bed and a small window facing the outside, there was no furniture there, it was gloomy and depressing. Someone had put clothes on me. I tried to sit on the edge of the bed, fighting the blood that was rushing from my head to my feet. The urge to vomit came to me immediately, I struggled to the door that seemed to be the bathroom door and drew the little content of my stomach into the toilet.

    My discomfort did not let me think clearly, I just wanted to get out of that suffocating room. I tried to open the bedroom door, but it seemed to be locked from the outside. Had they really locked me up here? I knocked on the door with what little strength I had. I was getting tired of being weak all the time, I was tired of not knowing anything. After several minutes of knocking, my body could no longer and I waited sitting on the bed. Hours passed before someone opened the door, hours in which I could not remember anything, not a single thing about me, only seemed to know the rules of this world, but not who had taught them to me.

     I was an omega,  I was sure of that, my body was small and fragile. I lived in a world of shapeshifting, I didn't really know how old I was, but I seemed old enough to have my wolf, however, I couldn't communicate with her, maybe that's what made me feel so empty.

    The woman who entered had a tray with her, she had a sweet look, but an athletic body and a braid that made her look rougher. For an instant, almost a second, the image of a young brunette with deep black eyes looking at me sadly appeared in my mind, causing a fleeting pain behind my ears. What was that? 

The woman put the tray of food that smelled delicious on the counter next to my bed.

    "Thank you," I said in a low voice as I savored the chili with sauce that was on the plate.

    Maybe because I didn't know her, I couldn't find meaning in the expression with which she looked at me. If I had to guess, I'd say it was a surprise. Didn't I speak before? Because everyone seems to be surprised when I do it.

    Even though I seemed to be a prisoner in that place, I had no intention of escaping, I knew that this was the only place where I could find answers. I felt that if I left, the possibility of remembering my past would be nil.

    "Can I ask you a question?" I told her in a soft voice and a touch of doubt about whether it was possible for me to even speak in that place.

    The girl looked at me strangely and slowly nodded her head.

    "What is your name?" I was late in asking my question because I didn't know how to explain my situation and the only thing that came to my mind was wanting to have someone to help me.

    She looked at me strangely, as if she was seeing some kind of alien.

    "Lidia, but I already knew that, you okay?" she asked me something dismayed.

    I didn't know if her question was about my well-being or my state of mind, but either way, I couldn't keep my eyes from filling with tears that I struggled to keep in place. Unable to control it, I pulled myself onto her torso and buried my head in her clothes, while she was standing and I remained seated. The sobs started pouring out of my body. The girl remained motionless, while I hugged her unable to let her go.

    “I don't know what to do, Lidia. I can't even remember who I am ”I said that without thinking about the consequences of revealing something like that to someone I didn't know and know if I could trust.

    Lidia was quiet and after a few minutes, she gently pulled away from me and left. I didn't get to see her face or know what she was thinking, I just hoped she didn't do anything wrong with that information.

    After composing myself, I desperately began to eat the food that Lidia had left, it was cold but it didn't matter because I was starving, it tasted delicious. I finished every last bite and drank the entire glass of water in two gulps, then took a long nap as I still felt weak. When I woke up I felt much better, the dizziness had disappeared and I didn't feel so fragile, in fact, I had a lot of energy, as if my body just needed to have some food.

    I knocked on the door to try my luck, but I knew no one would be coming for a long time. I explored the small room and found a box under the bed full of old acrylic paints and brushes with split ends, a smile invaded me, apparently, I had found something to pass the time with and distract myself from all the question I couldn't answer.

    I spent the whole afternoon exploring the tools and adorning the wall with a variety of flowers and landscapes, the truth is that I was not bad at it, I did not know how, but apparently, my body remembered how to paint. I was glad that at least my body remembered something and I was glad to know something about me. With the painting, my bed seemed to have a headboard of flowers and vines as a frame for a portal that made a green and colorful landscape. While I was brushing, a memory of me in the tub about to open my veins with a glass attacked me. The scars on my wrists started to ache as if I was cutting them again, forcing me to let go of the brush. That made me cry out in agony. I could see the blood coming out of my arms and falling onto the sheets of my bed, I couldn't stop screaming, I tried to remove the blood and cover my wounds, but it only came out abundantly from my arms.

    Desperation made me fall out of bed, I tried to move away until I ran into the wall. I couldn't stop watching the blood leave my body without reservation, I didn't want to die, something told me that I had a goal in this new life. I don't know why I tried to kill myself, or how I survived, but I was sure I wouldn't do it again, no matter how hard life was with me.

    "Please make it stop, stop it" I pleaded to the moon goddess with tears in my eyes.

    I could see how the door was thrown open and that man with green eyes came in enraged. I didn't know what I was more scared of now, but it didn't matter.

"Help me, help me, please" I begged, holding my wrists tightly. "I can't make them stop." I raised my arms trying to show him my injuries.

    The man looked at me in disgust, like I was crazy. He came over to me, grabbed my wrists, and pulled me up. He glared at me in his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly.

    "You're crazy," he told me with disgust as he threw me on the bed.

    "Help me, I'm bleeding," I told him again, getting on my knees on the bed and approaching him.

    The smell of him came back to me with force and clouded the smell of iron that filled the room.

    “You really are insane. You don't have anything!" he said that with sinic amusement on his face. He took hold of my wrists again and held them in front of me. “Look, there's nothing there! Stop wasting my time with your stupid things "he said, releasing me with disdain.

    My wrists were as before, there was no trace of blood on them or in the room, what the hell had happened? Had it freaked me out? I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but, either way, I was extremely relieved that I wasn't dying. I let out a huge sigh and threw myself onto the bed hugging myself.

    The man, for the part of him, moved away from my bed and stared at the mural on the wall, then looked over the box of paintings, and then rested on me again. His gaze was no longer filled with fury, but with extreme confusion.

    "Thank you, thank you, thank you" I exclaimed happily towards the moon goddess.

    "What the f**k ...?" the man was looking at me with the same expression.

    He stared at the painting again and then left without saying anything.

    His presence was terrifying, even though he had pulled me out of that horrible situation, I knew that he was dangerous, by God, he was a psychopath. I know I was not qualified to judge someone's state of mind, but his violence did not reach the minimum of human behavior. He was evil, sadistic, and dangerous. I didn't know if he did the same to the Lidia girl and the other people inside this huge house.     I could feel that he was an alpha, I could feel his power and his dominating aura, sadly for me, he seemed to enjoy directing his power and his anger towards me.

    I couldn't remember much of what he told me the first time I saw him, I was very confused, but I do remember his desire to want me dead. I was scared to death, yet for reasons I didn't understand, I couldn't feel the hatred I should.

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, I was just too relieved to be alive.

    The next day Lidia came to give me breakfast. The night had been hard with so many questions hovering in my head. But there was something I had to know to start solving the mystery of my existence here.

    "Lidia, I know it looks like I'm crazy, but I really don't remember anything," I told her as she put the tray on the table. "I'm desperate please" she begged him as I took her hand.

    "You really don't remember anything?" She asked me, surprised.

    "I know I tried ... well, to kill myself, but I swear I don't know why I did it," I said trying to remember a little of what had happened. "But I don't even know what I'm doing here, I don't even know who I am" I confessed sadly. "Please at least tell me what am I doing here?" I begged her.

    It seemed that Lidia was beginning to believe me. She sat on the bed, thoughtful.

    "Have you told the alpha about this?" she asked me still dubious.

    "What? No! He just comes to hit me. Doesn't he do the same to you? What is this place?" I was scared by the mere memory of his angry eyes.

    Lidia looked at me, analyzing the situation.

    “First of all, you have to know that you were an insufferable b***h,” Lidia tells me dryly.

    Her statement stunned me and my jaw dropped to the ground.

    "Really?" I asked in dismay.

    "The alpha hates you and most of the pack do too," she told me without a hint of regret.

    "And why am I here?" If they hated me so much, I didn't understand my presence in this house.

    "I don't know," Lidia replied, raising her shoulders. "The alpha brought you one day, we thought that perhaps you were the hope of a new moon for the alpha, but clearly it was not like that, the alpha did not reveal the reason for your visit either, but clearly it was not for anyone's pleasure," said Lidia who had already made herself comfortable in bed. Her tender eyes hid a carefree and haughty attitude.

    "Then only the alpha knows," I concluded. "I must ask him, I must know why I am here and why he hates me so much," I said to her.

    Lidia leaned on her elbow, holding her head with her fist.

    "Do you want to die?" she asked me amused with my affirmation. "He really hates you, if you dare to speak to him, he is going to kill you"

    With that, it was clear that I was the only one in that situation. The alpha hated me and for some unknown reason, he was enjoying my suffering. Either way, I still didn't know who I was and the only way to know was by talking to the alpha.

    "I have so many questions" I confessed to Lidia who seemed to be enjoying the time lying down.

    "I'm sure you do, but you will have to wait because I have more important things to do than explain everything to you," she told me as she got up from the bed.

    "Can you at least tell me my name?" I asked hopefully.

    "Wow, you really are bad" she stressed surprised. "Agnes," she told me approaching the door.

    Agnes. I expected to feel something when I heard my name, but I didn't feel anything.

    Before I closed the door I said to Lidia: "I'm really sorry ... for whatever I did before."

    "It is not a big deal. The good thing is that with a blank mind now you can be a decent person "said Lidia before losing sight of her "f*****g amazing "I heard her exclaim behind the door with amusement.

I didn't know what was fun about my situation, it was maddening, but I was relieved that Lidia answered my questions, but now I had more than ever.