The Alpha and Her Beta

    ONCE UPON A TIME, in a land not so far away, there was a damaged girl and a damaged boy. They had both seen their fair share of death. The girl watched her parents get murdered by her best friends, and then killed them for killing her family. The boys’ father killed himself out of grief from his adulterer of a wife, the boys’ mother was never seen again.      The boy held the responsibilities of his families bloodline on his shoulders at eighteen, while at the same time, the girl was sentenced to imprisonment for three years at the tender age of fifteen. She was all alone in a cold, unfamiliar and dangerous place. Resourceful as ever she adapted and became a hard shell of a killer, murdering those who crossed her and becoming a legend in the g**g world. The boy was surrounded by people he had known all his life, yet they were all strangers. People connived around him for power, wanting what his bloodline was born with; power, success and responsibilities to their people.      As the girl fought for her life among cutthroats the boy listened to the sweet song of a siren, succumbing to the waves she had drawn him into. The girl became one of the top members of the Fylakas g**g, one of the most gruesome and hardcore gangs’ active in the underworld. Enticed by the sirens songs the boy sunk deeper into the ocean, drowning on her lies before he could even glimpse the light. At the last moment he saw the siren for what she really was; a snake.      She was just there for his wealth and power, not loving him at all. He was heartbroken, already having asked for her hand in marriage, as he banished her from his lands in a rage. Once again the damaged boy was alone. But by coincidence, or fate, at this time three years had long since passed and the girl was released from her imprisonment. The boy and the girl met, in a grocery store that a cashier had only called "-oh s**t not again!" and started off on the wrong foot due to a stray bullet and a jug of milk.      The boy was love struck at first sight at twenty-one, staring down at an eighteen-year old girl whose milk he had shot. She was pissed and he was in awe, and not too long later they overcame their pasts together and of course one thing led to another.      Nearly a year later the damaged boy, Vasili Konstantin, and the damaged girl, Sylvan Whitney, were married becoming the Alpha couple that ruled over the Konstantin pack for many years to come. Two years later they had begun to start their own family...      "Sylvan, Sylvan! Hang on we're almost to the hospital!" Vasili called from the driver’s seat, right beside me, in his red Porsche.      My stomach looked ready to burst, the baby in my womb so huge. I breathed in and out slowly, trying to control the contractions as we hit a few bumps along the way. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my husband is taking me to a hospital to give birth in a low-riding Porsche.      He always did know how I loved traveling in style.      "Vasili, hit the damn gas. You're the Alpha. No one's going to pull you over. I'm f*****g dying here!" I stated quickly, the pain from the contractions like nothing I had ever felt before.      Without another word he did as I said, the ever dutiful husband, and got me to the hospital as fast as humanly possible. In a flash he was at my door, carefully lifting me out of the Porsche without breaking a sweat. Mind you that he's carrying two people. Damn, how I love his muscles.      "Doctor! Nurse! Somebody!" Vasili screamed out in hurry as he kicked open the hospital doors. "My wife is giving birth! Where the hell do I put her?" The nurses scrambled to our aid, showing him where to put me.      The confusion dripping down his features didn't change, even after the nurses explained everything that was going to happen. He followed us as they rolled me into another room before setting up an IV and hooking me up to a few other machines.      The doctor strolled into the room, a man, snapping his latex gloves into place.      "Okay! Let’s get this party rolling, shall we? Would you like the pain medication, ma'am?" He asked flicking a syringe filled with a clear liquid.      "No, no of course I don't want the medication! It's not like I'm giving birth or something, you stupid f**k!" The doctor blinked at me once, apparently still listening for an answer, as I raged on the bed. "Of course I want the f*****g drugs!"      He blinked once more in amazement before hurrying on with his duties. After doping me up he started to prepare for the birth of my child, which we never had the gender checked, before Vasili grabbed him roughly by the shoulder.      "Where," he growled out at the human doctor, "do you think you're looking at?"      The doctor winced from pain as he motioned to my spread legs. "Well, sir, where the child will be coming from."      Vasili visibly tightened his grip. "Don't even think of going near my wife's v****a, you--you man!" He stated as though he said the most taboo thing to exist.      The doctor blinked again, obviously thinking that as a couple we were the weirdest f***s he's ever had in his hospital.      I sighed in annoyance. "Vasili," I paused to scream, "let the f*****g doctor go! Our child is ready to come out and I'm ready to go the f**k home!"      Vasili reluctantly complied, ever the dutiful husband. But then he nearly snapped at what the doctor said next.      "Sir, I'm ready to start the operation. Please exit the room and wait in the waiting hall a couple yards away."      Now it was Vasili's turn to blink in surprise, surprise which turned into anger. "No way in hell, bitch." Vasili stated, planting himself in a nearby chair.      The doctor stood there blinking once again, confused as hell, before giving up on reason and returning to the task at hand. Four hours and twenty-three more stressful minutes later the demon I would lovingly call my child finally crawled out of me like a spawn of Satan.      "It's a girl!" The doctor exclaimed, cleaning the blood off of her before wrapping her in a pink blanket while handing her to me. "What are you going to name her?" He asked me, completely ignoring Vasili.      "Ruslana," Vasili stated as he pushed his way next to me and looked down at our child. "Ruslana-Slava." He lovingly caressed her fat baby cheeks.      I teared up, unable to help it. "Really? You would want to?"      "Of course," he murmured, "to honor your little brother that never got to live his life."      And that's how, I, Ruslana-Slava was born. Needless to say, the other births of my two twin brothers went exactly the same as mine did. Much to my mother’s distress.