Broken Legacy

Chapter 3

With time and practice controlling our powers got easier, as in most fiction stories, our powers got stronger with our emotions. However this is not a fiction story, and the reality is terrifying. A few days after we shifted my parents hosted a party in our honor as they did with Blake and Esarie. Alpha Matias, his mate Luna Regina and their children, Josiah, Marcus, Lillian, Phillip and Katya all attended. I was speaking with Blake when Josiah walked over and rudely interrupted our conversation, to make matters worse he began tossing around insults. 

I can remember clearly the look of his tight yellow button up and white shorts, he was smiling and laughing displaying an awe inspiring set of pearly white teeth. His dark black hair was combed back and his dark brown eyes shined with mischief. He was handsome, 18 years old and very, very good looking, at least to me. He smelled like cheap body spray, but at the time with my teenage hormones I found the scent alluring. That was until I focused on the bullshit spewing from the putrid hole called his mouth. 

"Your older sister is a wicked b***h, ya know? She thinks she's all that when in reality, she aint. It's a damn good thing she has a pretty face, cuz their aint much else in her favor." I growled lowly as fury took over my body. All I saw was red, yes I knew my sister was a b***h, but only I was allowed to say that. I felt a fire spread through my being burning me from the inside out. My body trembled with rage and the sky darkened, I felt my hair begin to rise and I saw Josiah's do the same. A bolt of lighting struck in the distance and thunder boomed right over our heads. Two pairs of eyes looked up in shock while mine stayed trained on Josiah. I saw him in my mind laying on the ground dead, the next moment another bolt of lightning struck the ground right beside him, I watched as he smoking body flew a few feet away before landing in a still heap. I heard the terrified screams of some of my pack, my brother gagging beside me and Josiah's parents crying out when they saw their son. 

I got nauseous when I caught the smell of burning flash and scorched hair. A tight ball formed in my stomach and forced its way out of my mouth. The realization that I had done that seeped into my skin and the world began to get blurry. I felt my chest tighten and my limbs go numb as panic began to drown me. My head went under the non exsistant water and I struggled to catch my breath, my lungs filling with something other than air, my vision went from blurry to black as I lost touch with reality. There was a dull pain in my body before a mace drove it's way into my skull shattering the bone into tiny splinters. Through all of that, the rancid smell of Josiah's flesh stuck to my nose, enveloping my scent receptors in an unwanted embrace. 

I was thankful to learn Josiah wasn't killed, and he made a full recovery, were he a human he would have perished. After the events of the party my siblings and I began learning how to control our emotions and therefore our powers. Unlike people in fiction books who let their fear of hurting people hinder their use of power, I embraced my fear. I used it like a weapon yielding it to my advantage, I let my fear heighten my drive to control my power. I was terrified of hurting someone else, so meditation and running became a daily practice for me. Each morning I would start my day with a 3 mile run and every night at the end of the day, under the light of the moon I would go for a 5 mile jog through the woods. At the halfway point there is gorgeous clearing where I would stop and look up at the sky and identify the constellations I saw.  

When us quints were 15, Esarie found her mate and moved into a new house with him. Blake found his mate two years later. When I was 16 I went to the nearby city and found a job working as a personal assistant for Milo Venarez, he was an older businessman who liked things done a very particular way. Once he saw I was more than capable of following his orders and I wasn't trying to seduce him into being my sugar daddy I was hired. 

My job was easy enough, only stressful when Mr.Venarez's ex-wife stopped by and they f****d in his office. As cool as it sounds, Mr. Venarez was not a looker, his pale skin was covered in premature wrinkles and his hair was completely grey, he had the gut of a drunkard with no job and he always smelt like expensive cologne mixed with stale beer. The only thing I liked about the job was the pay rate. One night however that all changed. 

"Miss Maverick, I need you to stay late, we need to get the presentation for Simmons and Cole ready for tomorrow."

"Of course, Mr. Venarez." I said while going through the list of demands the reps of Simmons and Cole had left for our office. They had demanded 3 bottles of Voss water to be chilled and placed where they would be seated, they also required 3 more chilled bottles be presented halfway through the meeting. I groaned inwardly before turning off my computer and heading into Mr. Venarez's office. For the first two hours we worked in harmony like we usually do, then Mr. Venarez did something unexpected. 

"So, Riley, you have been working here for over a year now, and I must say you have done an impeccable job of controlling yourself."

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion raising my eyebrow and turning towards him. 

"I mean, not once have you acted on your bodies natural instinct to come to me begging to f**k your pretty little p***y until you scream my name. I know that's what you think about while your at your desk when your cheeks are the brightest shade of red. There really is no use in denying it....."

"That is enough." I growled cutting him off, much to his disappointment. "Not once have I wanted to lay with you Mr. Venarez. But seeing as you thought it was appropriate to say this, I have decided that it is time to end my employment here, good night." I stood up and walked out of his office leaving the man dumbfounded and slack-jawed. I grabbed my coat, laptop, phone, photograph and left my desk looking the same as it was the day I was hired. I put my things in the car I had purchased from my mothers dealership and started the engine. A small ball of orange fur popped out of the front left wheel well and scurried onto the pavement. I hurriedly got out of my car and grabbed the frightened kitten, it's big blue eyes were wide as he clawed at my skin trying to get away. 

"It's alright small kitten, I wont hurt you." I said softly. The little kitten stopped biting me but hissed when we began moving. I looked under his tail and discovered I was holding a male kitten, I smiled and placed him in the warm car and drove to a small 24hr gas station. I picked up some canned food and cat litter before returning to the vehicle and driving home to my small apartment a few minutes away. It was difficult but I finally managed to nab the kitten and carry him in. I set him down in my kitchen and grabbed a bowl from my cabinet. 

As soon as the food was on the floor the kitten began eating greedily, making small growling noises as he went. I rubbed his back until he stopped hissing and finished his food, I placed a bowl of water down and he drank it flicking his tiny pink tongue into it. 

"I think I'm gonna call you Henry." I said aloud. The kitten looked up at me before yawning and curling up into a ball. That night I let him sleep in a small blanket in my windowsill, after that night Henry settled in and had claimed my home as his own. After leaving Venarez's company I found a better, higher paying job with his rival, a happily married business woman named Francine Burgoyne. She was much easier to work with and never had s*x in her office, nor did she try to make a move on me. Even though I was at an entry level position in her offices I was given a larger salary than as Milo's PA.