My Insane Alpha

Lisa sat in her dimly lit living room, a glass of wine in her left hand, the shadows cast by the flickering lamp dancing across the walls like they were as restless as she felt. The night was quiet and felt heavy, like a thick blanket that muffled everything outside. The only sound was the clock ticking on the wall, a steady beat that reminded her that time kept moving, even if her memories felt stuck in the past. As she leaned back in her plush couch, her gaze remained transfixed on the old photograph cradled in her hand, the creased edges and faded colors a testament to the passage of time. The image depicted a younger Lisa, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with a joy that seemed to belong to someone else. The photo was a bittersweet reminder of a life left behind, a past that continued to haunt her like a ghostly presence. The room itself was devoid of memories, the walls adorned with dusty tomes, faded portraits, and expensive trinkets. Each item a tangible connection to a moment or a place that had once held significance.She didn't care much for people and whatever memories they held, preferring valuable paintings, books, music and rare items. Yet, Lisa remained frozen, unable to tear her gaze away from the photograph in her hand, as if the memories it held were a siren's call, beckoning her to return to a past she knew she couldn't reclaim. It was a picture of her and her family, taken many years ago. Her parents, her brothers, and she - all smiling and happy. But that was a lifetime ago. As she gazed at the photo, memories flooded her mind. Memories of her childhood, of her parents' arguments, of her brothers' teasing. Memories of the day her world came crashing down. Lisa's mind wandered back to her childhood home, a place that was once filled with laughter and joy but later became a battleground. She remembered how her father would yell, how he would hit. She remembered the fear in her mother's eyes, how her brothers would cower in his presence. Lisa's heart raced as she recalled the sound of breaking glass, the smell of alcohol, and the feeling of helplessness that consumed her. But most of all, she remembered the day he left - the day he abandoned them, leaving her mother to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Lisa's eyes dropped to the scar on the inside of her right wrist, a reminder of the procedure she had undergone to suppress her Alpha traits, a dangerous one that had almost taken her life. But it had been worth it; anything to ensure she didn't put anyone through the torment her father had put her and her mother through. She had thought it would free her from the pain of her past, but the memories still lingered. As she sat there, lost in thought, Lisa realized that she had been running from her past for far too long. She had built a new life in New york, a life free from the drama and trauma of her childhood, and she was satisfied with her life just the way it was. Lisa's eyes clouded, her gaze drifting into the shadows of her past as she fortified her defenses, shielding herself from the vulnerability of human connection. The ghosts of memories lingered, whispers of a painful history that had left an indelible mark on her soul. Her fingers instinctively traced the raised lines on her wrist, a tangible reminder of the anguish she had endured, and the scars that still lingered beneath the surface. The silence of her solitary existence was a refuge, a bulwark against the turmoil that had once threatened to consume her. And yet, the flicker of curiosity in her eyes betrayed a hint of longing, a glimmer of a desire to break free from the shackles of her past and embrace a future that dared to promise more. With a sense of unwavering determination etched on her face, Lisa rose from her plush couch and strode purposefully across her living room, the soft carpet muffling her footsteps. Her eyes were fixed intently on her home office desk, where a plethora of papers, plans, and proposals awaited her attention. As the CEO of Blackwood Builders, she knew that the next day would be a pivotal one, filled with crucial meetings and weighty decisions that would shape the future of her company. The soft glow of the evening lamp cast a warm light on her face as she settled into the chair at her desk, her mind already racing ahead. She was poised to revolutionize the construction industry by forging a strategic partnership with a cutting-edge electrical company, a move that would not only bolster her business but also cement her reputation as a trailblazer in her field. The prospect of leaving her competitors in the dust only fueled her determination, and she was more resolute than ever to make her vision a reality. With a deep breath, she began to review her notes, the quiet of her home providing a peaceful backdrop for her intense focus. She sifted through the portfolios of various electrical companies, her eyes scanning the pages with a keen eye for detail. She had always been meticulous in her business dealings, and this was no exception. As she flipped through the pages, she singled out three companies that caught her attention - Elite Electric, Voltex Solutions, and Ampere Services. Their portfolios were impressive, showcasing a range of successful projects and innovative solutions. Lisa's mind raced with the possibilities of collaborating with one of these companies. She could already envision the potential projects they could work on together, the ways in which they could complement each other's strengths and weaknesses. With a sense of excitement and anticipation, She set the portfolios aside, her mind made up. She would reach out to these companies tomorrow, and see where their discussions might lead. The thrill of potential collaboration and growth was exhilarating, and Lisa felt a sense of purpose and direction wash over her. As the night wore on, Lisa's thoughts turned to her bedtime ritual. She had developed a unique habit over the years, one that helped her clear her mind and prepare for sleep. After taking a scalding shower and donning her extra-large pajamas, Lisa climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. Instead of reaching for her phone or a book, she reached for a small, soft blanket tucked away in her bedside table drawer. It was a special blanket, handmade by her mother when Lisa was just a child. She had kept it all these years, and it still held the same comforting scent of her mother's perfume. She pushed back thoughts of her mother that threatened to surface in her mind. "Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight," she silently repeated, determined to suppress them. She couldn't afford to indulge in memories of her mother tonight; tomorrow required her full focus and attention. Lisa wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, feeling the softness envelop her like a warm hug. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and let the familiar scent transport her back to a simpler time when her mother's love was always nearby. With a contented sigh, Lisa drifted off to sleep, the blanket's comforting embrace her last thought before surrendering to the night. This ritual, performed every night for years, was something she couldn't do without. With a sense of calm washing over her, she turned out the light, snuggled deeper into her blanket, and drifted off to sleep, ready to face another busy day as CEO of Blackwood Builders. This was her life now, and she was in charge; she was alone, and she was satisfied.