The Alpha's Loathed Obsession

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA.

The shame would be too much to swallow in no matter how anyone tried to control me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not dirty or anything, I'm as clean as a snow baby, but at times I just get lazy and bored staring at the mirror brushing my teeth and doing nothing, which irritates me at times and I hate the cold.

I wish I could switch some music on or something to keep me entertained, but my father hates music and would kill me for it.

And keeping a dirty mouth is disgusting, right? I know, but it's exhausting. What if I want to kiss someone someday? Thinking of that too is terrifying.

My name is Lycandra Agwang. I'm seventeen years old, an Alpha, and a daughter of the Mackenzie Clan from the Alpha's bloodline. We are among the top richest families in history. We live in a luxurious penthouse, which costs about millions of dollars. Money is not our concern. It's as easy as getting candy. Our bloodline was among the wealthiest families in the clan.

My father is a powerful leader of the lineage and my mother is Luna, the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen on the planet with red hair which was about fifty-five inches long, braided and decorated with Gold and silver bracelets with bright black eyes, nearly six foot tall, curvy with a big ass, slim thick legs with a skin as white as snow. Heart-shaped expression, a pointed nose, red lips, and a gorgeous figure. My mom was like a goddess, no one messes with my mom. That's how powerful she is.

As for me, I was nowhere like my mother, even though I got lots of attractions, admirers from the clan, suitors, and outsiders.

I was far from that and still think my mom was better off than me. Though I took nearly her whole beauty, I still looked up to her as my role model and the fairest of all in the clan.

But people say, not all that glitter is Gold right?

My white hair is thirty inches long, like the shape of curly noodles actually, glowing with my blue eyes and my pale pink lips.

I am quite slim and curvy too, nearly six feet tall, white to the skin, with makeup or not. I was still very quite attractive and alluring to men, oh I mean Alphas to be exact.

I toned my skin by training so hard, got stronger, and also had tattoos on my back to cover my horrible scars which were the shape of a red dragon, and my neck was the paint of a transparent wolf painted in the color of black.

My brother drew that on for me because of a certain incident that I don't want to talk about yet, but maybe some other time.

My face was an oval shape with a jawline, very pretty and flawless, like a pudding, and my skin was the same as well, which got people talking a lot, going secretly, asking people around on what I use.

To the extent of meeting my maids and guards if I had some cream I do use to make my skin so perfect but too bad, I was born with this perfect skin everyone is asking about and I love it very much, sometimes I just want to leave it like that and not get it toned, it was just too perfect, got it from my mom though.

The full moon festival had been held for ages, a thousand times, for wolves who were searching for their mate, their soulmate, their true love which the moon goddess had ordained for them, the person who could mark them, bond with them, and claim them for eternity.

At the age of sixteen, most people have found their mate except me, but I didn't mind because, after all, I shouldn't be looking for a mate when I haven't learned how to shift into my wolf's form yet.

It's a broken rule and a taboo for a wolf not to be able to shapeshift.

It's also a disgrace to be searching for a mate when I haven't learned how to maintain my wolf form and I haven't done that in seven years, sometimes I feel like I'm losing my instincts, my power and myself, but I got my brother by my side and I try not to think too much about it at times because of the trauma I went through as a child and it's been preventing me from shifting ever since. No matter how hard I try to shift, it wouldn't shrug off but get painful, so I don't do anything and just relax in my human form just for the time being.

When I was done brushing my mouth and combing my hair, I took a quick bath and came out of the bathroom wearing my uniform, which was a short black skirt, not too short and a white short-sleeved buttoned shirt, a pair of black shoes with some white socks.

I put on my pink bra on my big bouncy breast and was about to put on the white shirt when my brother came in with a frown on his face as if the whole world had ended, yep; he was mad.

He was hot and handsome, I couldn't take my eyes off him, no, I know what you are thinking but my brother is the hottest in the clan, very attractive, no one passes him by without taking a second glance, I could watch him all day and still not get used to his looks even though we are siblings, and we are the most attractive twin Alphas on the planet.

My brother is a bit of a hothead lately, six feet tall, green eyes, neatly combed silver hair. He was very muscular and had a couple of tattoos around his body which are not always visible; he has pink lips, his steps were as gentle as a leopard move with grace, his skin was nearly as flawless as mine, very toned and has this tendency of not being a readable person at times. He had bright and sharp features, was very composed and knew how to adapt.

"Don't tell me you just woke up a minute ago, Lycandra?'