The Twin Alphas' Man-Made Luna

Chapter 6 - He took it one step further.

It’s been fifteen years. Fifteen years exactly since Luna Talia Constance made me leave the Osmium pack. Today marks the exact day I left. I find myself replaying the event over and over again in my mind today. I remember it like it was yesterday, the memory being so vivid, it was like I was reliving it over and over and over again in my mind. One would think, getting a chance to start over, a chance to find a new purpose other than what I was created for, that I would move on and forget they even existed, but not me. Being cast out from the only family I ever knew ignited anger in me. Anger that grew to hatred. Hatred, that set me on my new path, a new destiny. Luna Constance had me delivered to a man called Mark Goodman. He was a warlock and had a reputation for making people disappear, not by death, but by ensuring they were untraceable, unrecognizable, un-findable. Like they never even existed. Luna Constance was right when she said he was merely an acquaintance, he did her no favors. She was willing to pay his price and he merely delivered a service. I, however, had not shifted yet when I was handed over to him, and if he worked his magic immediately it would have affected my shifting. Warlocks and werewolves were no allies, so I was sure he did not care if my shift was affected or not. It had to have been Luna Constance’s request, and I’m sure she paid a hefty price for him to let me stay with him till after my shift. He had a son, Amatheon, who was a year older than me, and although I did not stay long before Mark was able to work his magic to complete his business order. It was enough time to form a friendship with Amatheon. In fact, when I relocated to Los Angeles, Amatheon came with me. It took me a while to find my feet, but at the end of the day we both attended Los Angeles City College. I majored in Finance, and he majored in…well, women.

“Ow no Kaylee, I know that look.” I heard Amatheon as he walked into my office. Kaylee Callasso, my new identity I received once Mark relocated me. I wanted to keep my initials of Kinsley Constance, even if KC had to mean Kaylee Callasso.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I sternly responded as I straightened myself in the chair behind my desk I was lazing on while in thought.

“Really? You think I don’t know what day it is?” He was chuckling to himself as he plopped down on the seat in front of me. Even at the age of 34 he still had that boyish charm he had at 19. He had chocolate brown hair, short, yet flowing with gold-like brown eyes. Almost metallic-looking. I pulled my mouth in a straight line as I lowered my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. I was trying to give this man-child a stern look to tell him to get off this dam topic. Not that it worked on him. Any other person would shake in their boots if I looked at them like that. Not Amatheon, he could not take anything seriously, not even my murderous stare.

“That’s cute.” He remarked at my stare while pointing a finger gun at me.

“Now tell me when we are flying to New York,” he added.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

“If my memory serves me right, today is the day that the last phase of your evil plan gets set into motion.” He laughed at his reference to my vengeance, although he was the only one laughing.

“I would never let you go to war alone.” He added, his tone more serious now. I could feel the corner of my mouth wanting to form a smile at remembering the timeline I set out, but I forced it down, keeping my stern look fixed on my face. Our fifteen years of friendship have granted him a front-row seat in my life, a life I have dedicated to ruining the Constance Family. I studied finance and banking wanting to understand the world of business better and the money that makes or breaks it. I knew, like most packs, that their money to sustain the pack was made through family business ventures. The Alpha position is typically handed over from one generation to the next, and the family business sustaining the pack usually has centuries’ worth of built-up wealth passed down along with the title. The Osmium pack was no exception. They were one of the oldest packs, meaning a large number of pack members and great money to provide for them. I dedicated years to working harder than any colleague wanting to learn as much as possible. I took the harder projects and put in the extra hours. I poured blood and sweat into this, but no tears. I never allowed myself to shed one tear over those boys. Although I believe you can never know it all, I did reach a point in my career where I outgrew the company I was working for. The work became repetitive, I reached the highest I could within the company and was forced to move on to the next phase of my plan sooner than I originally planned. I started my own holding company and refocused on growing the company instead of just gaining knowledge and experience. I started with small company takeovers, then aimed bigger and bigger until KC Holdings was the biggest holding company in California. I never targeted companies outside of the state, I left that for the last and final phase of my plan. The Constance family. I was to start buying into the business the Constance family gains any financial benefit from. I want to see the look on their faces when they realize I control all their assets and income, then show them how easily I can make one company fold after the other.

“Aaand, there is that evil look again.” Amatheon's remark pulled me from my thoughts again.

“You will not be going to New York with me. No one will” I informed him, trying to compose myself from my thoughts.

“I’m pretty sure your messing with the Osmium pack will result in you coming face to face with Alex and Roman, and although the little trinket around your neck may make you look different and make your supernatural side undetectable. I’m not so sure it would hide your mate bond completely.” My hand naturally lifted to graze the necklace around my neck when Amatheon mentioned it. It was a shield of sorts. Mark specifically created it for me. He had to fine-tune it to suppress my supernatural abilities but not kill it. It made my long blond hair appear fiery red, and my eyes light green. I understood having to change my appearance, but I didn’t want to lose who I was. Although he offered to modify bigger boobs and longer legs… higher cheekbones and a button nose. I had to decline and we came to an agreement to change the bare minimum. Just enough to not be recognized. It also hid the mark on my neck. The mark Roman had placed there when we completed the mate bond. The mark that always left a feeling of emptiness in me… even with the necklace on, and when I took it off that emptiness would just intensify. The thought of it alone made me feel hollow, but I immediately swallowed it down and replaced the feeling with anger. I looked up to meet Amatheon's eyes with a new determination. I will make them pay for how they treated me. Like I was an object that could be misused and traded as they pleased. Disregarding me like I was nothing to them. Tossing me out and going on with their lives like the 4 years living with them meant nothing. While I dedicated 18 years of my life, living and breathing for no other reason than to please them. But… out of all of them, Roman will have the highest price to pay. He took it one step further, involving my heart, and marking me. Subjecting me to a lifelong connection that will always make me feel like something is missing without him. Torturing my wolf by having the connection before I even had my first shift, for that. He will suffer the most.