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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not endorse or condone any behaviour enclosed within. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity and explicit sexual situations
If every day is the same, what would it be like if it wasn't? You'd think they'd be different, because it's Monday through to Sunday and although each day has a different name, they're still the same. Same faces, same voices, same rules. Same everything. I'm not saying this because I'm bored, I'm saying this because it's lonely. Huh….a lonely Alpha, that's impossible, right? But when you're surrounded by the same people, it's lonely. Have you ever been in a room full of people and felt like you just didn't belong? I have. No matter who I am or where I've come from, I feel lost. I'm sucked into a vortex of people, swirling, unable to breath and still, I'm unable to break free from it. Trapped in a world that doesn't feel like your own.
I didn't realize this when I was kid, because it was fun being the center of attention, back then it didn't matter. But as the years passed I started to notice how out of sync I was from everyone else around me. How different I was even though I was of the same social standing. I'd watch how they'd laugh and it was different. Fake, full of lies. Dirty too. I'd look at my reflection in my mirror daily. I could see my face, a face like any other kind of face, a face of man. But what makes it so special? Because I'm an Alpha? That I have to act accordingly because of it. What a load of shit. I'm a man, just a man wanting the same thing as any other normal man. A life of my own, a life I can choose for myself. A family, a home, my loved ones. Is it so wrong wanting that?
My mind would whirl through the implications one after another. What to do? How to do it? When to act? It's plainly obvious that something's gotta give, I have to sacrifice at least something. But then I'd wake each day and sleep each night. My energy would ebb and flow through my veins, my dreams would rouse or abandon me. I am outside the rhythms of the ordinary world. Sometimes it is difficult to remember it exists at all. Then I spoke to my uncle after ten long years, he's a good man in general and understands me when I say I want to be free of my chains from my father and live a free life. He did just that. I remember when I was just a kid my uncle left the family to be with an Omega, it tore us apart and my father has never forgiven him for that. I realised his cold demeanor was what he had become accustomed to, only because it's what his father aspired him to be and that being top meant everything. That being an Alpha was to be the best and have the best and anything lower than that was disgusting and insignificant. It's a sad society we live in and everyone wants to be better than the next person, to have everything given to them on plate, but not me. Not anymore.
So when I woke up this morning I had this freeing feeling as I packed a suitcase. Like I just sprouted wings and was ready to fly away. I was ready, as ready as ever. With my bag packed and everything I needed I left without even saying goodbye. I just left...poof, gone. I smiled as I drove away, letting my father's home become a distant memory, because it wasn't my home….it never was.
Two years later…
"You make a good argument, but being an Alpha doesn't always mean you're right." God he's so stubborn.
"But I am right?" Matt glared at me over his pint glass. He wanted to argue more about whether ketchup should be refrigerated or left in a cupboard. But honestly, some of the bottles said it should be refrigerated and some didn't. So I guess we were both right….or wrong. Whatever. God, could my day get any more shit?
"Bah, I don't care anymore." He grumbled.
I chuckled. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" He smirked.
"Bah...that. What was that?"
"That was me saying Bah, because Bah. Is all."
"Your fucking weird."
He pointed to his chest and grinned. "Yep, that's what makes me the bestest friend ever. Duh."
"You know, since knowing you I kind of regret ever leaving home."
He laughed and slapped one of his big hands on his thigh. "Liar liar. Anyway, we've had four pints, wanna go for another round?"
"Nah, I got to work tomorrow. I'm not going in with a hangover. Not like last time." Definitely not doing that again. I had the hangover from hell and I had gotten half my orders wrong. I'm lucky to still have a job.
"Oh right, you fucked up because of it."
"I did and I'm not doing it a second time. Being an Alpha doesn't make me invincible."
"Yeah yeah, but being an Alpha has its advantages, right?"
"How so?" I asked, tipping my head back a little.
"You get cute Omegas. Apparently they smell delicious. I'm a Beta, we're not so lucky."
I smile. "Yeah you are, and yeah they do. But I'm not a prick. I mind my own. Until the right one comes along."
"Damn, so many missed opportunities. But yeah, you're a good guy."
"So, another pint?" I shook my head in dismissal. He's fucking hopeless.
"Matt!" I heard a voice shout out. So I twisted in my stool to face the door where I saw two guys bouncing up to him. I stared at them. One of them hugged Matt and the other….fuck. I noticed they were the same damn dude. Well, two versions of the same dude anyway. I swore they were twins. They had to be.
Matt jumped from his barstool and stepped closer to one of them and introduced us. "Henley, this is my handsome friend, Aida. And Aida, this is my talented friend, Henley," He offered me his hand and I was happy to shake it. But the other guy stood behind them fiddling with his phone. "I did mention him before. Have you forgotten already?"
"Oh, so you're the Alpha Matt goes on about?"
"I'm the Alpha?" I questioned, looking at Matt. "I guess he doesn't need to mention I'm an Alpha all the time."
"Oh don't worry sweetie. I am too," then he turned to his brother. "This is my brother, Aya." Aya didn't bother to look up. Instead, he carried on fiddling with his phone, not paying any attention. Aida kicked him for being rude or maybe just to get a response.
I could unquestionably tell they were twins by then, but they weren't carbon copies, at least. Aida's hair was cut very short on the sides, a little longer on the top and neatly combed to one side. Aya's was long and draped over his shoulders with a small amount pulled back from his face. Aida wore a crisp pair of gray tweed trousers, a white shirt and tie, complete with suspenders. Aya had on dark skinny jeans, and a loose fitting jumper. Aida was attractive and Aya was perfect. Simple as that. I could have stood there comparing the two all night. They were identical twin bodies, transformed into totally different men by their styles and personalities alone.
Then Aya finally looked up with a blank expression. Standing stock still, he said hello then went right back to his phone. But my blood fizzed through my veins and went straight to my brain...it definitely wasn't the alcohol. "Henley's a chef, a sous chef." Matt chides.
"Wow, that's great!" Aida seemed like the excitable one and Aya, well….he seemed like a mystery. A beautiful tall mystery. "Don't mind him." Aida smiled and then more drinks arrived. Only when I took a swig of my beer did Aya look my way again.
I smiled at him and mouthed "mmm, good." I wondered what his problem was. He looked like an easy-going guy. He wore flip-flops with jeans for crying out loud. I decided that maybe he, too, had had a shitty day.
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