RISK

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Edit: This story is written throughout a few years, therefore, it gets better as you read on.

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Xander flops into bed, his dark blue sheets consuming him. He looks at the clock sitting on his nightstand and sighs.

So much for getting to sleep early.

1:59 am flashes to 2:00 am, and his body desires sleep but the muscles in his body ache from the amount of endurance they were just put in.

Killing.

He hates how both the action and the word don't have much of an affect on him anymore. Xander would never kill for fun, that's just inhumane. Sure he's not fully human, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a beating heart and a conscious. He can't even count the amount of bodies he's had to kill to protect his pack. The amount of rouges who try to attack, to overthrow one of the most powerful packs in the nation, almost doubles every year.

The killing is practically numb to him by now and that gets to him. But he's an Alpha and they're brought up to be strong, to be righteous, to be killers. If his emotions start getting in the way of his fighting, he won't stand a chance against the viscous animals that attack. He fights with his strength, not with his heart.

He doesn't know when but eventually his eyes close and he drifts to sleep, only to be awaken by the sun shining through his windows in the morning. He squints his eyes, covering them with his hand, cursing to himself for not remembering to close his curtains the night before. Xander gets out of bed and does his average morning routine, which isn't much. As he leaves his room and makes his way downstairs, he passes his sister's room and knocks twice on the door.

"Melissa! Don't make us late again." He says.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! I'll meet you in the car!"

He can hear her running all over her room trying to hurry and he chuckles to himself knowing that they will definitely be late.

Xander taps the steering wheel as he waits for his sister to leave the house. When she comes out, her jacket is halfway on, as well as her backpack, her coffee is in one hand, and her text book looks like it's about to fall out of her bag. Melissa looks like she doesn't have anything together but she's one of the most insightful and smart people her brother knows. She opens the door and gets herself situated in the passenger seat. Melissa turns to her brother and smiles sweetly at him, trying to win him over.

"Don't try that on me, this is already the second time we're gonna be late this week, Mel." He says pulling out of the driveway.

She sighs, "I know, I know. But I needed extra sleep, that project kicked my ass last night," She let out a groan, "Plus you know we don't get in trouble."

"Yes but it looks like we're taking advantage of my position, and as great as it is to have a get out of jail free card, we can't rely on it," he looks down at the coffee in her hand and raises an eyebrow, "Your tired ass woke up late but still had time to make coffee?" He steals her word from earlier.

She smiles at her brother, "Of course. Want a sip?"

"You know I don't put that junk in my body."

She gasp offended, "It's not junk! It's like holy water except in coffee bean form." He smiles at his sister's exaggeration.

"I went to bed late and I'm still up at the right time." Xander points out.

"You're an Alpha! You have all this weird energy shit but," she smiles at him, "Wouldn't it be great if after a long day of fulfilling your Alpha duties you could share a bed with your mate?"