Runaway Alpha

Just what the hell is happening in my body?

“Mom…! dad….!”

I shouted panically as I am not sure whether I should hide it or not. But then I came off to the conclusion that whether it is turning worse or turning good, I shall let my parents see it since they have much more knowledge about me and they have much more experience experience compared to what I have.

Surely they will have things to say to me about this and they will have their own opinion. Even do, whatever may happen… I won’t let thrm keep me caged in here.

I have learned my lesson when I tried to hide my my problem with my parents because once I hide it to them it became a lot more bigger that is not goid enough for me to handle

It is not that it was a big deal but then at that moment I did something reckless when I was a child and ended up hurting other people for I ruined something precious to them. And.. when I tried to bring it back into pieces it became totally ruined to the point that it cannot be saved.

I then hear the footsteps coming to the direction of the putside of my room and I am certain that those footsteps are coming from my father and mother. I was surprised when smaller steps also came rushing in. Maybe that are the footstep of my younger siblingsText © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The door burst open revealing my family who make it much earlier than what I expected

Hey, somehow I feel guilty about shouting like that because I feel like I am a damsel im distress that were calling for the prince charming to come and save him.

How immature of me to act like that.

I blankly stare at them as they blankly stared back at me

Even if they don’t tell it, I know that their eyes are telling and questioning me about what happened or what is that serious tone I made… like the reason why I called them or it can also be connected to my thinking on why I shouted mon and dad as if I am calling for help

I wanted to punch myself for being hysterical but then even if I am a man I cannot look at my leg which I just pointed and to my surprise, my father and mother put their hands on the eyes of my younger siblings before they can even saw a glimpse of it. Yeah… and before I knew it the 2 kids naming Emma and Rico are already gone from my room. How funny it is, they both tried to take a peek about my leg but to no avail. They are thrown away by our parents like a little mouse. I slightly laugh and feel bad about them

I know that they are just concerned but who can remain calm after seeing this leg of mine?

You can see how shock my parents are as they went to the direction of my feet.

I don’t feel any strange or abnormalities in my body because I am completely feeling fine. I can even walk or run and transform if I would have the consent of doing so.

The only reason why I am staying in this room and taking a rest just as this is because it is the order of my parents. Talking to them that doing small exercises will help me gain back my original self, they won’t believe me. I said that I am feeling right that is why I should grab any opportunity to bring back my healthy body but they wont permit me to do so because they were surely thinking that I am lying

I can’t help but think the same way since as I look at the state of my leg, the scar from before it seems to be worsed. It is as if it is the skin surrounding it are sinken a little. Or maybe it is the scars who raised up.

But it is strange because I feel like I am not affected by how it looks like.

Maybe this is thanks to the unique blood that is flowing in my veins

I mean, just look at my parents who are looking at me as if they are analyzing and calculating all the possible reasons why that thing happened.

Surprised by how my parents hug me, I didn’t expect them to do this. I thought that just like normal families they will went out shouting I am a cursed child. Or even bring me to the elders so that the bad spirit will be sent away.

Yes, something like that… I somehow feel bad for bringing us in this kind of a situation. I know it is also hard for them, knowing how the other wolves will think of me and my family. That is because I myself doesn’t even want to experience such thing.

I cross my arms and look at my leg, I tried to move my finger of my feet. The right feet of mine seems to be natural if you would remove the fact that from my hilt up to my leg, there is some were thing happening. The right feet of mine moves without any problem.

Slightly putting up my knee, I put it back down and just like that, nothing strange happened

The scar from scar under the knee are not that bad since it is almost healed but then that strange pattern of mine who seems to be carving my skin doesn’t look so well. But, even so it doesn’t smell.

It seems like it doubled in size. It is somehow became taller.

I can see the water that are being stuck on the corner of the eyes of my mother as she is doing a good job and collecting it and not making it fall down. She is still holding my shoulderm

Even if she is strong and courageous, I somehow feel nice about her worrying about me

She will always smack my head as she tried to discipline me but then this would be the 3rd time that I can see her make a face like that because of me.

The 1st one was when I was scarcely ill and having cough and cold in the 2nd was the 1st time she saw this thing that happened in me because of that damn snake.. and then now this is probably the 3rd time seeing how deeply worded my mother is towards me.

Like my mother, my father can handle his emotions very well since he gained back his original posture as if he is analyzing me properly

Indeed he is a person who is there to be idealizing

I didn’t know this but I am smiling. Because of that my father and mother look at me in a strange way

Although I never knew that me smiling at the time like this will make my mother burst to sadness as all of her dears started to float down

“My little baby”

She mumbled as she embrace me. I suddenly closed my eyes because of how overwhelmed I am but as soon as I open it I saw my father walking in the direction of me and my mom.

I did feel his big hand touching my hair as he hugged me together with my mother.

Why are they doing this… It’s not as if I am dying right… Am I?? I am feeling completely fine and it doesn’t hurt as what it looks like

Even so with that feeling on my mind… why do tears start to flow down to my cheeks?