#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...

"Damn," He dropped the bloody knife on the carpet, tearing his eyes away from the lifeless body. " Why does this keep happening?"

And in a hotel this time? Someone could definitely find out.

He ambled to the bathroom and locked the door. Splashing water on his face and brushing his hair back, he stared at his image in the mirror.

His perfectly chiseled jawline and sharp crimson eyes. A pointed nose and jett black hair, dyed red at the back, that summed up the breathtaking equation.

He looked at his trembling hand once again and muttered, "What's happening to me?"

I'm losing it. I'm losing it. I'm losing it-

The phone rang, and he picked it up.
"Alpha, get down here. Thirty minutes till the commission." A deep voice came from the other line.

"Right..." he cleared his hoarse throat. "but Uncle I... I did it- I did it again. "

"... don't worry. I'll take care of it. "

"Uh, thank you,"

" Hurry."

" Right." He hung up and unlocked the door. Keeping his eyes away from the body, he changed his bloodied shirt and put on a suit jacket.

Staring at the mirror again at who he was supposed to be. The perfect heir. Educated. Mannered. Famous.

Yet that wasn't quite what he was. On the outside, sure, but his mind seemed to have a lot more going on than he knew.

Doesn't make any sense how he could kill someone and not remember a single detail of it. Every time the memory just seems non-existent. Like snippets of a dream. There, but not really there.

He got out and locked the room, pocketing the key.
A flash of white caught his eye, and he raced after it.

"Solace!" He ran round the corner and stopped.

The figure froze, turning around, and Alpha savoured the moment, staring at the one best person ever.

Platinum blond hair, tied in a low ponytail. Crimson eyes, framed by thick, black eyelashes seemed like mascara.
He looked beautiful in the white tux, it complimented his hair and contrasted with his eyes.

Alpha watched intently as the boy quickly ran his tongue between his lips, separating them, and intoxicating the watcher. The blond asked, "Do I... know you?"

And wow, did that hurt.

"Um, sorry. I- uh... " What excuse would he have for calling someone who was supposed to be a total stranger as at now? Supposed to be. "Sorry. "

His fists were tightly clenched as he watched Solace walk away.

A second later, his hands relaxed. He rested his back against the wall and dragged his body down, sitting on the carpeted floor.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and he looked up.

"Is something wrong, Sir?" A girl who seemed to work there came up to him and asked.
His hand automatically went to his pocket, where he traced the outline of the pocket knife with a finger, grinning evilly to himself.

He had some minutes to spare, and the opportunity to prey on two people in one night was rare.

He'd have to change again, but, all in the day's kill.

He chuckled, and brought out the knife.

First the girl looked confused, then stupefied as she realized her mistake.

The mistake of being there while the second half of Alpha was awake.

She didn't get to scream, as he clutched her throat, unlocked and went back into the room he just came out of.

"Oh the kinks of having a sadistic second personality..." He whistled.



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