Little Red and Her Twin Alpha Mates

A Different Perspective

Alex POV

Sex education. That's what my mother was calling it. I knew the basics of it of course, how else would I know about periods and what their purpose was for? But this went way beyond anything I wanted or needed to know. I was seated at the dining table in the kitchen, still dressed in my nightgown, my eyes bleary from lack of sleep, clutching at a mug of hot chocolate, sipping it slowly as my mother, clad in her infamous red crimson robe, sat across from me looking extremely nervous. As well she should. My mind was conjuring all sorts of repulsive images, and I shuddered, staring down at my mug unable to look my mother in the eyes.

I couldn't understand how she could bring herself to do something so degrading. Didn't she have any self-respect? Wasn't she humiliated doing these sorts of things? I was embarrassed just to hear about it and I instinctively knew she had kept the worst parts of being a mistress as she called it, out of our discussion. Now I knew why the other pack members tended to avoid us whenever we came across them when we were out. Why we were looked down upon so much.

"How can you be so calm about all this" I burst out, exasperated, my hair all disheveled and mussed, my nightgown bunched up to my knees as I sat on the hard dining chair, leaning back to finally look up at her, anger in my face.

My mother was quiet, clutching her own mug of coffee, standing and leaning against the kitchen counter, her ankles crossed. She bit her lip, her own eyes weary looking. I knew she had to have been up late last night. Doing her 'job' so to speak.

"I get that you are upset" my mother began, looking at me shame-facedly, "but don't misunderstand what I'm saying. I am not ashamed of what I do, it keeps a roof over our heads and our bills from piling up. It keeps us fed Alex."

I fell silent and glanced back down. She was using logic to counteract my arguments. It was infuriating. Anger stirred in my breast. Defiance rose its ugly head. "But why can't you just get a normal job then? Why choose something so disgusting?" I sneered.

My mother tightened her lips. "Why do you find it disgusting?" she asked me bitterly.

"Because you, you're, well doing s****l things for money" I spluttered.

"I don't have actual s*x with them honey," she said softly "I explained that to you. These men come to me to have their fantasies fulfilled and I oblige but that's it."

I tightened my grip on the mug and scowled. I was in a foul mood, brought on by lack of sleep, and now this conversation. I could blame being a thirteen-year-old teenager and hormones but that would be lying.

"Look, I know you won't believe me but I like this work," my mother said quietly "it's something I'm drawn to. It's like a calling, I can't explain it exactly. But when I'm doing it, whether it's whipping a submissive, or humiliating them, I feel powerful, and in control. It's an exchange of power and it requires them to have complete trust in me. It's humbling. I don't take my responsibilities toward them lightly. I have a duty of care towards them as well."

I thought about that. She was making me feel intrigued now. Something told me that s*x education in school was not as advanced as this.

"Is this how you met father?"

She fidgeted uncomfortable, now. I eyed her, not backing down. She sighed. "Yes," she said slowly "your father became one of my first clients" she explained.

Ew, gross, I thought with a shudder. I didn't want to know what she and father had gotten up to. I recoiled and mother gave me a bright smile. "I won't give you the details" she drawled and I nodded, immediately regretting asking the question.

"Does father know you still have clients?" I queried, genuinely curious about how my father would handle that. He seemed so possessive and overprotective of my mother, that I found it hard to believe that he would continue to let her work in this manner, without trying to stop her from doing it.

My mother let out a large exhale, placing her mug of coffee on the counter with a large thud. She clasped both her hands together so tight that they turned white. "Your father knows about my clients, yes," she said in a low voice "he doesn't like the idea of it and we've had many arguments over it, but I feel the need to make my money independently without being kept by him. I don't like taking his money if I can help it" she explained chagrined.

I didn't understand. After all, father was giving her the money to help raise me, wasn't he? But I knew that mother did value her independence, and craved it. She was a proud woman, had always been. She had taught me to be independent and think for myself.

My mother uncrossed her ankles and folded her arms. "Do you have any questions?" she asked.

I frowned. "How long have you been doing it for?"

My mother sighed. "I've been doing it since before you were born. So over thirteen years now" she mused, as though surprised by that admission.

"How did you get into being a dominatrix," I said delicately. Was that the right word? My mother had used so many new ones I wasn't sure I had used the correct terminology.

"I sort of fell into it," my mother said looking away "When I was younger, around eighteen, my boyfriend at the time, introduced me into b**m but he was a submissive and wanted to be dominated. I wasn't so sure about it at the time" she said with a chuckle "in fact at first I was disgusted by the thought of it but as time went by, I reluctantly agreed to try one or two things and before I knew it, I began to enjoy it and I discovered that I had a natural ability as a Dominatrix. I enjoyed dominating my boyfriend and it seemed to come naturally to me."

My mother was always as open and honest to me as she could be and I appreciated that she didn't treat me like some little kid that needed to be shielded from the truth.

"How did you start working as one?" I asked confused.

She folded her arms across her chest, a thoughtful expression on her face. Her dark eyes gleamed. "I needed money. My boyfriend and I had broken up, I was living in a cheap, broken down apartment and couldn't find work. I saw an ad for a dungeon needing a dominatrix and I answered it" she said shrugging "it was incredibly exciting and I enjoyed working there, but eventually I decided to branch out, working at home, taking some of my clients with me. Your father" she said with a glance at me "was one of those clients."

I gulped. "Why did father not want to meet me?"

My mother's expression changed, as though she could sense the pain and the hurt in that question. It was like a lifetime of it had been poured into it. Tears shone in her eyes. "Oh sweetheart it's not that he didn't want to" she breathed "it's just that he feared if he did, he might get too attached to you. He had his chosen mate and he knew he would never leave her, and he didn't feel it was fair to be in your life and give you false hope, knowing he would never be able to be there for you 24/7" she explained.

"Then why get pregnant with me at all?" I asked "what was the purpose in that? You said you never slept with your clients, so why sleep with my father? Why change the rules?" I almost shouted in my anger.

My mother looked at me apologetically, looking as though she wanted to come closer and hold me, but hesitant to do so, sensing I wanted my space. "I don't sleep with my clients" she whispered thickly "but your father was special" she murmured, her eyes looking off into the distance "there was something about him that just drew me in, made me desire him like I'd never desired anyone before. I knew we weren't mates but we were compatible on so many levels. He made me feel things I'd never felt before."

"So you thought screw the rules, I'll screw him" I said annoyed.

My mother looked at me sternly "That's enough of that" she said through clenched teeth.

I scowled at her again.

"Anyway, your father kept coming and soon it was w****y. It led to me breaking the rules, yes" she admitted guiltily "and after that we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We began to sleep with each other during our sessions and eventually, despite being on contraception, I became pregnant with you" she finished.

Silence. Despite being on contraception, I became pregnant with you. The words repeated themselves in my mind and I stiffened in realization. My mother and father had never planned to have me. I was an accident. An unplanned pregnancy. My mother looked remorseful. "Honey" she said quickly "You weren't planned but as soon as we discovered that I was pregnant we were over the moon" she said.

"Really" I said in a small voice.

She rushed over to hug me tight and I felt tears trickling down my cheeks as I inhaled her familiar scent, her hair brushing against my cheek. "You wanted me?" I asked.

She nodded. "We did. Your father was a little surprised" she said with laughter in her voice "and shocked, but he came around and then he was delighted but sad."

I held my mother tightly. "What about you?" I asked tentatively.

She pulled back and smoothed a stray tendril of hair back from my forehead, her dark eyes gazing into my own, "I had never been so excited in my life" she said honestly "once I got over the shock, I was overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a mother."

I sobbed and clutched her harder.

"Your father might not be there for you every second of every day but he tries the best he can" my mother said quietly from above me, her voice slightly muffled from my hair "and he worries about you constantly the more you grow up."

I frowned, confused by that. Why was he worried about me growing up?

"Why?" I asked bewildered "I thought he would like me growing up?"

My mother chuckled. "Because the more you grow up, the more beautiful you become. He's worried he's going to have to beat the boys off with a stick to stop them getting to you."

I giggled. "But I'm not that pretty" I protested and my mother made a choking noise.

"Alex" she scolded, pulling back and gripping my chin with her fingers, turning me to look at her "you are gorgeous and don't you forget it. Your hair is stunning and your eyes are mesmerizing. You have a figure to die for and even I can tell that you are going to be a beautiful woman when you grow up. Your father has every reason to be worried" she admonished.

I blinked. I had always thought I was a bit of a plain jane but perhaps mother wasn't lying. Maybe I was pretty. Then again, don't mothers always think their children are beautiful no matter what?

I was about to say something to mother when she hurrumphed at me, grabbing her mug of coffee and downing the contents down in one large swig. "Oh that's good" she muttered as I laughed. She had dark circles under her eyes and I imagined she hadn't slept well. Maybe she had been dreading this conversation as well.

"Well I think I've had enough s*x education for one day" I said jokingly, making her giggle at me.

"Alex" she said hesitantly "do you hate me?"

I gaped at her astonished. I might find what she did slightly repulsive, perhaps degrading but then what did I know? I wasn't standing in her shoes. I hadn't walked a mile in them yet. Who was I to judge her? I loved my mother, more than life itself and if this made her happy and she felt like she needed to do it, then I wasn't going to stop her. I was grown up enough to realize I had no right to prevent my mother from doing what she needed or wanted to do. Besides, maybe I needed to do some more research on the subject, and learn as much as I could to form a better opinion. I bet if I asked my mother she would have some books on the subject matter.

"Mother" I said slowly "I could never hate you. You've raised me and I love you."

She had tears in her eyes. She sniffled. "I'm going to go and have a shower" she said quietly.

I watched her go into her bedroom which I knew had an adjoining bathroom. I stayed where I was, content to sip at my now cold hot chocolate, eating away at my apple and cinnamon muffin. I wondered what we were going to do today, feeling slightly drained from our conversation. It was a shame I didn't have any friends to confide in, I thought to myself glumly, I could have used a girlfriend to gossip and chat with. Wouldn't they have been shocked at what I had to tell them! It was times like these that I cursed the fact that I was home schooled and not in regular public school. But no matter how many times I asked my mother, she steadfastly refused to let me go to public school claiming that it was dangerous. I suspected now, that it had to do with her work and how the students would react to me going to school than anything. I would probably be bullied.

The doorbell rang and I rushed to open it, wondering who would be calling at this early hour. To my utter delight, my father was standing on the opposite side, clutching two bouquets of flowers. "I thought you had a business trip?" I asked suspiciously.

He grinned. "I finished it early" he said with a shrug "perks of being an Alpha."

He handed me the smaller of the bouquets and I inhaled the smell of roses and yellow daisies with a wide smile. "Thank you father" I squealed, hugging him.

He followed me inside and shut the door behind him, firmly locking it. He looked around with a frown "where is your mother?"

"In the shower" I said nonchalantly.

"Oh" he said a bit disappointed.

I rifled through the drawers in the kitchen, finding a vase and sticking the flowers in. My father was eyeing me, and I glanced down at myself. Had I gotten my nightgown dirty?

"I thought we might have a training session today" he said heartily as I gave a small whoop and jumped up and down "so you'll need to shower and change shortly. Have you had breakfast?"

"I had a muffin and hot chocolate" I told him "mummy and I were having a talk today."

He leaned against the kitchen counter, dressed in a suit, his white shirt crisp and pressed, his tie neatly tied, his hair slicked back. His gold watch gleamed in the light as he glanced at it. I knew he had casual clothes in my mother's closet that he could use for training.

"Oh yeah" he said with a grin, looking at me with interest "what did you and Clarissa talk about?"

I grinned wickedly. This was going to be fun.

"s*x education" I said casually.

He spluttered. "s*x education" he repeated sounding like he was being strangled "is that right" he added weakly. "How interesting" he added lamely.

"Yeah" I said enthusiastically as his face turned puce "do you want to know what we talked about specifically?"

He looked around frantically for my mother, almost desperately as I stifled my laughter at how uncomfortable he looked.

"Well um" he stammered "I'm sure that there's nothing more I could tell you"

"We talked about b**m and mother's work" I said drily and his eyebrows shot up "I know you were one of her clients by the way" I sang out and his face turned bright red.

"What, the, hell" he growled "why did Clarissa tell you anything" he spluttered.

"I walked in on her with a client" I said with a shrug "it's all cool dad. Don't stress" I said and he looked at me, exhaling deeply, as I winked at him. His cheeks were still flushed red and he was biting his lip.

"I would have had to find out eventually" I pointed out wisely.

He groaned. "Please go get changed" he said between gritted teeth "and stop talking about it" he added just as my mother's bedroom door opened and she stepped out clad in a towel, a questioning look on her face as she smiled brilliantly at my father, excited to see him. I laughed and began to skip up the stairs.

"Love you father" I called out over my shoulder as I danced up the stairs. My father closed his eyes, breathing deeply and shallowly as he turned to my mother and met her eyes, raising his eyebrows and I heard him growl lowly in his throat as she glanced at him. "Alex told me she had an interesting conversation with you today in regards to her s****l education."

My mother bless her heart laughed and then my father joined in as I began to change my clothes, eager to get outside and do a training session with my father.