Claimed by my brother

Three knocks on the door. It was the same every morning for the last two years. She barely spoke to me unless it was giving me a curfew or reprimanding me for something that I didn't do. I sighed as I sat up in my queen sized bed, my long brown hair cascaded down in waves over my shoulders, I stared at myself in the mirror opposite my bed and just looked at the features everyone thought was so damn beautiful but I hated! You must be wondering why do I hate my features so much? Well... My mother is blonde and 5 ft 10, with straight hair, blue eyes and pink pouty lips, she looks like a greek goddess. My dad, he's 6 ft with black hair and blue eyes, my brother is a mix of both of them with his jet black hair and striking blue eyes, he has the most perfect lips and as future Alpha you can imagine how the girls swoon for him. Me on the other hand, I am well liked and respected but I don't look anything like them, I am 5 ft 5, I have brown eyes and where my mom has an hour glass, I'm more bottom heavy with my b cup breasts. I kick off the beautiful purple sheets and swing my legs off the bed. My brother and I always got a long really well but it's been two years and I am the loneliest person you will ever meet. My door swings open and in walks Emma, our omega. She has been taking care of me since I was a little girl. "Good morning Olivia," she sings in her sweet voice, she has always done it since I was little and it always used to get a giggle out of me in the mornings but now it was just a smile, "are you ready for school today?" She asked ignoring my over all glumness, "no," I said as I stood up and looked for something to wear in my closet, she sighed, "you can't be this moody everyday, life is going to get better around here, you'll see!" I couldn't smile at her words, last nights dinner coming back to me... ~~~ Knives and forks scraped against plates as the three of us sat at dinner. "Damien returns tomorrow," announced my father, not even looking up. I felt my fingers increase with sweat, my mother looked agitated, "I thought we agreed that he would return after Olivia leaves," commented my mother putting down her knife and fork, "leave?" I questioned and it was like they both had noticed me for the first time, my father cleared his throat uncomfortably, "yes. You will be leaving to a new pack, we will marry you off for a better alliance," he noted casually then went back to shovelling spaghetti and meatballs down his throat. I suppressed the urge to get up and scream and throw everything up in the air. That would just make them angry, so I continued to eat my dinner silently. ~~~ "Olivia, I heard what happened last night," said Emma, I finally pulled out an old Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and a pair of black skinny legs, "if you heard then surely you must understand." I felt tired, my parents have been like this for a long time but I only really noticed it two years ago, after he left. "Your brother is coming back, maybe he will put a stop to this," said Emma as she made my bed, I scoffed, "as if, he only cares about himself and his whores! He's just like the rest of them!" I exclaimed and I heard Emma sigh, she knew to leave it when I got heated about my family situation. "I'm going to go shower," I said, not meeting her eyes, "okay, I will bring breakfast upstairs today, would you like anything special?" She asked and I looked at her, a smile creeping up my face, "maybe just crackers and cheese," she smiled at that and nodded. Crackers and cheese was my favorite snack and when I was little, there was a point where it was all I ate. I let Emmas words play over in my head, maybe Damien would set things right.