MY CRUEL ALPHA BROTHER

I HAVE A TASTE FOR GOOD GIRLS

(DORIAN’S POV)

“Open the door, older brother!”

A loud Nikolaj screams at the top of his lungs while banging on my bedroom door. Although I am awake, I can’t bother myself with the task of entertaining my younger brother’s inquisitiveness so early in the morning. The reason for my inability to answer him isn't just my disinterest, I am tired as well.

Last night, I had so much fun in that little lamb’s room. To be honest, the encounter could've been even better if I had been allowed to live my lascivious fantasies on that filthy little liar. That would've taught her a good lesson. While hiding in the dark in the chamber allotted to her, I had thought of preying upon her tender skin and ravaging her, but it was my oath to my mother that stopped me from going overboard with the task of throwing her out of the mansion.

“Cecilia, is that what she was called?” I scramble through my thoughts to remember the perfidious young woman who I had the fortune of removing from my family. “She called me brother, didn’t she? As if!”

If I became a brother even to the harlots, where would I quench my thirst for the skin? However, that woman bore an even more tarnished reputation than the women that sell their bodies to feed their hunger. She is a product of adultery, making her unfit even to warm my bed. As if the weight of being an illegitimate child wasn’t enough, she dared to show her face in my pack. If she ever returned to this mansion, I swear I would do something that would make her curse the very mother that brought her into this world.

“Why won’t you open the door, Dorian?” screams my dear mother. “Your father has summoned you to his office.”

Since I already had the knowledge that my old man must’ve found out about my last night’s misbehaviour, I had prepared myself for spending the whole day at the training ground as my punishment. My old man is letting his emotions distort his judgement. That’s why he’s keen on converting a harlot into a lady. Little does he know that his actions wouldn’t be appreciated by his very own pack members.

With the utmost unwillingness to rise from my bed, I drag myself out of my bed. I still feel that mental preparation wouldn't help much when it would come to actually confront my old, stubborn father. Being the Alpha, he takes great pride not only in punishing me but also in engaging me in a discourse about becoming a better ruler. It's not even worth guessing that I don't like his lengthy lectures, yet I was heading towards the bedroom door to get invited for the same.

Upon opening the door, a bewildered Nikolaj and a frustrated mother greeted me with despair evident in their eyes. Upon seeing me so oblivious to the chaos that persisted outside my bedroom, they couldn't wait to break the news instantly to me. While Nikolaj struggled to comment on the situation with my father as our father had instructed him not to do so, my mother took it upon herself to inform me, “Your father wants to see you. He’s not in a good mood.”

I only threw his illegitimate child out of the house. I couldn’t comprehend his reason for making a big deal about it. That brat didn’t deserve to live among the members of the most respected park in all of Nottinghamshire. Even though my father was going to be upset with me, I was prepared to meet him and educate him about the irrelevancy of his illegitimate daughter.

“Do not worry about me, dear mother. I will not only face your mulish husband, but I will also set him straight,” I am confident that I can make the old fool guilty for bringing a harlot into our family.

My mother doesn't leave my way and further insists, “My heart feels heavy for some strange reason. I don’t think going to talk to your father is a good idea at the moment. He’s too upset about his MISSING daughter.”

The stress on the word ‘missing’ almost made me chuckle, “She’s not missing. She would've been missing if we wanted her back in the pack. I threw that wench out of the house, mother.”

“Your father doesn’t need to know that. Some members of the pack have suggested that they saw you stepping out of Cecilia’s room, but nobody pinned it as the reason behind her sudden disappearance. That’s why you don’t have to tell him about it,” My mother was scared of my father’s rage. “Just tell him that you only went into her room to greet her and have no clue about her unexpected decision to leave.”

“Do you want me to lie to my old man?” I smile, unable to believe that she wanted me to fear my own father.

My mother begins shaking from my inability to feel intimidated by my old man, “You don’t understand, Dorian. That young woman means too much to your father. If he’d find out about our involvement in her disappearance, he’ll turn this pack upside down.”

From the dread that her tone reflected, I come to understand the graveness of the matter. It's daunting fact about my father that he turns into an entirely callous man whenever it comes to serving what he believes to be just. Even personal relationships mean so little to him when it comes to procuring justice for the tormented one. He is the man who disinherited his own stepsister for choosing to marry an Omega. If anything, I need to be careful in my speech in front of my old man.

Although my mother’s words helped in introducing a cautionary tendency in my behaviour, I assure her that I’d be fine, “Do not worry. He will not know anything about what happened between me and the little lamb.”

“That’s my Dorian,” my mother made me bend a little to deliver a kiss on my forehead.

With my fists clenched in the apprehension of the impending confrontation, I make my way toward Alpha William’s office. More than his anger I am afraid of my own wrath. I have this tendency of going too overboard once poked for something. This habit always lands me in trouble with my father. He's sure that I'd turn into a criminal if I didn't work on my inability to empathise with others.

Just when I descend the staircase, I begin wondering about my unnecessary concern regarding my father’s disapproval of my habits, “Why am I even troubling myself with this thought? It is one of his natural tendencies to view me as the disturbing element in his pack. No amount of change in my conduct will make me less of a disappointment in his eyes.”

Upon reaching the old man’s office, I knocked on the door and sought his permission to enter. Unsurprisingly, the man stared at me with an expression so bitter that it could make a rose wither.

“What’s up with you? Why did you summon me this early in the morning?” His expression forces a chuckle out of me, insinuating how I can’t take him seriously.

With his arms crossed, he asks me in a gruff voice, “What did you do to my daughter yesterday?”

“The little lamb? I just went into the new member’s room to welcome her to the pack,” I take a chair and begin playing around with a paperweight.

Aggressively, the alpha walks up to me, “Don’t you know that I can remove you from my inheritance without a second thought?”

“You could do that if I had done something to deserve it,” I try to act innocent.

Unable to play the game of guessing with me, my father clenched the hand rest of my chair and pulled the chair towards him. With his eyes peeking into the abysses of my soul, the man declares, “I know that you visited her the previous night. A lot of members of the pack saw you entering her room while I was introducing her to the significant members of the pack.”

“I am not denying it. I did enter her room to welcome her to the family,” even my bogus smile fails to match my claims. "I was waiting in her bedroom for her while she was being entertained by others."

"I know that it is you that drove her out of the house," my father’s pride in being the Alpha melts away in a second when he begins to talk about his daughter. He depicts visible signs of concern for the missing girl, “You don’t understand. I need her back at the pack’s mansion. If she’d go missing, I would never be able to make things right.”

“You should start looking for her then,” I stand up from the chair and attempt to make my way out of the alpha’s office. “Since I have nothing to do with her disappearance, I will not be handling the task of looking for her.”

With his feelings of losing his little girl manifesting in the form of tears in his eyes, he reminds me, “She’s a good girl. Bring her back to me. The outside world is too cruel for her. She wouldn’t survive a day without our help. If I wouldn’t have been so entangled in my work, I would’ve rushed to get her back. If you cannot even fulfil this wish, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't show your face to me again."

“What am I to you? A son or a personal detective? It seems like I really have to do this now. It’s a good thing that I have a taste for good women. I know just where I'll find that little lamb,” I declare as I step out of the office, appearing unaffected by my father’s first display of emotions in what seemed like forever.