MY CRUEL ALPHA BROTHER

DORIAN GREY, THE MATE

Now that the prayer was done, it was time to get a bath. Since the moon’s light was able to light up the whole room, she didn’t need to turn the lights on.

One by one, she discarded all of her clothes, the ragged clothes. Then, she stepped into the bathroom. After being drenched in the cold water, she let out a muffled moan, “I should’ve opted for warm water instead. This is too cold.”

Now that she was already beneath the shower, nothing could be done. Though the cold water didn’t provide her with a pleasant experience, she was still grateful for being able to have her own space. In the brothel, she was forced to take bath with other women who were habitual of molesting others.

Just when she had completely rid herself of her eventful day’s exhaustion, she stepped out of the shower after wrapping herself in a towel, “If I wouldn’t have been able to find the towel, I would’ve died because of the cold water.”

It was now time to get to bed. The moment she launched herself on the soft mattress, she let out, “This is probably the first time in forever that I will be able to sleep in such a comfortable setting.”

Although this new change was too much for her, she appreciated the benefits that it accompanied. She had never once in her life thought that she’d be able to experience the life of a rich heiress, “I am afraid of closing my eyes. I fear that this all might end up becoming a dream.”

It was then she heard someone whisper in her ear, “I am sure this isn’t a dream but a nightmare.”

Before she’d move out of the bed, the person who had been waiting for her in the dark got on top of her. Upon discovering the handsome man, she became enticed. She had never seen someone as stunning as her intruder. The man, however, didn't wish to take any chances of being discovered, so he meticulously covered her mouth with his hands and demanded complete surrender.

“Don’t you dare to scream or I’ll break your legs!” threatened the anonymous young man.

She nodded with teary eyes which signified that she was fearful of the person lying above her. That reaction gave the much-needed assurance to the man that she would not disobey him.

After freeing her mouth, the boy asked her, “How dare you walk with my father to my home, claiming to be his daughter? Don’t you know I can kill you for lying about something so serious?”

“It was the alpha himself who came looking for me,” swore the petrified young girl. “My mother had assured me on her death bed that my father would come looking for me. That’s how I recognised him as my father.”

“Well, you’re both stupid and thick-skinned to claim that. If you fail to depart from this room by tomorrow morning itself, I’ll skin you alive,” the strange man threatened to kill her again.

“Sir, I have no other place to go. The alpha is my only family in Nottinghamshire,” she suggested while shaking. “If he’s your father as well, then you must be my brother.”

“Brother?” The guy snickered at her nerve to relate him to her, and then he angrily grabbed her jaw. With a fierce expression, he told her, "I am not your brother. You may only address me as Master Dorian Grey. I am the future Alpha of this pack."

"Forgive me, Master. I'll be mindful of that from now onwards," she spoke while appearing as white as a mouse.

Her helpless eyes didn't evoke pity inside that man as he was carrying the burden of his own mother's anguish. Furthermore, he told her, "Since you stepped into this mansion, my mother has been crying tears of blood. If I see you again tomorrow, I'll kill you and feed your remains to the dogs."

"Where will I go?" asked Cecilia, appearing distraught. "I will be sent back to the brothel after being kicked out of here."

"Good. That's where harlots like you should be thrown," his words were venomous, inflicting an emotional wound on a girl who had hardly reached the age to understand his reasons for doing so.

Although she knew he was much more powerful than her, she couldn't digest the insult and tried to avenge her wounded respect by attempting to slap him. Unfortunately, she failed to do so. He held her hand with no consideration of her frail wrist, almost crushing it. However, he didn't even let her let out a scream.

"Shhh! You might find yourself thrown out in the middle of the night if you dare to scream," said the man wickedly.

Cecilia nodded, wondering how someone so handsome looking could be so villainous. Her shivering lips and furrowed brows depicted her fear perfectly. There were tresses of sweat on her forehead while a solid frown was on her face. That expression assured Dorian that she would not dare to speak of their unpleasant encounter to anyone. Thus, he effortlessly slipped out of her bed, leaving her too traumatized to attempt to do anything to him.

As he was about to take his leave, he thought about something even more wicked which he could do to further solidify fear in Cecilia. He sped towards the wardrobe and threw out all of her clothes on the floor.

"Take them with you," he spat with anger seeping out of his wild eyes.

Cecilia shook her head, "Those aren't mine. I didn't bring anything with me."

"Consider it charity. Take these clothes and wear them to please your customers while working," he was the cruellest among all the people she had met yet.

The words were like stones that were thrown to destroy her self-image. She hated to get into an argument with him, but she felt the need to defend herself by telling him, "I am not that sort of a person."

"What other occupation do you think that you can have? Your mother was one. That's the only future prospect left for you. Even if you were to educate yourself with charity's help, no smart man would wish to marry you," He uttered the bitter truth which she had known all along.

Tears came simmering down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands as she felt ashamed. This showcased that he had gone too far. The hatred that had been burning inside his heart seemed to have been extinguished, but he opened a hole of self-loathing in little Cecilia's chest. The only words that could leave her small mouth were, "I will go away as soon as the sun rises. Does this sound fair enough, master?"

Contended, he nodded and walked out of the room with a smile that depicted his contentment with her compliant behaviour. He had successfully done his mother's bidding. He believed that the Luna would no longer shed tears from facing Alpha's shame.

Now that Cecilia was all alone in the room, she removed herself from bed. She was scared that she would dirty it, for she now believed she was a lowly being.

With tears trickling down her pitiful face, she struggled to calm herself. The upsurging emotions made it difficult to stay seated.

“Where will I go? I can’t go back to the brothel. The owner will sell me to anybody who’d be willing to pay,” there were signs of distress in her shaky voice.

She braced herself worriedly as she struggled to come up with the next step in her peculiarly arduous journey, “I can’t stay here. He’ll kill me. I have no doubt about it. But, where will I go?”

The hands of the clock moved mercilessly. While she endeavoured to think about a place where she’d be staying, there was nothing that came to her mind.

“I won’t go to the brothel. There could be an orphanage in this town as well,” she mumbled while shaking terribly. “Since he will come for me in the morning, it’s best that I leave this place in the dark only.”

Cecilia hadn’t brought anything with her since she hadn’t owned anything. That was particularly why it seemed wrong for her to take hold of any resources, including clothes. In her floral dress, old boots and a coat left by her late mother, she moved towards the bedroom door to sneak out while she had the chance.

Although she couldn’t enjoy the kind alpha’s tenderness for long, she was grateful that she got to meet with the great man, “I am sorry that our acquaintance was short-lived, papa. I did enjoy being with you, but I do not wish to cause turmoil to your peaceful life with your wife and your sons.”

With her heart bearing the thoughts of gratitude and sadness, she gathered her leftover pride and moved down the staircase to head for the main door. Upon descending the stairs, she looked around at the luxurious setting and spoke to herself, “Why did I ever think that I’d fit in such a place? Maybe my mother’s fairy tales got into my head. That’s why I believed that my father would change my situation someday. In the end, I must realise that I am not his responsibility.”

Cecilia dominantly felt that she was responsible for causing pain to the beautiful Luna. Hence, she felt it was justified for her son to be hostile toward her.