MY CRUEL ALPHA BROTHER

I DO NOT LOVE. I ONLY KNOW HATE.

(DORIAN’S POV)

“Cow? Excuse me? What a foul-mouthed beast!” lets out a hurt Cecilia, thinking that I couldn’t hear her.

Without paying any attention to her tendency to get hurt easily, I pace to get back to the pack’s house. I couldn’t join the both of them for the trip back home because of this odd thing that I have been feeling. Seriously, What is wrong with me?

When I saw that insignificant woman on her knees, pleading for her life, something inside me hurt. Why is that? The feeling only worsened when she realised her head to look at me with her teary dark eyes. There was just something about that face which ignited a hidden rage inside of me. I wanted to hurt everyone who gave her that pain.

Assessing the depths of my feelings, I conclude upon reaching the mansion, “It is no longer a doubt. I have gone nuts to even think about her in this regard. If anything, I need to hate her as she’s the illegitimate daughter of my father who will only bring shame and pain to my mother. I cannot allow myself to sympathise with her.”

After making up my mind about the girl, I enter the pack’s house with a smile. That smile isn’t entertained by my father, who maintains the same deep frown that he had in the morning.

“I’ve completed what you’ve asked me to do. I hope you’re happy, old man,” I say in my proud voice, hoping to get a pat on the back.

When my younger brother enters the hall with the young missy, my father completely ignores me and makes his way toward them. He holds the young girl to his heart and pays his gratitude to Nikolaj.

My father assesses the confusion on my face and answers promptly after leaving the young girl, “If you wouldn’t have driven her out of the pack, we wouldn’t be in this trouble. There’s no appreciation for you.”

“It’s not like I needed any of that crap from you anyways,” I make my way away from the happy trio while giving the death stare to the gusty girl who embraced my father as if he was her legitimate father.

As I ascend the staircase to get to my room, I meet the desperate eyes of my mother. She holds me in a hug and then expresses her concern for me, “Why did you go out alone? If I hadn’t sent Nikolaj, those rogues could’ve killed you. Don't you understand the hatred that they harbour for our pack?”

“Do you seriously think that wimpy kid can help me fight my battles?” I was stunned by my mother’s reaction. “I am the one that the rogues fear. It is not the other way around.”

My mother removes her arms from me and showcases her true feelings about my triumph, “Although I am glad that you fulfilled your father’s wish, I hate to see that girl return to the pack.”

Her envy was understandable. So I didn’t force her to stop. Also, I promise to give her a resolution about the same, “We can still get rid of her. There are other ways that could get the job done. If I cannot drive that pathetic girl away from our pack because of my father, I can hire some goons for the same.”

My mother thinks it through. She shows her interest in the idea, “We can do that, but we have to be extremely careful. If your goons end up committing one mistake, they will lead your father to us.”

Her concern is sensible. If my father were to catch the goons, he’d force a confession out of them about the names of the proprietors who want his daughter dead.

“You’re right. This plan is risky. Furthermore, we will be the only suspect if any tragedy were to strike my step-sister,” I realize that I cannot fulfil my duty towards my mother instantly. “We will have to wait, and then strike when the time is right. Until then, do not let anyone see through your heart. Let them think that you adore this young girl.”

“I will do so, my son,” my mother agrees with the idea of fooling the young lamb. “If I’ll just pretend to love her, I’ll win William’s trust. Then he will not doubt me if something were to happen to that orphan.”

My mother then placed her hand on my cheek and apologizes, “Forgive me for involving you in this. You’re so little, yet you’re always taking responsibility for me.”

“You’re my mother. That’s the least I can do,” I place a kiss on the top of her forehead. “I will not let any more tears in your eyes. Just put your faith in me.”

“I trust you, son,” her eyes sparkled up so bright. “I am so proud to have a son like you.”

With that conversation, she finally felt her heart getting lighter, “I had thought that I will not be able to get past this traumatic betrayal. If it hadn’t been for you, I am not sure what I would’ve done to myself.”

“I am always here for you, mother,” I then ask her to rest for a while.