My Brother Is Not My Mate.

THE PACK.

My name is Lycandra Agwang. I’m seventeen years old, an Alpha, and a daughter of the Mackenzie Clan from the Alpha’s pure bloodline.

We are among the top richest families in history.

We live in a luxurious penthouse, which costs about millions of dollars.

Money is not our concern. It’s as easy as getting candy.

Our bloodline was among the wealthiest families in the clan.

My father is a powerful leader of the lineage, and my mother is Luna.

The most gorgeous woman I have ever seen on the planet with red hair, which was about fifty-five inches long, braided and decorated with gold and silver bracelets with bright black eyes.

She was five feet tall, curvy, with a big ass, slim thick legs, with a skin as white as snow.

Her heart-shaped expression. Her pointed nose, red lips, and a gorgeous figure.

My mom was like a goddess. No one messes with my mom.

I was nowhere like my mother, even though I got lots of attractions, admirers from the clan, suitors, and outsiders.

I was far from that and still think my mom was better off than me. Though I took nearly her whole beauty, I still looked up to her as my role model and the fairest of all in the clan.

But people say not all that glitter is gold, right?

My white hair is thirty inches long, like the shape of curly noodles actually, glowing with my piercing sapphire blue eyes and my pale pink lips.

I am quite slim and curvy too, five feet tall, white to the skin, with makeup or not. I was still quite attractive to men — oh; I mean Alphas, to be exact.

I toned my skin by training so hard, got stronger, and also had tattoos on my back to cover my horrible scars which were the shape of a red dragon, and my neck was the paint of a little transparent wolf painted in the colour of black.

My brother drew that on for me because of a certain incident that I don’t want to talk about yet, but maybe some other time.

My face was an oval shape with a jawline, pretty and flawless, like a pudding.

And my skin was the same as well, which got people talking, going secretly behind my back to ask people around on what I use.

To the extent of meeting some of my maids and guards.

If I had some cream I used to make my skin so perfect without marks, pimples or scars but too bad. I was born with this perfect skin everyone is asking about and I love it very much.

Sometimes I just want to leave it like that and not get it toned because I want to act like an alpha. It was just too perfect.

Like my mother. Like a daughter.

The moon goddess had ordained true love for wolves who were searching for their mate, their soulmate, during the full moon festival, which had been held for ages, a thousand times.

The person who could mark them, bond with them, and claim them for eternity.

At sixteen, most people have found their mate except me, but I didn’t mind because, after all, I shouldn’t be looking for a mate when I haven’t learned how to shift into my wolf’s form yet.

It’s an unbroken rule and a taboo for a wolf not to shapeshift.

It’s also a disgrace to be searching for a mate when I haven’t learned how to maintain my wolf form and I haven’t done that in seven years.

Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my instincts, my power and myself, but I got my brother by my side.

And I try not to think too much about it because of the trauma I went through as a child and it’s been preventing me from shifting ever since.

No matter how hard I try to shift, it wouldn’t shrug off but get painful.

So I did nothing and just relaxed in my human form just for the time being.

When my wolf wants to come out, it will show up.

When I was done brushing my mouth and combing my hair.

I took a quick bath and came out of the bathroom wearing my uniform, which was a black suit.

A short dark green skirt, not too short.

And a dark green suit, a white short-sleeved buttoned shirt, a pair of black shoes with some white socks.

I put on my pink bra on my big bouncy breast and was about to put on the white shirt when my brother came in with a frown on his face as if the world had ended, yep; he was mad.

He was hot and handsome.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. No, I know what you are thinking, but my brother is the hottest in the clan.

He is very attractive.

No one passes him by without taking a second glance.

I could watch him all day and still not get used to his looks, even though we are siblings, and we are the most attractive twin Alphas on the planet.

My brother is a little of a hothead.

Six feet tall, blue dreamy eyes. His short silver hair was neat, curly and sparkling.

He was very muscular and had a couple of tattoos around his body which are not always visible; he has pink lips. His steps were as gentle as a leopard’s movements with grace.

His skin was nearly as flawless as mine, very toned, and he also has this tendency of not being a readable person.

His features were sharp.

He also demonstrates composure and the ability to adapt to certain situations.

“Don’t tell me you just woke up a minute ago, Lycandra?’

Not a minute ago, just thirty minutes ago while brushing my mouth and taking a bath.

Well, I couldn’t tell him that.

He looked pissed off.

Does he always wake up at the bad side of the bed every morning?

I still can’t get used to his new attitude. Seeing his face this morning reminded me of what happened last night.

I woke up in the middle of the night to ease myself in the toilet.

And I nearly opened the door when I heard muffled sounds.

I tiptoed and silently looked through the door when I saw my brother stroking his crotch, his trouser was nearly below his butt, his black loose long sleeve buttoned nightwear was nearly falling off his muscular shoulder, he ruffled his hair, lolled his head and moaned.

He was quite huge.

“f**k,’ he whispered and stroked even harder, licked his lower lips and his eyes were full of lust.

I couldn’t forget his expression.

I don’t know how it happened or how I got such an idea to do what I did.

Yet, I did it.

I dipped my hand inside my p***y, fingering myself.

I felt a sweet sensation flowing through my body.