Why My Alpha Brother Despises Me

Shelly's POV

"Maybe the world would be nice to me if I had just listened back then." I could not stop reminiscing in the small hut I lived in, which was stationed in the woods, far away from the pack estate where my brother, Alpha Salome and my cousin, Liecia live.

My brother and I were best friends when we were young. We were best friends and always did everything together. We were practically inseparable, even earning the nickname 'Hansel and Gretel' at some point.

"We're going to be best friends forever." We always promised ourselves.

Well, that was the case until our parent's demise. I was around ten when it happened.

My father was an Alpha, and my mother, Luna. They were very outspoken and thus, their lives were always in danger.

"No going out past 9pm." My dad always instructed us.

They knew that the dangers around them thrived at night. That was why they always wanted us inside around that time.

The house was practically impenetrable when locked and they always felt safer inside.

We always kept to that instruction until one day. "Where's my teddy?" I asked my brother. "I don't know, I didn't take it." He replied to me.

It was then I realized that I had left it in our outdoor playhouse. I really needed to get it.

"Don't be silly, Shelly, you know it's past 9pm." He warned. "I know, but I never sleep without teddy." I told him.

"Well get it tomorrow." He tried to persuade me. "We promised dad and mom to always be obedient." He reminded me.

"I can't sleep without her." I insisted and left for outside. Despite how much he tried to stop me, I was not having it and later went out to get my teddy.

That was the scariest moment in my life. Immediately I opened the door, masked gunmen opened and swanged in.

I fell to my back as I had just realized what I did. These men had always been lurking, waiting for a way to get in and because of me, they finally did.

"We told you we would one day get you, didn't we?" They told my parents, who had already been beaten to stupor.

My brother and I were made to watch this painful act.

When they were done torturing my parents, they shot them dead with silver bullets, right before us.

From that day on, all the love my brother had for me was gone and replied with pure hatred. Growing up, he began to transfer the love he had for me to my cousin, Liecia. He now did everything with her, while tossing me to the side. It was like he replaced me with her. While she lived in the main building of the estate, I was moved out, sent to stay in the worst room of the maids house.

He turned me to a maid in the estate, bullying me everywhere he found me. No matter how I tried to apologize, he never listened.

"Parents killer." He would always call me. "If you had only listened to me, none of these would have happened."

"I wish you were the one who got killed instead." "Honestly, your death would be my greatest gift!"

These were his constant songs of abuse he used on me anytime he got the chance to. I would cry deep down because I felt bad. The constant reminder that I was responsible for the death of my parents was depressing.

When he got tired of seeing my face, he sent me to live in the bush yard, far away from the estate.

I stayed in the woods house for over four months before my body started failing me. I became too weak and my eyes became yellow. Pains around my abdominal region increased and when I could not take it anymore, I had to go to the hospital.

It was there, after diagnosis, that I was presented with the saddest reality, after the death of my parents, my own death.

"I am sorry, but you have been diagnosed with liver Cirrhosis and you have just two months to live." The doctor said to me as he handed my diagnosis result to me.

"What?!" I said in shock.

"We detected lots of contamination in your blood from bad food. We think that is the major cause of the disease." He explained.

I feel on my knees in shock and fear. I could not believe what was happening to me. In two months, I was going to be no more.

"This can't be possible!"

I knew there was nothing I or anyone else could do. I had to tell my brother about it. Maybe it would spark a little sense of pity from his side and we would reconcile and once again, become close for the little period of time I would be alive. This was everything to me.

I called my Cousin, Liecia. I knew I could never get in touch with my brother directly. Knowing it was me would make him end the call without a rethink.

Since my brother had replaced me with Liecia, she always took every opportunity to berate and be rude to me, but I knew she was still going to give me a listening ear.

"Why are you disturbing my phone, parents killer?!" She asked me.

"I am sorry, I just really wanted to see my brother and hoped you could help me." I asked her with my barely audible voice as the sickness began to take a serious toll on me.

"What for?" She asked. "You know what? I don't care. I can't do anything for you. His birthday will be at the Estate's Ballroom next week. If you can make your way there, you're lucky." She abruptly ended the call.

I knew I had a chance and I was going to take it. I was going to tell my brother that he had finally been given the gift he always wished for, the gift of my death.