CHAPTER 1

Anyone would think that waking up to people screaming their names would get easier since they'd probably wake up to it every day for the rest of their lives.

It didn't. I would know because I experienced it first-hand and for seventeen years.

'OLIVIA?!"

Seventeen years later and I was still experiencing it.

I stretched my legs and got out of bed. It was a routine I was used to.

They would scream and I would attend to their needs.

I listened for footsteps and immediately heard one. I straightened up and faced the door.

Only a few seconds later did the door open and I was met with my glorious brother's cocky smile. His arms were folded, and an arrogant look shone on his face. His body posture exuded the hatred he felt for me even though I was his sister.

'Breakfast isn't set and the pack will soon wake." He continued to stare at me in the most condescending manner I always associated with him.

My anger rose and I restrained it. My anger never did any good.