Older Brother, Perfect Facade, and a Fool Proof Plan

Looking up, with wide tear filled eyes, quivering lips as hiccups escaped my mouth without a break, I found my older brother standing in front of me with a blank face. I froze completely.

Kaiden, my and Aurelia's dearest elder brother, is to be Beta of this pack after my father. He shared the same eyes and same hair with Aurelia. But his were just a shade darker. He is also one of the influential people here who carries a lot of authority and power in his hands.

Light tremors shook my body at his intense gaze that prickled me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around my frame, curling up to make myself appear smaller than I already was.

Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in his training?

Out of everyone in this pack, it is he who terrifies me the most. It is he who has ruined me and taints my sleep at night. He scared me so so so much. Oh, how much I hate him. Actually, I despise him. Intensely. I detest him with a burning passion.

And how much would I love to see him writhe under me. Just like he does to me.

Without saying a word, he scooped up my trembling figure in his arms, and I tensed. Helpless tears streamed down my face and I pulled in my lower lip between my teeth.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this!

My chest tightened as his grip around my legs and shoulder tightened, making me cringe at his filthy touch.

"It's ok Sera. I am here now. No need to be afraid of anything." His seemingly soothing voice reached my ears, and I clenched my jaw tightly, shutting my eyes close.

This jerk! It is you who is the most horrible!

My throat closed up as we reached the most isolated corner of the house, meaning my room, and my toes curled up in fear.

He swiftly opened the door with a kick and, strolling inside, he placed me on my bed.

"Are you alright?" He asked me with concerned eyes as he caressed my face with the other.

I kept looking at him with teary eyes, and my tensed body anticipated his next course of action.

Is it the role of the caring older brother today?

"I told you to call me the next time Lia bothers you." He scolded me as he took out a bottle of liquid from the pocket of his coat and poured it all over my hand, making me yelp.

My eyes widened, and I froze again, as he placed his large hand on my thigh, caressing it in a up down manner.

"Shhh, it will be over before you know it."

I didn't say a word as I was frozen with fright, and just blankly peered at my injured hand as he gently took out all the glass pieces one by one.

Like always, he then proceeded to wrap my hand in a bandage after pouring some other medicine, when he himself specializes in healing.

This was his sadistic nature. This is what satisfies him to no end. Seeing me in pain. I depending on him to treat my wounds.

I gulped down all the nauseous feeling and shut all my emotions down as he gingerly wiped my face with his handkerchief.

It smelled like him. Vile and filthy. I wish I can burn it along with him.

"Aah!" I yelped upon feeling my hair pull back harshly, and I stared at his monotone eyes, which were gently just a second ago. His grip tightened, making me whimper.

"What do you say, Seraphina?" His eyes were full of malice as he smirked coldly, making me tear up again.

"I- t-thank you for your help. Sorry t-to have bothered y-you."

I hurriedly let out a practiced reply and massaged the burning spot on my head after he released my hair from his brutal grip.

"You are never a bother to me." He cupped my face with his hands while looking at me with an undecipherable emotion in his disgusting eyes. His one hand cupped the back of my neck, and goosebumps appeared all over my body.

He then leaned down and pressed his lips on my forehead and I clenched my eyes shut as my fine hand formed into a fist.

"What do you do now?"

His eyebrow raised in question as I gave him no response.

"You haven't forgotten what happens when you test my patience, right Sera?" He caressed my cheek gently, his actions contrary to his threatening voice.

Standing up on shaky legs, he wrapped his arm around my waist to stabilize me, making me tense up again. I, despite not wanting to, placed my hands on his chest, making him smile as he lowered his head. I stepped up on my tiptoes to press my lips on his cheek.

The last time I had protested against this, he starved me for two weeks.

Getting starved is the absolute worst. I would rather get whipped than face that horrible pain again.

"Good girl." He smiled widely as he patted my hair.

Soon after, he left the room.

I slumped down on my bed, sighing in relief.

He must have been busy today as he didn't go further. I harshly rubbed my lips until they turned a bright red whilst blankly staring at the cracked ceiling.

The paint was chipping from several places, barely holding on.

A perfect representation of me.

Day by day, my will to survive and hold on diminishes and the desire to end it all grows.

You know what? I have got a plan.

One that will be beneficial to me either way.