Alpha Brother’s Regret

To ensure the investigation was properly documented, Marcus Ironwood applied for full audio and video recording. A camera crew would follow him throughout, and the Pack News Network would create a dedicated section for pack members to monitor the proceedings.The crime scene was located in a dilapidated two-story wooden house on the pack territory's edge. The surrounding trees had grown wild without care, and even in daylight, the thick canopy made everything eerily dark.Marcus gripped a flashlight, its beam dancing across the rotting front door.Weeds choked the area. No one lived nearby. The single beam of light only made the place feel more desolate.He caught the scent of decay as he approached the entrance.With a gentle push, the door crashed to the ground with a thunderous bang. Marcus stood frozen, staring at what lay before him.His shocked voice was captured on camera."What the hell is this?"The walls were covered in moss and vines. Through the patches of withered leaves,

November 23rd, 2013Today was my and Sophia's birthday. Since no one knew my exact birth date, Sophia suggested we celebrate together to make it more lively. The adoptive parents agreed. No one thought to ask what I, the person involved, actually wanted.This year I was really excited because I had brother.That evening, I watched Sophia in her beautiful dress hugging our parents and thanking them for the expensive healing crystals they'd given her. I looked down at the formal dress that didn't fit me properly and smiled as usual.When brother came home, I happily accepted the gift he'd prepared for me. After thanking him, I wanted to go to my room to treasure it properly, but Sophia stopped me. She waved the gift box in her hand, saying she wanted us to open our presents together because that way we could share double the happiness.I hesitated, looking at brother's smiling face. I couldn't refuse.After opening the gifts, Sophia stared at the emerald bracelet on my wrist as it reflec

The latest case developments were broadcasting on TV. Sophia emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of cut fruit into the living room, her movements deliberately calm and controlled."Mom, Dad, don't get upset. I cut some fruit for you."She set the plate down with practiced gentleness, her voice soft and soothing."It's been so long since everything happened. There's no need to get angry with a dead person, right?"The adoptive mother reached for Sophia's hand, squeezing it gratefully. "You're always so thoughtful, dear.""Unlike some people," the adoptive father muttered, his eyes never leaving the screen.On TV, Marcus's expression was complex as he held my diary. His hands trembled slightly."If everything written in this diary is true, then..."He paused, swallowing hard."Could she really have been innocent?"Those words hit me like lightning. Hearing them, hope stirred in my heart for the first time in years. Was there really someone willing to believe me? Someone who could s

"Who knows what evil things someone like her could do!" another comment flashed across the screen.Marcus continued examining the diary, but something nagged at him. His years of investigative experience told him there were missing pieces.He was convinced things weren't as simple as they seemed."There has to be more," he muttered to the camera crew. "A story this twisted doesn't end with just a diary."He decided to search the old house thoroughly, moving methodically through each room.The bedroom yielded nothing. The kitchen was empty except for rotting food and broken dishes.But in the corner of the living room, behind a loose floorboard, something caught his eye.Finally, with a soft clinking sound, he discovered a memory crystal partially buried under debris.Marcus held it up to the light, squinting at the cloudy surface."This could be significant. Memory crystals store visual recordings in our pack culture."He picked up the dust-covered crystal, handling it carefully like t

"Garrett, don't look at me like that," Sophia said quickly, backing away from him."My stomach suddenly hurts so much. I think I'm going to be sick. I want to go lie down in my room."She was already moving toward the stairs, her movements jerky and panicked."Sister Aria is already dead—she committed suicide. This must be something she set up on purpose to get attention and make us miserable even from the grave."She reached for Garrett's hand, trying to pull him with her."Come on, let's go upstairs. We don't need to watch this garbage anymore."But this time it didn't work.Garrett gripped Sophia's arm tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh."Everything in that video was real, wasn't it?"His voice was deadly quiet."Why did you kill Aria?""What about that Rogue King? How long have you been working with him? And the pack defense blueprints—did you really steal them?"Each question hit like a hammer blow.Hearing Garrett's interrogation, Sophia frantically shook her head, denyi