My Alpha Brother Begged for My Forgiveness

After my brother's mate accused me of bullying her, my brother sent me to the Pack Rehabilitation Center for troubled young wolves.I was finally allowed out after two years, but I had permanently lost my ability to shift because of the abuse. My brother went crazy when he found out.……On my eighteenth birthday, rain poured down as I was finally allowed to leave the rehabilitation center.My brother didn't come to get me."Selene isn't feeling well. Come back on your own," he said over the phone, his voice ice cold.I silently packed my things.In the isolated center, the handlers claimed we disobedient children were possessed by demons. They tortured us daily—burning, electrocuting, and forcing silver-laced potions down our throats under the pretext of "suppressing the demons within us."Each act of resistance was met with even more brutal treatment.The daily torture left permanent damage on my underage body. I discovered I'd lost my ability to shift into a wolf, so I could only sl

I couldn't quite read my brother's expression. He seemed displeased.I grew increasingly uncomfortable. I was doing exactly as he wished—being patient and accommodating at every turn. Why was he still dissatisfied?The most excruciating moment was having dinner with them.The table was laden with a feast of delicious foods.My brother carefully placed choice morsels on Selene's plate, making her beam with delight.Meanwhile, I sat quietly with lowered eyes, gnawing on a cold, hard piece of bread."Why aren't you eating any meat, Skye?" Selene asked, pushing a plate of lamb toward me.I didn't touch it, silently pushing it aside."Does Skye have some problem with me? She won't even eat the food I specially prepared for her." Selene's face crumpled with feigned hurt, and my brother's expression instantly hardened."Skye! Eat the food Selene prepared and stop this attitude right now!" he snapped.I raised my head, my chest tight with an indescribable pain."I can't eat this," I said quiet

"The hospital was asking for payment, and I couldn't reach you...""What?" My brother frowned, but before he could finish, Selene approached us."Skye, come inside," she said warmly. "Are you feeling better? You need money for the hospital bill, right? I'll transfer it to you.""I'll handle it," my brother interrupted, immediately sending me ten thousand dollars."Is that enough?" he asked curtly.I nodded and turned to leave, intending to reclaim my necklace."Where are you going now?" he demanded."The healing crystal necklace Mom left me—I had to leave it at the clinic as collateral."I had only taken a few steps when Selene caught my arm."It looks like rain," she said with false concern. "You just got out of the hospital. Don't run around. Let the driver get it for you."I wanted to refuse, but my brother was watching me intently.I knew that the moment I rejected Selene's suggestion, he would get angry.But the driver returned much later without my necklace.The healer claimed it

Overwhelming fear made me break into sobs. I ran after them, grabbing my brother's arm. "I didn't use silver to hurt her! Brother! You have to believe me!""Get away from me!" he snarled. "She's pregnant, do you understand? You could have killed them both! I should have left you in that rehabilitation center forever! Skye, how did I end up with such a wicked sister? Why don't you just die!"He shook off my hand and, just like before, walked away without looking back.My face throbbed with pain, but one phrase kept echoing in my mind: "Why don't you just die?"That sentence merged with the endless days and nights at the rehabilitation center when death seemed preferable to living."Brother, you don't know that I've thought about dying for so long..."I rolled up my sleeve, revealing a maze of scars—evidence of the abuse I'd suffered at the center.Standing by the window where the necklace had been thrown, I called my brother."Brother, if I died, would you believe me then? I didn't hurt

My brother sat motionless by my hospital bed for almost three hours, saying absolutely nothing. He just stared at my pale face, at the machines keeping me alive, his eyes hollow with something deeper than exhaustion.A nurse came in to change my IV. "Alpha Ethan, you should get some rest. We'll call if there's any change."He didn't even acknowledge her presence. His fingers remained curled around my limp hand, his thumb absently tracing the scars on my wrist—scars I'd hidden from him since returning home.It seemed as though the shock of my situation affected him only briefly before he slipped into this vacant state. When he finally stood, his movements were mechanical, devoid of his usual confident grace."If she wakes up," he told the nurse in a voice I barely recognized, "call me immediately. Even if it's the middle of the night.""Of course, Alpha," she replied with a sympathetic nod.He drove home in silence, the radio off, the only sound the rhythmic swish of windshield wipers f