Chapter 6

“I let him come in, honey.”

I glance sideways past Brandon at the voice to see Melinda standing at the doorway, looking stunning in a white silk slip midi dress with a cowl neck.

She's truly a beauty.

It's no surprise that Brother is completely captivated by her.

Will he ever notice me? If I should dress as elegant as Melinda does? What the heck am I even thinking? I snap back to reality when Brother hisses from behind me, I flinch.

“How dare you?” I believe he's referring to Brandon until he adds, “Just because you’re my girlfriend doesn’t give you the right to let anyone into my house at your own discretion!” he yells, his face as dark as the blackest abyss.

Yeah, I get why he's upset.

Cassian had always hated when people intruded into his personal space; it has always been like that. That's why, even as the alpha, you don't see omegas working here in his house.

The only person with that privilege is our nanny, Ruth; she’s also the only one who doesn't seem affected by the plague—she ages.

Apart from that, Cassian interacts nicely with each and every pack member, and that also doesn't make them love him less; everyone values their privacy, which is completely normal.

“Cassian, love. I'm sorry I acted without consulting you first. But I also know how much you love your little sister. I thought you'd appreciate me doing this for her.” Melinda pauses, inhaling sharply, before adding.

“Angela loves Brandon so much, and what better medicine than having the person you love by your side?” She explains in her soft voice, like a feather, with an abandoned expression on her face, and damn, she looks like it's taking all her willpower not to shed tears.

“Please, honey. Don't be angry at me for that.” She sniffs, her shoulders slumped in despair with her head lowered, and I roll my eyes.

‘How fake, but I guess it works on Brother.’

That aside, why do I feel there is something off with her statement? What's she insinuating?

I turn to Brother, who already has his eyes fixed on me intently, instead of the drama his queen is performing for him.

“Can he stay a little longer?” I ask, pressing my thumb and index fingers together towards him, a small playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Absolutely not. He leaves this instant!” He insists, not changing his mind. What I didn't anticipate was Brandon speaking up. He has always been a bit naive; can't he recognize the elephant in the room?

“Alpha, you're being unfair to Ella. She's not a child and can make her own decisions…”

“You fucking don't tell me what to do with my sister!” Brother growls furiously, and I watch, my face turning ashen as his hand flies past me, his knuckles connecting with Brandon's left eye, making him stagger back.

“Oh my goddess!” I exclaim, stunned by how fast the situation has escalated out of hand.

He raises his hand, ready to deliver another blow, when I scream.

“No! Big brother. How could you treat my guest like this?” I demand. The hurt and disbelief evident in my voice and face.

“Your guest should learn when to keep his rotten mouth shut…”

Slap!

Okay, I realized what I did after my palm made contact with his face.

“Angela. Are you crazy?!” Melinda lets out in a shrill voice different from her usual ladylike tone, as she moves past me, pushing me even. I almost fell.

I look at Cassian's face, his jaws clench, and the oppressive aura he's emitting. I want to apologize, but I'm speechless, reeling from the aftershock of my action.

I can't believe I slapped him.

“Brandon, could you please wait for me outside? I—I will change into something quickly and join you.”

“Okay,” he replies, smiling softly at me, then passing me the fruit basket.

“Thank you.” I tell him, trying to force a smile, yet it doesn't reach my eyes.

He nods and leaves.

After he left, I turned to go and change out of my nightgown, but…

“Get out!” Brother hisses.

My eyes widened. ‘He's kicking me out. Fine. I don't even want to stay here.’

“Let me just change and grab my luggage.” I say, looking at his face expectantly.

He won't be that petty.

“I said get the fuck out!” He growls, his eyes glowing.

I gasp, turning to flee his presence.

One thing I know is not to disrespect Brother once his wolf surfaces.

But then, he swiftly seizes my arm, halting me, and turns to Melinda standing next to him.

“What are you waiting for?” he demands icily.

Melinda's expression turns deathly pale at the realization Brother has been speaking to her all along.

She rushes out.

Cassian follows her and locks the door after her, and turning to face me, his dark, frosty blue eyes fill with emotions I can't identify.

My heart thumps as a crushing wave of dread envelops me.

“I'm sorry.” I apologize, and Brother has never looked this terrifying, the icy aura surrounding him, the unnerving disquiet that has settled between us, overwhelming and suffocating.

Suddenly the room feels so small.

“You slapped me. Because of him!”

“I really didn't mean to. My hand moved on impulse; you insulted my boyfriend first.” I explain, taking shaky steps back when he starts to stalk towards me.

“What about the fact that he disrespected me after invading my privacy?”

“He… Ahhh!” I cry out in panic as I collide with the bed, losing my footing and falling backward. I sit up quickly, dragging myself until my back meets the headboard.

“He didn't disrespect you. He spoke the truth. I'm not a child, and you're also not my parent to fucking control me!” I declare, trying to sound bold, but my voice falters under his intense, unwavering gaze.

“Is that what you think?” He inquires, smirking menacingly, and the next second, he's on the bed. He grabs my leg, pulling me to him, and hovers over me.

My breath hitches inside my throat as I try not to breathe, my palm settling on his toned chest and pushing, but he is unyielding as a wall.

“Brother…”

“Shut your tiny mouth,” he whispers in a deceptively calm tone, his eyes fixing on my lips. “I told you not to provoke me, Ella, but you have to do just that.” He grips my chin firmly, lifting my face so I look directly into his eyes.

I gulp at the intensity in his eyes.

“I punish those who provoke me accordingly,” he declares in a menacing tone as his hand rests on my thigh at the same time.

My body shivers involuntarily as goosebumps rise on my skin.

How can I be so sensitive to just his touch?

“Brother…” I swallow dryly, my heart beating wildly in my ribcage, and I know he hears it. But then, I've always been curious growing up, despite everything I've heard about the consequences of curiosity.

In a trembling voice, I ask,

“So, h-how do you intend to punish me…”

"Shhhhh," he hushes, blowing softly on my face with his breath like fine wine that leaves me drunk, and my mind in a haze, as his hand moves up slowly, slipping under my nightgown, pushing the fabric higher, and drawing circles as it nears my inner thighs, causing my body to tremble with a whirlwind of emotions.

He pinches the inside of my thighs, and I moan, arching into him just as he spreads my legs with his knee.

All my senses are heightened now, my hardened nipples against his chest, his hot breath on my face, his dark eyes searching mine, as if looking for something.

And my mind wasn't helping me process anything or think straight.

Is this how Brother punishes people who provoke him?

Including even me, his sister?

His fingers lurch forward, and they press against my soaked panties; he rubs his fingers in a circular motion against the thin fabric that separated his fingers from penetrating my pussy.

I bit inside my cheek to keep myself from moaning.

He moves his fingers up my clit and gives it a firm squeeze as he grins, causing me to moan loudly.

“Cassian!…” I squirm from the pleasure, just as

Bang!!