Before I Die Young
The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral.
My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake.
The cake that I handed to them myself.
“So you want to take Leila’s place.
“You’re just jealous because she got all our love!
“She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!”
Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room.
From that day on, I became a sinner.
To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos.
However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa.
Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize.
My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.”
However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years.
“We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.”
I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears.
I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years.
I was already dying.