The Blackwell Brothers

y. But I was confused - her scent, her melodious voice, her tiny hands... everything reminded me of my mother. It was as if she had reopened

he would try to threaten her, use her against me, or even hurt her if she refused to co

that fell just above her knees, her brown wavy hair perfectly combed and cascading down her shoulders. Her

fe was to bully her, to make everyone think I didn't care about her. Surprisingly, she always seems to take pleasure in the bullying. I've seen the look on her face when I ask her to do my assignments - she always looks happy. I've even caught her kissing an

went. She said she loves him, but her eyes said otherwise. I know she doesn't feel a thing for that boy. I've seen the way she looks at me, and I know her heart yearns for me the same way my heart yearns for her. After graduation, I'll

ation. The maids were scurrying around, carrying plates and decorations, while others were busy adorning the hous

isitors - from alphas to rogues. However, we had never gone to such great lengths to welcome someo

in a panic, their faces etched with worry. It was clear t

antic pace. "Who's v

fore responding in a hushed tone, "Master S

had already been a disastrous day, and now this? That odio

y and began knocking on the door,

aspy voice inquired, a

several doctors, bribing them to administer a slow-acting poison. This toxin would gradually ravage his lungs and heart, but that was only the begin

d I was determined to ensure he suffered a slo

or, old man!

flickering shadows on the walls. My father lay frail and weak, a tube inserted into his nostrils. His once-luminous black eyes had lost th

acy of Dr. Von's poisonous concoction. The doctor would undoub

ed by a loud, racking cough. He attempted to project an

ld bastard," I sneered, my

ep forward. My father flinched, but he quickly regained his

's rightfully his," he declared,

And what could that be?" I asked,

hs. He tried to reach out to me, but I stepped back, and h

cination. What a drama queen. While I was enjoying thi

ng his back in a mock display of concern. Glancing to my right, I spotted a jug filled

e, waiting for his rag

hispered, his voi

," I snarled, my pa

is voice laced with urgency. "I want to int

ly complicate my plans. As a daddy's boy, he would likely lecture me on forgiveness, but I would never absolve this m

ongside you," I seethed, my ve

n to die, I advise you to keep him in Lond

his lips, a smile I ached to eras

ing that he's introduced to the pack," he sa

th mockery. "Wow, Father, you

"Don't ever call me Father," he gro

same man I had just saved from death? I shou

ons – for killing my mother, for locking me in the basement without food or water, a

ped. "You killed your mate. I

Don't say things you

thing. You killed your mate

I wouldn't relent. "You killed my mother because

k at yourself. She left you for a servant. Your mate hated you so much that she left y

eek. I pushed him hard to the floor, grasped his neck, and pinned him to the wall. He stru

ow?" I taunted, reve

to be slower, more painful. Just as I was about

OF HIM,