Never Again

“Phyna!” I squeaked like a little child who had just found her lost lollipop and turned in the direction of the voice. In front of me stood my beautiful and elegant elder sister, Phyna Villiers, and beside her was the handsome Alpha Henry.

“Alpha!” My parents were surprised and bowed to show respect to him.

“What is going on here? Why is your daughter crying?” Alpha Henry asked, scrutinizing my face with the corner of his eyes.

“Crying?” My mother raised her brows, feigning innocence. “We’re having a quality mother-to-daughter talk,” she lied, and my father nodded in agreement.

“Argh! Whatever,” Phyna sighed, obviously irritated by my presence. “Let's go inside, dear; I’m tired,” she coaxed Henry, and he readily gave in.

“We are here for the family dinner. Peter and Phillip will soon arrive,” Henry informed my parents, and they nodded cordially like an agama lizard. Without sparing another look at me, the four of them entered the house, smiling happily.

Before I could enter, my mother slammed the door, leaving me stranded outside. I thought they wanted to discuss something important because whenever they were discussing, I was always sent out of the house, but after staying outside for hours, I tried to peep through the window, hoping they would see my face and let me in, but I was disappointed yet again. My mother closed the windows and told me to go to hell.

Defeated and weakened, I sat down on the floor, in front of the door, and cried my poor heart out. Heavy rain began to fall, and still, my mother refused to open the door for me. It was like they had forgotten about my existence. I was heavily soaked by the rain, and crying had drained out my last energy. Exhausted and soaked to the bone, I lay there, my energy depleted from crying and a day without food.

Thankfully, when I was about to breathe my last breath, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of our house, and two men came down from the car. They were holding an umbrella each, and one of them quickly ran to my side.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed in bewilderment. “Alison, what are you doing out in the rain?” He asked with a broken voice and quickly carried me in his wide arms, dropping his umbrella, not bothered that it was raining heavily.

“Brother Pete,” I muttered, coughing like an addicted smoker.

“Babe, drop her down! You might catch a cold,” my brother, Phillip, yelled, but Peter ignored him and knocked on the door with his elbow.

Phillip quickly picked up the umbrella and tried to cover Peter from the rain, unconsciously covering me too. I felt fulfilled by this unintentional gesture and hugged Peter tightly.

"Open the door!” Phillip yelled as he banged on the door. He wasn't worried about me but about his husband, Peter.

“Oh no! It's the boys!” I heard my mother's worried voice, and she opened the door.

Peter hurriedly entered our sitting room and laid me on a white couch. I felt pity for my mom at once; that couch was newly purchased, and it was her favorite.

“That's my new couch! You should have laid her on the floor, or better still left her out in the rain," my mother cried, forgetting that Henry would hear her aggressive words.

I was happy, thinking that the Alpha would rise to my defense and blast my mom for her inhuman behavior, but again, I was disappointed. Alpha Henry didn't act like he heard her words and continued to feed Phyna. It was like I didn't exist before his eyes; he didn't even care to know why I was shivering like a local fish.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Peter replied, not showing interest in my mother, and sat down beside me. He gently checked my temperature. “How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked, addressing me by the endearment he used for my brother.

"I am cold," I shivered like a fish, and he quickly went into the bathroom to get warm water and a clean handkerchief. He sat by my side, took off his shirt, and began to clean my face with the warm water.

Phillip was fuming with jealousy the whole time, and he angrily dragged the handkerchief from Peter. “I'll do it; change your clothes into something warm, and join the family at the dining table,” Phillip growled, his tone filled with jealousy, and as much as I didn't want to make him angry, his face made me to giggle.

“Join the family at the dining table?” Peter looked bewildered. “Phillip, the family dinner is not complete without Alison,” he cried out, collecting the handkerchief back from his mate, “and don't worry, I got this.”

I was given the best VVIP treatment by my brother-in-law. My mother had to prepare my favorite soup on Peter's command, and I must say, I secretly enjoyed the horrid expression on her face.

“Tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday; you will get to know your mate, and he'll love, respect and accept you,” Peter whispered gently into my ears, and I smiled, excited about tomorrow.