My Alpha Brother’s Regret Was Too Late Chapter 09

My Alpha Brother’s Regret Was Too Late Chapter 09

Mira’s face turned red in seconds.

She pounded at my brother’s arm with both hands, desperate for air.

“Bro… I don’t know… what I did wrong…”

My brother’s eyes were dark enough to terrify.

“Tell me,” he said. “What really happened three years ago?”

Mira’s gaze flickered. “It was… it was Tessa,” she stammered. “She hired people to hurt me…”

The moment she said it, the hand around her neck tightened so hard it felt like it could crush her throat.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot,” my brother said coldly. “This is your last chance.”

“You know I can actually kill you.”

Mira’s eyes were already rolling back.

“It was me,” she choked out. “It was me.”

“I told them to pretend they were going to assault me,” she wheezed, “and then when you showed up, I’d say Tessa ordered it.”

“Bro… I just wanted you to care about me more…”

Mira went flying like a rag doll, slammed onto the floor.

A crack split the air.

My brother raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

He did it once.

He did it again.

He did it again.

He didn’t hold back at all.

Mira was so terrified she scrambled over on her knees and clung to his leg.

“Bro, I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I was just too desperate for you.”

“Tessa is dead now,” she pleaded, eyes shining with a thin, desperate hope. “From now on, I can be your real sister.”

She looked up at him. “Bro, can we live together like we did these past three years? Can’t we?”

My brother looked down at her, and there wasn’t a trace of warmth left in his eyes.

He lifted his foot and kicked her in the chest with full force.

Mira slammed into the wall and coughed up blood.

“You filthy bitch,” my brother said, voice low and lethal. “I will never let you go.”

“Everything my sister suffered,” he went on, “I’ll return to you a hundred times over, a thousand times over.”

“Just wait,” he said. “Your life is about to become hell.”

He didn’t look at her again.

Because my brother refused to hand my body over to Elias, the Ravenstone Pack launched a ruthless campaign against the Shadowrune Pack.

Projects were cut off, cash flow was strangled, and partners flipped one after another.

Blow for blow, neither side showed mercy.

It was a war that chewed up both sides, and no one walked away unscathed.

The city’s capital markets kept convulsing, dragging the entire financial world into chaos with them.

And Mira had already been forgotten.

She was sent somewhere no one talked about out loud.

“Let me out!” she screamed. “Do you even know who I am?”

No one answered.

“Well, look who’s here to keep us company,” someone said.

Mira turned stiffly.

Those thirteen men were there, each of them with half their limbs broken, hollow-eyed and gaunt, madness glittering in their stares.

They lunged at her like animals.

For three days and three nights, there wasn’t a single patch of unbroken skin left on Mira’s body.

When hatred reached its peak, they even tore at her with their teeth, ripping flesh away.

When the door opened again, Mira’s eyes were wide open.

She was already dead.

And I had already made it to the human world.

I met someone kind, uncomplicated, someone who loved me with his whole heart.

His family was warm the same way he was.

For the first time, I understood what real happiness was, the kind you didn’t have to guess at.

Ten years later, my daughter started elementary school.

A month after that, she came home one day and whispered, “Mom, there’s a mister who’s always walking behind me, but he never comes close.”

“I thought I was imagining it,” she said, still shaken, “but today I almost got hit by a car.”

“That mister suddenly ran over and pulled me into his arms,” she continued. “He lost so much blood, but he kept asking if I was hurt and telling me not to be scared.”

Then she added, confused, “He kept saying, ‘Big brother will always protect you.'”

She looked up at me, uncertain. “Mom, is he a weirdo? Should I stay away from him? But… he saved me.”

I asked what he looked like.

I was quiet for a long time.

In the end, I only patted her head gently.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just act normal around him.”

“Maybe,” I added, “he’s only trying to atone for who he used to be.”

The next day, I walked my daughter to school.

At the far end of the crowd, I saw my brother.

The moment our eyes met, his tears broke loose.

But he didn’t come closer. He only stood there, watching from a distance.

Some people, and some kinds of love, lose the right to come close again the moment they’re gone.

It was better to let it fade.

It was better to spend the rest of our lives in silence.