I was a useless beta, raised by my stepbrother. But I took advantage of his rut and crawled into his bed. Terrified that he would find me disgusting, I fled while he was still unconscious. Half a month passed in silence. When I came home, I found him sitting on the sofa. In his hand was a positive pregnancy test. "Who the hell did you get pregnant?" "Get over here. On your knees." 1. Seeing my brother, Caleb, in a rage was no less terrifying than meeting the Grim Reaper himself. I trembled as I walked over to him. I knelt perfectly straight. "Read this to me. Tell me what it says." The pregnancy test report was thrown in my face. I bit my lip, too scared to speak. "Bro..." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." He sneered, his eyes icy. "Great. Just great. This is how I raised you." "Eighteen years old and you're already knocking someone up." My heart gave a huge sigh of relief. Thank god the report didn't have my name on it. Seeing I didn't answer, he continued. "Who is it?" "Is it that girl, Mia, who's been chasing you? Or Lily, who gave you chocolates?" "Or is it your best friend, that little omega, Sam?" I was surprised. I didn't expect him to remember my pursuers better than I did. "I... I'll handle it myself, Bro." "Handle it how? Tell me." I thought for a moment. My brother hated irresponsibility more than anything. He especially loathed people who dared to act but didn't dare to face the consequences. So I said, "I'll take responsibility for them. And then, I'll work hard, make money, and support them..." The atmosphere froze. Caleb didn't speak for a long time. Just as I was confused. I suddenly heard a crisp metallic click. My heart lurched. That was the sound of my brother undoing his belt. 2. My brother was actually a pretty rough guy. Cold-hearted, bad temper. But when it came to raising me, he was meticulous. Growing up, he only hit me twice. Once during my rebellious phase. I felt like he was too controlling, so I ran away from home. I stayed at an internet cafe with friends for a few days, eating instant noodles. I felt so independent, so cool. Then he dragged me home and whipped my ass with his belt until it bloomed. I was crying so hard I almost passed out, but he still yanked me up and asked, "Dare do it again?" "No, never again, Bro." Only then did he frown and throw me onto the sofa, panting with rage. "Shawn, if anything happened to you, I would have to follow you down to hell just to apologize to your mother." The second time was now. I was this big, yet here I was, pants down, getting spanked. My face burned with shame. I struggled, but he pressed me tighter against his thigh. My nose was filled with the scent of wild roses on him. Crack. Crack. One crisp sound after another. "Bro! Bro... stop, please stop..." "Eighteen, and you tell me you're going to be a father." "Didn't I tell you a thousand times? If you don't like someone, don't touch them!" "No messing around outside!" "No, I didn't." My voice cracked as I begged him, "Bro, it hurts." "Pain will help you remember." Despite saying that, he threw the belt aside. Still angry, he slapped my butt with his bare hand. I shuddered all over, suddenly clamping my legs together. When he threw me onto the sofa, I stayed curled up, not getting up. He noticed something was wrong. Frowning, "Did I really hurt you?" He reached out to pull me. I quickly shook my head, curling up tighter. "No, no, I'm fine." It was just... the scent on my brother was too good. This smell easily reminded me of that crazy night. I could barely control my reaction to him. 3. My brother told me to talk to the omega. The child couldn't be kept. Whatever compensation was needed, we would pay. And for the abortion, my brother insisted on going to the clinic personally to supervise. "Why?" "Why? What if they take the money and secretly have the baby?" "What if they use the kid to harass you later?" "With a child involved, two people can never cleanly break ties. Do you understand, Shawn?" He was so serious when he said this that I couldn't argue. I was even more troubled inside. My brother wanted to supervise personally. How was I going to cover this up? I went to my best friend, Sam, to discuss it. He didn't have any good ideas either. "Why don't you just confess to your brother?" "Just say you're the one who's pregnant, and it's his child." "You've had a crush on him for years anyway." I lowered my head, my voice dropping. "But my brother has always just seen me as a little brother." "If he knew I deliberately took advantage of his rut, and did that with him..." "He would find me disgusting." Even Sam couldn't answer that. I didn't dare risk it. I could keep my crush a secret. At least... I still had a role, a way to stay by his side forever. Watching, waiting. 4. He kept a close watch on me lately. As soon as I got home from school, he stopped me. "Well? Haven't talked to them yet?" I dodged his gaze, afraid to look him in the eye. "Um..." "You like that omega a lot? Can't bear to do it?" I couldn't answer. A brief silence. Caleb seemed irritable. "Speak." "No, Bro, can you just... give me a little more time?" He frowned, loosened his tie, and threw his chopsticks onto the dinner plate with a harsh clatter. The atmosphere became even more tense. Just as anxiety peaked, his phone rang. "Hello?" "Haven't found the person yet?" "The surveillance at The Sanctuary was broken?" Hearing "The Sanctuary," my heart tightened instantly. That was the place where I crawled into my brother's bed. I looked at him; his expression was terrible. "What do you mean, 'what to do'? Keep looking! Turn the whole city upside down if you have to, but find that bastard!" "When you find him, break his legs first." "Just keep him barely alive and bring him to me." My heart pounded like a drum. I couldn't help but try to plead for myself. "Bro, our family has been doing honest business for so many years." "Even if someone provoked you, you shouldn't..." He looked up at me, his gaze dark and complex. I actually thought my brother looked a little sad. "You don't understand, Shawn." "I thought it was..." He choked on his words. "Forget it. I have no right to lecture you anymore." "I feel... so dirty. So disgusting." 5. So dirty. So disgusting. Those few words kept me awake for nights. I dreamed of my brother's fingers interlaced with mine. Our bodies tightly locked together, kisses inseparable. But when I woke up, those words floated in my mind. I slapped myself hard. I hated my own greed, defiling the god I loved most in my heart. Pregnant, anxious, sleepless, and heavy-hearted. Sam looked at my face, worried. "Are you okay?" I shook my head gently. "I'm fine." He steeled his heart and gritted his teeth. "Just tell your brother I'm the one pregnant with your child!" I disagreed. "How can we do that?" "It's nothing. We're best friends anyway." "Just like that. Tell your brother I'm pregnant with your kid." "Then after a while, I'll say I already got the abortion." "I'll get a checkup in front of your brother to prove there's no baby. Problem solved, right?" We sat on the carpet plotting for half the day and finally came up with a seamless plan. Just as I stood up, everything went black. The world spun. "Hey! Shawn!" Afraid I would fall, Sam frantically grabbed me. "Are you okay?!" "I'm..." Before I could finish, the door was pushed open. Caleb's gaze fell on us, hugging tightly. His usually dominant face went blank for a moment. I saw his breathing stop for a second. His voice was a little hoarse. "I bought you chestnut cake from the west side." "Do you still like it?"
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