After my foster sister died, my Alpha brother became the person who hated me most. He hated me so much that he sent me to the werewolf black market to be auctioned off for entertainment. What I went through there was beyond words. On my knees, I begged him for mercy, but all I saw in his eyes was hatred. If it weren't for you, Lydia wouldn't have died on that operating table! You killed her, now spend the rest of your life paying for it. But when a Rogue attack came, he didn't hesitate to pull me into his arms, shielding me from every lethal blow. Blood was coughed against my ear, warm and thick. If there's a next life, I'd rather never have you as my sister. Lydia is all I need. I lunged at the Rogues, dragging them down with me—only to wake up five years in the past. This time, my brother, I'll give you what you want. You'll only have one sister. I made my decision. Delilah! You burned Lydia's hand in boiling water just for a piece of candy She saved your life! How did I end up with such an ungrateful sister The familiar voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes slowly, stunned by the scene in front of me. This was five years ago—the day I scalded my foster sister Lydia Alvarez's hand. I really went back in time. And there he was. My brother. No blood on his lips, no wounds on his body. He was healthy. My nose stung. I forced down the wave of emotions and rasped, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have burned Lydia's hand. He froze. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. That candy, it was the one he'd shoved into my palm years ago, eyes red, trying to calm me down after our parents died in that car crash. Delilah, don't cry. I'm here. I'll take care of you. He was just a kid then, but he had to step up as an Alpha and raise me. It made sense he'd forgotten about that candy. I shouldn't hold it against him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I lowered my head to Lydia, who was lying in the hospital bed. I'm sorry. I won't fight you for his attention anymore. Lydia blinked, then her eyes welled up. She looked ready to cry again. Sis, I didn't mean to step on your candy, I... Without a word, I turned, grabbed the freshly boiled water from the bedside table, and poured it over my own right arm. A searing pain exploded through me. Cold sweat soaked my back instantly. I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. Does that make us even They both stared, completely thrown by my sudden shift. My brother was the first to snap out of it. He grabbed my wrist, shouting, Delilah, are you insane Before I could answer, he snapped at the guards by the door. What are you waiting for Get a doctor! A warmth bloomed in my chest. I watched him, comforted. Back then, he still cared. His eyes weren't cold yet. Weren't full of hate. That felt good. Even though I knew this love was never really mine, I still clung to the warmth of his grip. But before I could speak, Lydia sniffled and tugged at his sleeve. I know she just wants you all to herself... but she doesn't have to play the martyr. Then she turned to me, tears streaming. Please don't hurt yourself. You're his real sister. I'm just adopted. That did it. His expression cooled. I pressed my lips together, ready to defend myself, then stopped. Sure enough, his voice came out cold. And here I was, stupid enough to hope. You really are something else. Are you even my real sister After everything I'd been through, this was nothing. I lowered my head. Whatever you say. You— He choked, pointing at me, lost for words. Finally, he turned to a Beta. Take her to get that arm treated. Keep her away from Lydia. I nodded and quietly walked out. But I didn't go get treated. Because from the moment I woke up in the past, a familiar sharp pain had been spreading from my heart to every nerve in my body. I could barely stand. Right. Last time around, today was the day I was diagnosed with Lycan Heart-Core Failure. Without a transplant, I had less than two weeks.
I'd always been a sickly child. The pack's witch had foretold that I would never shift—never have a wolf of my own. Unlike other werewolves, I had no ability to heal. I was, for all intents and purposes, human. A simple flu, a bad fall, a broken bone, any of it could kill me. Worst part I had a clotting disorder. Almost bled out once during surgery. My body couldn't handle the strength of the werewolf bloodline. No one in the pack could save me. My brother completely lost control. Searched everywhere until he found the one Omega who could donate—Lydia. Her blood saved my life. That was how she went from being the lowest Omega in the pack to the adopted daughter of our father, Noah, Alpha of Silverclaw. But after that, my brother changed. He stopped caring about me. Lydia became his whole world. If we both got hurt He wouldn't even look my way. He'd leave me there and rush her to the hospital, even if her injuries were minor. It made me jealous. Made me hate her. So I lashed out. A sweet, innocent foster sister versus a bitter, crazy real one You do the math. I was so naive. I thought he still loved me most. That he only doted on her because she saved my life. Turns out, I couldn't have been more wrong. Last time around, they found out I had Lycan Heart-Core Failure—my heart was slowly shutting down. And Lydia died on the operating table, donating blood to save me. I lived. Miraculously. But from that day on, my brother hated me with everything he had. He hurled the cruelest words at me, like we weren't even siblings. Like we were enemies with blood between us. This time I didn't want that. I'd rather be the one who didn't make it. Winter was brutal. Freezing wind and snow whipped at my face like razor blades. The ache in my soul mixed with the burn on my arm until even breathing hurt. I hunched over, pulled my coat tighter, and kept walking. Guess I got greedy earlier. I came back to give my brother what he wanted, a life with only one sister. I should just leave. That thought was still fresh when a car honked beside me. The window rolled down. There he was, stone-faced. Get in. Before I could say no, his men pulled me inside. The heat was cranked, but I still felt cold. I pressed myself against the window, staring at the blur of streetlights flying past. You didn't even get your arm treated. What are you trying to pull this time His voice cut through the silence like ice. Hurting yourself for attention wasn't enough Now you're running away I was quiet for a second. Then I turned and met his eyes. I mean it. You won't have to deal with me anymore. I'll move out. Stay far away. He laughed, bitter, mocking. Move out You With your weak body You leave home, you're useless. How long do you think you'd last Not long anyway. I dropped my gaze. That's not your concern. I know I used to fight for your attention. Scream. Throw fits. But I get it now. Some things just aren't mine. Lydia saved me. You should love her. I... I shouldn't get in the way. His eyes narrowed, searching my face for lies. For some scheme. All he found was ash. Whatever fire had burned there—jealousy, longing, even love—was gone. Dead. That stillness unsettled him more than anything. You think this act will make me soften Make me proud Delilah, I'm sick of your games. I'm not playing games. My voice came out soft, tired. I'm just... done. I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to go meet Mom and Dad with you hating me. I thought.
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