Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 282

It was happening again.

The yelling.

I slammed my door shut and pressed my back against it, trying to block out the angry voices. I could hear them in the kitchen and then in the living room, and then their voices would get ouder all the way up to their bedroom.

Why did they always fight? Why couldn't they just stop?

I wasn't a grown-up - I was only seven - but I didn't understand. Why couldn't we just be like the other families I saw? The ones that smiled and laughed and made cookies together. Why was it always like this at home?

Mum ad Dad were always involved in one fight or another.

Their fights never stopped.

Their anger never cooled.

And somewhere along the way, my mother's love for me

nished.

I was nothing more than a disposable variable in their equation. Just a quiet thing

hoping someone would

The negligence.

from my mother

me. She used to hold me tight and tell

Dad

take me shopping for fishing

telling me to be

ruffle my hair and call me

used to feel like they loved

I wasn't a son to them anymore. I was just something they forgot

with my blanket, wishing for a new family. I wanted a family where people smiled and hugged and didn't yell all the time. A family where they would look at me and say, "I love you," and I wouldn't have

to be there.

myself I'd be different when I grew up. I'd find my mate, and I'd love her like I'd never been loved before. I'd make sure my kids never felt forgotten or like they weren't

crash of glass breaking downstairs snapped me back to

whore! You've got some nerves, huh?" Dad yelled. His voice sounded so mean like it always

It was loud and crazy, nothing

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this before. She used to be a happy, cheerful woman who did her

pack admired. She was raceful, kind, beautiful inside and out. She'd smile at every pup and know every pack member's name by heart.

that she was almost a laughingstock was still surprising