The Devil Alpha Among Twins

Chapter 4-lost twin brother

Rainie POV:

After finishing my exams, I returned home to find my father's health somewhat stabilized.

However, I didn't stay long as I feared my emotions would spiral out of control.

Even the money Ben had lent me, I couldn't bring myself to reveal the truth to my traditionally-minded father.

The repercussions of my actions with Alexander, the man who resembled Dylan, were too dreadful to contemplate.

Back at school, I used to get along well with my peers, but now I felt tainted and unworthy.

I turned down all invitations, avoiding social interactions.

Yet, I couldn't escape the clutches of a research group gathering.

An alpha from the group proposed a dinner, which was to be attended by our supervisor. I had no choice but to attend.

As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed, I joined in, drinking heavily to numb my pain. A few guys confessed their feelings for me, and I managed to thank them with a smile while my heart was being torn apart.

Unable to suppress my emotions any longer, I excused myself to wash my face.

In the restroom, I found solace in tears, releasing my pent-up anguish.

Those guys were so innocent and sincere in their affections, yet how could I possibly deserve their admiration?

When I emerged, my cheeks flushed from crying, I was confronted by the haunting figure of Alexander.

"Miss Spark."

The icy, disdainful tone he used was etched into my memory. Trembling, I tried to ignore it, but his approaching footsteps cast his shadow over me.

Having wrapped up his business with the pack officials, Alexander stepped out of the private room. His timing was uncanny as he witnessed my disoriented state.

His narrowed gaze pierced me like a blade, and I felt my legs give out, collapsing to the ground, my wide eyes locked onto him, filled with fear.

"Get up. You're coming with me," he ordered coldly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Frantically shaking my head, I struggled to rise, my legs wobbling beneath me.

But his strong grip on my arm prevented my escape, and I found myself ensnared in his embrace.

As fate would have it, the door to the private room swung open just then, and two of my classmates emerged, their astonishment evident in their gaping mouths.

"Dylan?" one of them exclaimed in disbelief, taking in the scene before them.

Something seemed off, perhaps in his appearance, his demeanor, that air of command and success that was beyond what a mere beta like Dylan could possess.

Alexander's gaze flickered as he gave a small smile and remarked, "Gentlemen, you seem to have mistaken me for someone else. I am Alexander. This young lady seems to have latched onto me rather tightly. I must ask, do I bear a striking resemblance to someone you know?"

My already pale face turned a deep shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and fear swirling within me.

I turned away abruptly and practically fled into the private room, leaving my fellow students momentarily bewildered.

They quickly caught up, some of them knowing about my abrupt breakup with Dylan.

Although their curiosity was piqued, they refrained from mentioning the uncannily similar man.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new message.

I trembled as I checked it, my fork clattering to the floor, which startled my classmates. "Rainie, are you alright? Your face is quite alarming..."

I managed to force a smile as I lifted my head, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation. "I'm...fine, just had a bit too much to drink, that's all."

The message was from an unknown number, short and to the point: "Come out within ten minutes, and get into the car parked at the restaurant entrance."

I gripped my phone, striving to appear composed as each second ticked by.

Ten minutes elapsed, and I struggled to even hold onto my fork, pretending to listen to the conversation.

One minute, two minutes.

My phone buzzed again, causing my heart to leap.

I opened the message with trembling fingers and nearly felt overwhelmed by its content.

words on the screen: "Shall I come up to fetch you?"

I closed my eyes briefly, then stood up weakly, managing a smile. "I...need to go, I'm sorry."

After a few drinks as punishment from my companions, they finally let me leave.

I suppressed the burning sensation in my throat and allowed the tears to flow.

In that moment, I felt a strange sense of relief—I had bottled up my emotions for so long, and now I had a legitimate reason to let them out.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the midday sun blazed down on me, yet I shivered uncontrollably as if trapped in an icy chamber.

A black luxury car was parked by the roadside, and a driver stepped out, opening the rear door. Alexander was seated inside, his gaze turned toward me.

I walked slowly toward the car and climbed inside.

"Alexander, where are we headed?"

"Back to the hotel."

A fresh wave of shivers coursed through me at his words, and I bit my lip, hesitating before speaking. "Mr. Heffernan, please...spare me this..."

Alexander's grip on my chin tightened, and my futile attempts to push him away only highlighted my helplessness. He forcefully tilted my face upwards, his scrutiny marked by an unveiled contempt.

Clenching my teeth, I locked eyes with him, struggling to maintain my composure.

"Show a bit of self-control."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Alexander's lips as he retorted, "But that night, why didn't you exercise self-control?"

"I mistook you for someone else..."

"Dylan and I might share a resemblance, but our mannerisms, our presence—entirely distinct. Miss Spark, after spending so much time with him, couldn't you differentiate between us? When I offered you a ride, did Dylan have his own car? Yet you hopped in without a second thought."

My complexion had paled to an almost translucent shade, and I had indeed felt an inkling of something amiss that night.

But how could I have known that I'd encountered someone who bore an exact resemblance to Dylan?

And in my inebriated state, how could I have had the presence of mind to distinguish between a taxi and a private vehicle?

Wait, he referred to him as Dylan—the tone...

My eyes widened abruptly. "You know Dylan?"

"On that note, I should actually thank you. Your actions serendipitously led me to reunite with my long-lost twin brother."

"Brother?" My voice barely more than a breath, as though it had wafted in from another realm.

Alexander released his hold on me, wiping the sardonic smile from his face, and his voice turned frigid. "Feeling remorse now, Miss Spark?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. I'd been tormented by regret for so long that I felt utterly drained. My lips quivered, but no words came out.

"For Dylan, you were his utmost concern—saving money, changing jobs, even humbling himself to borrow from colleagues. Yet you, having resolved to venture down a certain path, why involve him?"

My eyes widened even further.

Alexander's gaze bore into mine.

"Dylan whispered your name in his dreams. In just a few days, he lost weight significantly. And how did you reciprocate his feelings? Short on funds? He wasn't unsuccessful in raising money, and there were those willing to help him out. Yet you insisted on delving into those types of environments..."

The pressure of my fingers intensified, their tips pricking into my palm.

Still, I was numb to the pain.

Drawing a deep breath, I managed to utter softly, "Dylan has already faced enough disapproving stares while seeking financial assistance. I couldn't bear to see him suffer on my account. Besides..."

Alexander shifted his gaze away. "You rejected Dylan's money, yet you felt completely fine about accepting funds from that bar owner? You've only known each other for a few months, and he was willing to give you that much."

"Ben... Ben is a good-hearted person. He offered to help willingly... The hospital was pressuring me, and I had no other choice..."

"A good-hearted person? Do you want me to share a bit about his track record? Your performance that night was quite enchanting, wasn't it? You seemed to revel in the embrace of applause, didn't you? And those captivating eyes of yours, darting around, hunting for prey, weren't they?"

He quirked a corner of his mouth, his tone gentle, but laced with a chilling edge that sent shivers down my spine.

"Descending into degradation out of desperation for your father might fool some, but not me. Pack away those teary-eyed acts. Once you've taken the plunge, your innocence is lost for good."

My heart felt like it had been sliced open, the pain resonating in my ears. Yes, on my eighteenth birthday, I allowed myself to be led astray by Alexander, disregarding the moon goddess's plan.

This blemish would follow me like a shadow, forever tainting me until my last breath.

Alexander's POV:

After glancing at her sideways, I fell into silence, my thoughts flying back to the time when the DNA test results came out.

Back then, I had just completed the alpha trial within the Pack, but my wolf hadn't yet found its own mate, which left me feeling frustrated.

While I was drinking alone in my frustration, suddenly, my wolf Franklin seemed to receive some kind of signal.

Soon after, my gaze shifted to the woman on the stage. Her singing left me entranced, as if I were truly there.

Then, a series of unfamiliar yet seemingly fated events followed one after another.

However, as an alpha within the Pack, even if she was my mate, I couldn't accept her becoming my Luna through a betrayal of her own identity.

Therefore, despite entering her in that moment, I rejected her wolf.

I thought the night would end there, but unexpectedly, things continued to unfold. In the process of my efforts to retrieve the mate who had been forced away, Franklin suddenly sensed the presence of my twin brother.

That day at the Maple Hotel, my heart was already in turmoil, yet my outward demeanor remained composed. I addressed Dylan in a cold voice, "Hello. If I may ask, did you grow up in the RED MOON PACK?"

Dylan's heart jolted, confusion evident in his expression. But as he looked at a face that was almost a mirror of his own, words seemed to fail him, and he simply nodded.

My expression grew more serious, my gaze penetrating, as if I could see through him. "If I'm not mistaken, you were adopted, right?"

Dylan's face paled, and he stammered, "How did you know?"

"It would be convenient if you could accompany me to the hospital."

Seeing doubt in Dylan's eyes, I offered a faint smile, my tone softening.

"Given our striking resemblance, wouldn't you want to know the reason?"

We proceeded to the hospital for a bloodline test.

Finally, I had found my long-lost brother. Yet, when Dylan—now known as Dylan Heffernan—spoke of Rainie, the pain in his eyes stabbed at my heart.

He revealed how he had done everything to borrow money for her, struggling to understand why she insisted on singing at nightclubs despite the quick earnings and the temptations.

He admitted his disapproval of her association with Ben.

But in places like a bar, where there was no protection, he could only turn a blind eye to the harassment she endured in helplessness.

He said she was genuinely a good girl, but her father's ailment required more than just borrowed funds.

She should have sought an easier way to earn money earlier, given the circumstances that pushed her into the world of glitz and glamour. He wouldn't blame her.

In that moment, I thought to myself, she might have faced hardships, but it shouldn't have led her down the path of compromising her dignity.

Her actions were driven partly by vanity—her flirtatious demeanor on stage—how could she genuinely be a good woman?

If she had already decided to sell herself, why didn't she break up earlier? Searching for a sugar daddy while playing innocent with her boyfriend.

Dylan, as a man, couldn't possibly endure the kind of blow and humiliation he suffered.

I told Dylan just one thing: "I won't let those who hurt you get away."

The car came to a halt. I snapped back to reality, turning my head to silently observe Rainie's pallid cheeks. "Get out."

"Mr. Heffernan, what exactly do you want?" She regained her composure, masking her unease.

I opted not to answer. Stepping out from the opposite side of the car, I noticed she did the same.

However, she turned and began walking away.

"If you're not going inside, then I'll visit your dorm tonight."