Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Chapter 2 She is not allowed to participate!

　　Esme's POV

　　Early the next morning, seven o'clock.

　　"Good morning, dear." Only Luna Noemi and Alpha Ysmael were sitting at the breakfast table, I looked into the kitchen and there was no sign of Merverlan either, I was relieved that I could finally eat in peace.

　　"Dear, are you looking for your brother? Unfortunately he left for school early this morning, it's strange, in the past he would have stayed in bed". Luna Noemi teased me after taking a sip of her coffee. She always wished that I could get along with Merverlan peacefully, like a real brother and sister, but unfortunately, I couldn't fulfill her dream and I could never understand why Merverlan hated me so much.

　　But I didn't have the strength to pay attention to Merverlan's antics, was he afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat breakfast because of him? Would he be so kind?

　　I immediately grabbed the sandwich from my plate and bit into it. "That's not true. I just wanted to see what else the kitchen had to eat. Cause I'm so hungry right now, I could eat a cow." I explained with a grin, trying to avoid the subject of Merverlan's got with a wry expression.

　　God, I felt like I was finally alive when it entered my stomach.

　　"That's good, otherwise I'd be worried that you'd feel lost because your brother doesn't go to school with you. You know, Merverlan was always bad at showing that he cared, and I'm sure he loved you very much. Just like I did with your father." Luna Noemi finished and looked at Alpha Ysmael.

　　"Yes, your mother is right, your brother Merverlan is just used to wrapping himself in a cold expression, maybe teenagers like to play it cool." Alpha Ysmael agreed.

　　I nodded. "Alpha, Luna, I don't blame Merverlan ...... he's been good to me of course," I said turning to them. "I've always appreciated your generosity in bringing me into your family, and I couldn't ask for more."

　　I told them sincerely that I had always been grateful for what they had done, that I hadn't heard my wolf yet, but that they had never belittled me for it, but had truly loved me as a daughter.

　　Of course, I sometimes expressed concern about this gratuitous love of theirs, I wanted to pry into the secrets behind it, but it was a shameless thing to question their good intentions openly.

　　I decided to investigate in secret myself.

　　Luna Noemi stood up and hugged me. "OH DEAR, you don't have to always remember that you were adopted by us, you don't have to feel guilty about it, you are our daughter ......"

　　The alarm clock signaled that it was almost time for my first class and I immediately drank the last sip of milk from my glass, feeling my strength finally return to my body.

　　I say goodbye as Luna Noemi pulls me back.

　　"DEAR, I want you to come back early tonight after school because tomorrow night is Merverlan's 18th Bar Mitzvah and I want to use the occasion to introduce you to all the wolves. You know, this is something we should have done a long time ago, but you resisted every time. ......"

　　I finally remembered the warning Merverlan gave me every year on the eve of his birthday, when he refused to allow me to attend his party, as if I were a presence that shamed him.

　　Every year mine pretended to be sick, and this one certainly wasn't a surprise.

　　"I think I can’t g—"

　　"You're not going to pretend to be sick again, right, Esme?" Luna Noemi cut me off.

　　Just when I thought I was a great actress.

　　"Are you resenting mom and dad? Is that why you never want to stand with us?" she asked, looking like she was about to shed tears.

　　I felt guilt hacking into my system.I certainly don't dislike them.They are the best people in the world for me, giving me the best life and giving me an education. I care about what she feels. She became my mother when I have nothing.

　　"N—No... Of course not.You have treated me so well that I couldn't ask for more. I just—" She gave me a begging stare. "Fine. I will come..." I yielded.

　　I guess as long as I keep a low-profile, I'm pretty good at it anyway.

　　"Thank you, dear!" she happily said. My eyes widened when she pulled me into a tight hug.

　　It feels good to have parents like them. That asshole Merverlan is so lucky..

　　***

　　Merverlan's POV

　　Evening.

　　"Alpha Merverlan," the servant at the door saluted me just as I got out of the car. I glanced at the brightly lit manor and was puzzled. Murmuring to myself, "What are they doing this late at night?"

　　I pushed the door open to see a bunch of dresses scattered everywhere, familiar designers, and an excited mother. I should have known that my mother would have to try on dresses all day long just for my Bar Mitzvah.

　　They made the spacious living room crowded with all these dresses.

　　My mother saw me return and waved me over, "Merverlan, come and choose."

　　This was a world-class dilemma, having a man help a woman choose a dress. But I walked over and scanned the luxurious gowns spread across the room. A perfunctory reply, "Mom, you look good in anything..."

　　Soon my eyes were drawn to a pink saree on the sofa, I couldn't read the dress but as soon as I saw it I thought of Esme, she's so delicate, she'd look great in this.

　　Fuck! What was I thinking?

　　To keep me from continuing to think about that person, I reached out and pointed to the dress, "Except for this one." I said, making all of them pause to look at me. The designers bowed their heads upon seeing me. I pointed to the sarong I was talking about. "This color is too childish. It will not suit you."

　　My merciless comment made my mother laugh awkwardly. "You know quite a bit about costumes."

　　"That's for sure, I learned..." Before I could finish, Mom added, "That's for Esme."

　　I felt a bucket of cold water splashed into my face. I woke up in an instant. The sound of her name alerted me.

　　"Who?" I asked, even though I heard it clearly the first time.

　　"ESME!" Mom emphasized again in case I couldn't hear her. When I didn't answer, she added, "She's been in our family for eight years, though I don't know her exact birthday. But I think she's almost an adult, so it's time to introduce her to-"

　　To who? Other men?

　　"ESME IS NOT COMING TO MY PARTY!" My voice thundered in the four corners of the living room.

　　Mother looked at me with shock. This is the first time that I raised my voice at her. I wouldn't have if she wasn't annoying enough to take Esme there.

　　"I don't understand why you're acting like this, Mel. You stopped me from introducing your sister to all the wolves. Why is that? Sometimes I feel your possessiveness over your sister! I can understand your concern for her, but it's not right! Your sister is old enough to handle all situations!" SHE'S face darkened, which was a testament to how angry she was at this point.

　　My mother had always been a good-natured person, but the thought of all those male wolves stuck on top of Esme's beautiful body made me want to gouge their eyes out.

　　For some reason, my wolf remained possessive of Esme, which I know is wrong because we can't be sure if Esme is my mate or not.

　　I was afraid that she was, because judging by my parents' attitude, they would never allow me to mark esme.

　　So I used my aloof side to hide my true desires.

　　"Fine, she's in, but it's definitely not going to be one of those dresses you have that makes you look like a slut!" I said angrily, immediately destroying the revealing dress.

　　I was about to destroy some more when I smelled Father's scent coming to the scene.

　　"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING SCREAMING AND ACTING LIKE AN UNCULTURED SWINE?!"

　　Father stormed out of his office. I looked away, knowing that I was the one at fault. I should never have yelled at my mother.

　　But I'm still mad about the fact that she's making decisions without consulting me first. It's my party that she's going to ruin with that stupid girl's entry.

　　Since I couldn't convince them, I had to convince my "sister"!

　　Bang!

　　I slammed the door and left, leaving my mother calling after me...