Chapter 2

　　Vicky had always been a charming beauty in front of outsiders, and a gentle and considerate lover in front of my brother. Only I knew what kind of person she was in private. Her temper was not good. In front of my brother, she mostly ordered me to do something. But once, when my brother was away, Vicky said some strange things to me and almost hit me. Since then, I had avoided being alone with her. 　　Vicky was more scary than my brother to me. After all, my brother won't really hit me. 　　I was puzzled. Now only my brother and I depend on each other. Vicky wanted to marry my brother. I was the only relative of my brother, shouldn't she be nice to me? Why did she always bully me and regard me as the enemy? Was it because my brother said something to her? Did my brother let her do this to me? I was sorry to think of this. 　　"I want some beef." Vicky looked at me and ordered as if she was the hostess here. 　　She was leaning on my brother in her underwear. Her body was covered with hickeys. 　　I looked up at my brother. He sat on the sofa, his face void of emotion. He didn't say a word, but I know what he meant. 　　I lowered my head and said, "I see." 　　"I'm so hungry. Make dinner quickly." She continued. 　　I nodded and went toward the kitchen. 　　"Put on your clothes and leave. "Osborn said to Vicky. 　　"What? " Vicky shouted in disbelief. 　　I turned around and saw my brother putting on his coat. 　　"Put your clothes back on and move along. I have an errand to run.” Osborn said in a cold voice. 　　"Where are you going? You want to go to Night’s Café, right?" Vicky said with red eyes. 　　"It's none of your business." Osborn did not deny it. He pushed the door and went out. 　　What a cruel man! I thought. 　　Tears were trickling down Vicky’s cheeks. Sensing my sight, she gave me a fierce stare. 　　I turned around and went into the kitchen. Then I heard the door slam shut. 　　I looked into the living room and Vicky was gone. It seemed that she went after my brother. 　　Night’s Café was a nightclub, on the edge of our pack. Osborn often went there to hunt for beauties. Osborn went to the nightclub to meet other women just after he had sex with Vicky. No wonder Vicky was so angry. 　　I lay on my bed in the room and thought back to what I just saw. Everything was so hot. So fucking hot. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, and I wiped them off with the back of my hand. 　　I wanted a man to mark me. Needed him to mark me now. Another wave of heat hit me, making me pant for something—anything—cool. 　　I stumbled downstairs to the second floor, flung open the bathroom door, started the cold water, and watched it fill up the bathtub. When the bath was half-full, I jumped in, unable to resist it. It was cold—freezing almost—but it didn’t stop that lingering ache. 　　I wanted to be marked and satisfied. Sexual desire had not been satisfied, and the heat in my body had become a kind of torture. 　　Why the fuck did this hurt so bad? Why the hell was my life like this? 　　I didn't understand what I did wrong and why I had to live like a slave. My mother died, and the other family members were very indifferent to me. I wasn't allowed to go to school. I was busy with chores every day. 　　I ever shifted into my pure white wolf. My fur was thin and mattered, my wolf incredibly small and fragile and I looked like I had been starved for months. No one would want to be my mate. I would suffer this pain until I died. 　　My heart ached, and when the cold water wasn’t doing it for me anymore, I turned the faucet back on, and rested the crook of my neck right on the rushing water, letting it cool me slightly. The bath filled until the water was sloshing over the edge. 　　I leaned back and groaned loudly. This was too much. Too fucking much. 　　In a bath full of cold water, I was sweating. No goosebumps, just pure beads of sweat. My wolf clawed her way through me. I needed to get out. Out of here. Now. 　　Mate. I needed to find a mate. My mate. Any mate. 　　I jumped out of the water, trying to fight my wolf, but not being able. I landed on all fours and shifted into my wolf, listening to my bones crack but not feeling anything other than this heat. She sprinted to the door, on her hands and feet like the wild fucking animal she was. 　　She growled at the dressers in front of the door, shook away the sweat, and clawed at the wood. Small pieces jammed into the pads of our paws, but she didn’t care. Over and over and over, our claws dug into it, destroying it and ripping it to pieces. 　　Stop, I demanded, but my wolf didn’t listen. 　　Mate. Need mate. Need a mate now. 　　I could barely breathe. All this fur was making it warmer, hotter, and dryer. She continued to claw and claw, and I wished my brother would just break through the door and save me at any moment. 　　My head hurt. My vision blurred. 　　After what seemed like hours with no success, I whimpered. I begged my wolf to stop. I couldn’t handle it. She was suffocating me. 　　Wave after wave of heat rolled through me. I shifted and lay on the warm ground, tears rolling down my cheeks. I rolled into a ball, then stretched out—unable to find a comfortable position. 　　I stumbled to my feet and away from the door, so I couldn’t move the dressers myself. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t even think I had enough strength to do that. I eyed the one by the window which had been untouched by my wolf. And a part of me wanted to just hurl myself out of the window, smack against the ground, and pass out. 　　Everything was more intense than it had been and much hotter. So much hotter. 　　Cool down. My wolf said. 　　I jumped out of a second-floor window. I had to go to the lake nearby. Maybe I could avoid being crazy by the heat when I was soaked in the lake.