Page 47 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

“Hurt me? Why?”

Sighing, I admitted,“Because once again you were given something that I desperately wanted. You always were. It just took me awhile to realize that Dad was at fault for that and not you. I still kissed Darius knowing it would hurt you. It wasn’t until we kissed that I knew he was my fated. Darius had known since I was seventeen though. That was the reason things between us started out so badly, because he felt hurt that I only kissed him to get back at you.”

“Damn, Milo.”

“I know. I’m a shitty person.”

“No, not that. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but why hadn’t you realized Darius was yours? I knew almost right away with Cass.”

“You know it becomes easier with age,”I reminded him.“And honestly, I saw Darius as yours already, no point in lusting after someone I couldn’t have.”

“Aha! But you did lust after him?”

Growling, I nodded.“I tried not to, but I honestly thought it was because he was forbidden or something. You know how you always want what you can’t have.”

“And I was the reason you stayed away from him?”

“That, and the age gap. I believed there was no chance in hell Darius would want me back, at least not until I was an adult, and he didn’t. It wasn’t until the day we kissed that he approached me.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty over things with Darius,”he said, his tone serious. “You already went through enough pain with him because of it. No need to bring more into it with me.”

“But I still hurt you.”

“And that hurt brought me to Cass, literally.”

Wincing, I nodded. “I heard about how he hit you.”

“Yeah,” he chuffed. “His car came out of nowhere. But things happened as they should. You found your fated and I found mine. Now, I want my brother, too.”

“You have me,”I whispered, feeling choked up.

“Tell me about Dad,” he urged, knowing neither of us wanted to focus too hard on the emotional stuff before we’d talked through everything.

“Well, it’s hard to know when it all started, but he’s always favored you. It just wasn’t as obvious until after you became an adult. When you moved out things changed. I wasn’t invited to places with Dad, just left at home while he ate with you and his brothers. He would come home late, seemingly having forgotten about my existence only to tell me how amazing you were and how you’d spent hours with him at the packhouse.”

“He told me you preferred to stay at home.”

“He never once asked me if I wanted to join.”

“Fuck, even the others asked about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I thought you just went through some teenage shit and once you turned sixteen you started showing up by yourself so I believed it to be just that, a phase or something.”

“I just decided to do things on my own to help the pack. I was determined to become alpha so I couldn’t very well hide away for eternity.”

“I’m sorry, Milo. I have no idea why Dad made those decisions. He didn’t just keep you away from the pack, but from me as well. I missed you those years.”

“You did?”

“Of course! But whenever we saw each other, you couldn’t get away from me fast enough.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, feeling foolish when I thought back to those instances.

“Don’t be sorry. I finally understand why you acted like that. But I also know we need to talk to Dad about this.”

I groaned.“I feared you’d say that.”