Alpha Brother’s Regret

I was Garrett Blackwood's lost sister, separated from my Alpha brother for ten years.

When I finally returned to Stormfang Pack, I discovered he already had an adopted sister.

I became the unwanted one.

Even when I was brutally murdered, no one sought justice for me. Not until three years later when the case was reopened and my diary was found.

Only then did my powerful Alpha brother finally collapse under the weight of his delayed remorse.

1

I was Alpha Garrett’s lost sister. But when I finally returned to pack, I found my brother already had another adopted sister. I became the unwanted one. Even when I was brutally murdered, everyone thought I deserved it and no one sought justice for me.

Three years after my death, the investigators who handled my case were caught taking bribes.

Given the case's widespread implications and massive social impact, the highest authority—the Alpha Council—decided to launch a full reinvestigation. They appointed a respected Elder to personally lead the investigation, showing how seriously they took it. The review process would be open to the public.

But pack members weren't happy about reopening my case. They'd heard rumors about my supposed promiscuity and bullying of my adopted sister.

"The Alpha treated her so well. She was just an ungrateful wolf."

"She probably made it all up in her head. All lies!"

"Aria Blackwood deserved to die!"

Even my once-loving brother showed no mercy: "She doesn't deserve to be my sister."

Everyone despised me.

The truth only came out when a sealed, private diary—my diary—was presented as key evidence before all pack members.

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Marcus Ironwood had just been promoted to Chairman of the Pack Council's Criminal Investigation Committee. He needed to review all cases handled by his corrupt predecessor, especially the high-profile ones.

The "Aria Blackwood Murder Case" was first on the list—a sensational case that had rocked the pack world.

When pack members learned about the reinvestigation, their reaction was explosive.

"What's questionable about this case? Aria Blackwood got what she deserved!"

"Exactly! Why waste pack resources on someone like her? How could there be any hidden truth?"

"Damn it, having to go to that slut Aria's place."

"This is fucking unlucky! Why does this world need to give justice to someone like Aria Blackwood?"

"Aria had a messy private life. She was reckless because her family had money. She probably provoked some rogue wolves and got revenge. Cases like this don't need investigation."

"If she didn't have dirty secrets, why would an Alpha's sister choose to live in such a remote place?"

"Elder Marcus, you've changed. Now you even want to overturn iron-clad cases. Getting promoted really made you lazy."

"There's no need to give that slut Aria so much attention. Just live your own life."

Marcus Ironwood frowned as he read the social media feedback about the "Aria Blackwood Murder Case." Seeing everyone cursing and complaining gave him a headache.

But this was the Council's assignment. Regardless of public opinion, he had to uncover the truth.

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Before the case details were released, online criticism continued. Marcus called a press conference to calm public sentiment.

"Everyone relax. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

"I'm reopening this case to verify the legal procedures back then, not to whitewash someone who could cruelly harm even her own family."

Marcus held up the case files, raising an eyebrow at the camera:

"Rest assured, we'll update you on the investigation progress regularly to ensure fair and transparent review. This will allow pack members to supervise us at any time."

The crowd immediately cheered. Everyone praised Marcus for his excellent work.

At the same time, in Stormfang Pack Alpha's safe house:

"Damn it!"

My brother Garrett Blackwood crushed the wine glass in his hand when he saw the news.

"Aria's been dead for three years. Can't she just stay quiet in that godforsaken place?"

He angrily lit a cigarette and watched the smoke rise before making a phone call: "This cannot reach Sophia's ears."

"I won't let Aria's name cause Sophia pain again."

Just as he finished speaking, Sophia approached from behind and stopped in her tracks.

She looked at Garrett with hurt in her eyes, saying sadly: "Brother, sister is already dead. I've come to terms with it."

"Even though Aria hurt me back then, she paid the price."

"We're all still here and well. People need to look forward. I don't want to dwell on past mistakes."

Then Sophia's biological father emerged, his face twisted with malice as he snarled: "That girl deserved to die! If not for her, you wouldn't have suffered so much. As Stormfang Pack's future Luna, don't compromise yourself too much for the greater good."

He glared at the chaotic press conference on TV.

Feeling irritated, he poured himself a glass of wine and gulped it down. "As for that disgraceful thing, she's been dead three years and still won't stay quiet. I'd like to see what other tricks she has up her sleeve."

2

To ensure the investigation was properly documented, Marcus Ironwood applied for full audio and video recording. A camera crew would follow him throughout, and the Pack News Network would create a dedicated section for pack members to monitor the proceedings.

The crime scene was located in a dilapidated two-story wooden house on the pack territory's edge. The surrounding trees had grown wild without care, and even in daylight, the thick canopy made everything eerily dark.

Marcus gripped a flashlight, its beam dancing across the rotting front door.

Weeds choked the area. No one lived nearby. The single beam of light only made the place feel more desolate.

He caught the scent of decay as he approached the entrance.

With a gentle push, the door crashed to the ground with a thunderous bang. Marcus stood frozen, staring at what lay before him.

His shocked voice was captured on camera.

"What the hell is this?"

The walls were covered in moss and vines. Through the patches of withered leaves, you could see blackened bloodstains underneath.

The cameraman stepped forward for a close-up shot.

Online comments flooded in immediately:

"Aria Blackwood was completely insane! How could she live in such a disgusting place!"

"This girl was desperate for attention. Making it look so realistic."

"I heard she used to torture cats and dogs. Probably splattered that blood herself."

"Exactly! Someone who could hurt innocent animals—what wouldn't she do? She got exactly what she deserved."

"Maybe some guy got tired of her drama queen act, always saying she wanted to die, so he just sent her to her grave."

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Funny, isn't it?

Watching these online comments, I found them amusing too. My death had become entertainment for strangers.

They didn't even know who I was. Had never met me. Yet based on vicious rumors alone, they launched their brutal attacks.

Perhaps they didn't care either. Their self-righteous justice was built on my bones.

Marcus frowned slightly as he carefully examined the environment, then began feeling around the loose bricks in the corners.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew through, forcing open an already loose window. The curtains danced with filthy, stained sheets.

Thud. A diary fell to the ground.

Marcus opened to the first page and began reading.

June 10th, 2013

On my way home today, I was stopped by someone claiming to be my brother—Garrett Blackwood. He apologized to me, saying that during the pack conflicts ten years ago, he failed to protect me, allowing an enemy pack to kidnap me.

My birth parents never stopped searching for me after I disappeared. When they couldn't find me anywhere, they eventually died of heartbreak.

I was so happy. I had a brother! I wasn't abandoned after all.

Brother told me that after our parents died, he was adopted by their close friends. They have a daughter too, and they're all good people who will treat me well.

But I knew it would be different. He's my blood brother—he'll love me unconditionally. But others won't.

When we got home, the adoptive parents were polite but distant to me, while warmly welcoming my brother.

They asked him all sorts of questions about me, and brother answered every one.

Brother told me our birth parents had passed away years earlier.

They loved me so much. After I went missing, they never gave up searching.

After we were reunited, I became very dependent on him. For the first time in my sixteen years, I felt care from family.

I wanted to move out and live with brother, but the adoptive parents disagreed. They thought brother couldn't take care of me properly on his own, so they decided I should stay with them as part of the family. Brother agreed.

Actually, my adoptive parents never really liked me. It became even more obvious after I turned eighteen and failed to complete my first shift, confirming I was just an Omega.

They cut off my allowance, saying I was an adult now. When Sophia took the money I earned from part-time jobs, they said I was being petty—sisters should naturally give their younger sisters spending money.

But in front of brother, they always acted polite and restrained, making brother think they treated me and their daughter equally.

I really love my brother. His presence made my life so much better. He'd tease me for being a little shadow, but he always took me everywhere with him.

At school, many classmates looked down on me because of my Omega status. They mocked and bullied me. When brother found out, he got so angry he went and fought them.

At home, the adoptive parents scolded me, saying I shouldn't run to brother over small conflicts between classmates. Brother was an Alpha heir with many responsibilities. Wasting his time and getting him hurt was inappropriate. I said nothing.

After dinner, I went to brother's room to help treat his wounds.

"It's really not a big deal. I'm used to it. Don't be so impulsive next time."

"Silly girl, how can you get used to something like that? From now on, with brother here, I'll protect you."

Seeing his smile, I nodded silently, thinking how wonderful it was to have a brother.

At least in this world, I was no longer alone.

Brother is the best person in the world.

3

Marcus had only read the first page, but he could already see the timid girl who had slowly emerged from her shell under her brother's protection.

I couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Back then, I was still Garrett Blackwood's precious little sister.

Not the despised rat that everyone wanted to destroy.

Back then, I thought I finally had family who would stand by me through thick and thin. I could enjoy the warmth of loved ones.

Garrett fell silent for a long moment.

He seemed to remember the day he found me, recalling all the moments we'd shared together.

In that instant, he suddenly felt terrible. The sister he'd sworn to protect—how had things turned out this way?

Sophia's face turned ashen.

She quickly grabbed Garrett's arm, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Garrett, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, sister Aria wouldn't have been forced to move out. If she'd kept living with us, she wouldn't have died."

"You two had such a good relationship, and I ruined it all..."

"I killed sister Aria. It's all my fault."

Hearing the crying beside him, Garrett's expression instantly turned cold.

The nostalgia that had filled him moments before transformed into disgust.

He tenderly pulled Sophia into his embrace.

"Sophia, how could this be your fault?"

"If it weren't for Aria, you wouldn't have been hurt. You wouldn't have lost... our child."

"Kicking her out was already me being merciful. This is all because of her endless greed."

When he mentioned this, Garrett's fists clenched so tight that veins bulged.

The pain brought him back to reality. He kissed Sophia's forehead: "She destroyed our flesh and blood. She doesn't deserve to be my sister."

The adoptive parents, who had never felt much for me anyway, now comforted Sophia.

"Sophia dear, we took her in years ago to give you a companion. We never imagined she'd be such an ungrateful wolf. She hurt you so many times out of jealousy, and you still defend her. You're too kind."

"She's gone now. Don't keep dwelling on this. Living your own life well is what matters most."

The parents watched the news report with gritted teeth.

Their family was happy and harmonious, while I had always been an outsider disrupting their peace.

Marcus turned to the second page of the diary.

August 15th, 2013

On the night of the Pack Unity Festival, I came home to find Sophia clinging to brother and acting cute.

I felt a familiar dread. Here it was again. She'd always been able to effortlessly take away everything I cared about.

My parents' affection, the stuffed animals I'd cherished for years, teachers' and classmates' favoritism...

Now it was my brother's turn?

When brother saw me return, he told me to come listen to Sophia talk about her study abroad experiences. Brother's attention was completely captured by Sophia. He didn't even glance at me once. My heart ached.

My adoptive parents, who were always cold and distant with me, now looked at Sophia with adoration as she spoke animatedly. They kept responding and praising her excellence to my brother. When they noticed my silence, they told me not to be petty—we were all family.

Brother said he would treat both his sisters equally from now on.

I nodded numbly, letting Sophia enthusiastically lean against me and grab my arm. She said she envied me for having a brother who appeared out of nowhere, and that she was thrilled to finally have a sister. She liked me so much and wanted to sleep in my room that night.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by her screams. The bed was covered in blood. I got up to see her clutching her arm as blood kept pouring out.

Before I could understand what was happening, my adoptive mother burst into the room and shoved me to the ground. They all called me vicious for hurting my own sister.

Looking at the bloodied silver letter opener beside me and brother's disappointed eyes, I panicked.

I hadn't done anything at all!

4

November 23rd, 2013

Today was my and Sophia's birthday. Since no one knew my exact birth date, Sophia suggested we celebrate together to make it more lively. The adoptive parents agreed. No one thought to ask what I, the person involved, actually wanted.

This year I was really excited because I had brother.

That evening, I watched Sophia in her beautiful dress hugging our parents and thanking them for the expensive healing crystals they'd given her. I looked down at the formal dress that didn't fit me properly and smiled as usual.

When brother came home, I happily accepted the gift he'd prepared for me. After thanking him, I wanted to go to my room to treasure it properly, but Sophia stopped me. She waved the gift box in her hand, saying she wanted us to open our presents together because that way we could share double the happiness.

I hesitated, looking at brother's smiling face. I couldn't refuse.

After opening the gifts, Sophia stared at the emerald bracelet on my wrist as it reflected brilliant light. She looked envious and said it was exactly what she'd always wanted. She hoped I'd trade it for her pink diamond ring.

Under the expectant gazes of our adoptive parents, I slipped off the emerald bracelet and handed it to her. Of course, I never got the pink diamond.

January 27th, 2014

For the new year, brother asked me where I wanted to go during the holidays. I said I wanted to see the ocean.

He promised to take me to the beach—to walk on sand and sunbathe.

But when I finished packing and was ready to leave with brother, I saw Sophia waiting by the car.

Brother said Sophia heard we were going to the beach and wanted to come too. My smile became forced.

When I finally saw the ocean, I ran joyfully toward the waves, turning back to share this moment of happiness with brother.

But I found Sophia linking arms with brother as they strolled slowly behind me. When she saw me looking back, Sophia raised her hand and waved. My joy instantly burst like a popped bubble.

That evening there was a bonfire party on the beach. Watching them dance together in the crowd, I felt completely unnecessary.

That night, Sophia didn't return to her room.

February 14th, 2014

I went out to throw away trash and saw Sophia hugging brother. Brother pushed her away.

She ran home crying and told me she loved my brother.

She also told me to stop monopolizing him all the time.

Marcus stared blankly for a long moment.

Reading the entries, he saw only a girl desperate for love, wanting to fit into her family but constantly being pushed aside.

Even the brother I considered my only support didn't favor me.

He couldn't understand how such a love-starved young woman became the despised slut everyone hated.

After the case updates were posted online, the hateful comments continued flooding in.

"No wonder she attacked Sophia later!"

"What a shameless bitch!"

"Even if you're starved for love, you can't do such disgusting things!"

Marcus's social media was drowning in abuse.

He opened the diary again and continued reading.

Despite being constantly ignored by my adoptive parents, my biological brother was supposed to be different. I hoped to earn brother's favoritism, but all I got was disappointment.

I was hurt that brother always chose to stand by Sophia's side, so I decided to stop focusing my energy on home.

I began socializing outside and started building a new life.

I even decided to find love.

In my diary, I wrote about meeting my destined mate under the Moon Goddess's guidance.

Marcus felt happy for me as he read. I no longer had to wait for the scraps of affection my family might throw me way.

Someone truly loved me now.

This sweetness lasted for a long time. My entries were filled with emotional stability and joy.

But soon, the diary took on a completely different tone again.

5

May 17th, 2015

I saw the chat messages between my boyfriend and Sophia. She was ruthlessly attacking me, listing all my flaws while subtly showing off her own superiority.

My mate's replies offered no defense of me. Instead, he agreed with Sophia's complaints and expressed concern about my Omega status, saying I'd be of little help to his future.

When I confronted her about it, she called me worthless. She said an Omega could never hold onto an excellent man.

She told me: "Whether it's our parents, your brother, or your boyfriend—I just have to crook my finger and they'll all choose me."

Soon after, my boyfriend broke up with me. His reason? That I didn't respect his privacy and invaded it by looking at his phone.

Watching the ongoing coverage, Garrett frowned slightly.

He turned to look at Sophia, seemingly contemplating whether the diary entries were true or false.

He'd always prided himself on being fair and impartial, supporting what was right rather than blood relations. The only reason he'd consistently sided with Sophia was because Aria had always been causing trouble.

This whole thing felt like a tangled mess. Maybe Aria had written it all deliberately.

Sophia loved him so much—how could she possibly seduce other people's boyfriends on purpose?

June 20th, 2015

Brother and Sophia got together.

She happily shared this news with me and warmly invited me to dinner. I couldn't refuse, so I agreed.

At the restaurant, she kept sharing her happy moments with brother. I listened quietly.

I went to the restroom, and when I returned, I found Sophia collapsed. Just as I was about to check on her, brother arrived to pick her up.

Brother rushed over to help Sophia up. Seeing her blackened lips with blood at the corners, he suspected she'd been poisoned and rushed her to the pack hospital.

Sure enough, Sophia had been poisoned with wolfsbane. The poison was in her wine. The healer said it was lucky she didn't drink much, or her life would have been in danger.

When Sophia woke up, she made strange apologetic statements to me. She told our parents and brother not to blame me, saying I just couldn't accept brother being with his sister, which drove me to such extreme measures as poisoning her.

She said she could understand my feelings and didn't blame me.

I protested that I had no intention of hurting her and demanded the Pack Council investigate this vicious poisoning.

But Sophia magnanimously said she didn't want to pursue it. Then I became the murderer in everyone's eyes.

July 8th, 2015

After Sophia's poisoning, she received everyone's love and protection, while I faced the entire world's hostility.

I became labeled as someone who could poison even the sister she'd grown up with. Not only my social circle but even the internet was filled with abuse toward me.

Brother called to scold me for being too vicious.

My adoptive parents told me to get out of their house.

Walking down the street, I felt like the whole world was laughing at me.

I went to the Alpha Council to file a report, hoping they'd investigate and clear my name. But they said the victim needed to file the complaint.

Sophia, who was physically injured, was the victim. I, the one being attacked by everyone around me and online, was the suspect.

No one believed me, no one cared, and I couldn't defend myself.

August 18th, 2015

The doctor said I had severe depression.

Even worse, Sophia asked me to meet her at the pack territory's edge and told me she'd done it all.

She said my very existence was a mistake. Why should brother still want to give me a chance when things had reached this point?

She had to completely destroy me to feel truly at peace.

During our argument, rogue wolves suddenly appeared. In the rush to escape, I wanted to flee with Sophia, but she got in the car first, slammed the door, and drove away. She left me, an Omega, alone to face the vicious rogue wolves. I was surrounded and torn apart by them, quickly losing consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in the pack hospital.

My adoptive parents stood by my bed, demanding to know why I would treat my sister this way.

I looked at my adoptive mother in confusion. Seeing that I remained silent, she slapped me hard.

"You're too evil! We could overlook your jealous little schemes against Sophia before, but now you actually conspired with rogue wolves to hurt her. She's your sister!"

I said I didn't do it, but they forced me to kneel and apologize.

When Sophia woke up, she just kept crying, begging me not to hurt her.

I couldn't defend myself. I didn't understand how things had turned out this way. I was clearly the victim.