Chapter 2The Alpha’s Hidden Obsession

My brother was actually a pretty rough guy.

Cold-hearted, bad temper.

But when it came to raising me, he was meticulous.

Growing up, he only hit me twice.

Once during my rebellious phase. I felt like he was too controlling, so I ran away from home.

I stayed at an internet cafe with friends for a few days, eating instant noodles.

I felt so independent, so cool.

Then he dragged me home and whipped my ass with his belt until it bloomed.

I was crying so hard I almost passed out, but he still yanked me up and asked, "Dare do it again?"

"No, never again, Bro."

Only then did he frown and throw me onto the sofa, panting with rage.

"Shawn, if anything happened to you, I would have to follow you down to hell just to apologize to your mother."

The second time was now.

I was this big, yet here I was, pants down, getting spanked.

My face burned with shame.

I struggled, but he pressed me tighter against his thigh.

My nose was filled with the scent of wild roses on him.

Crack. Crack. One crisp sound after another.

"Bro! Bro... stop, please stop..."

"Eighteen, and you tell me you're going to be a father."

"Didn't I tell you a thousand times? If you don't like someone, don't touch them!"

"No messing around outside!"

"No, I didn't." My voice cracked as I begged him, "Bro, it hurts."

"Pain will help you remember."

Despite saying that, he threw the belt aside.

Still angry, he slapped my butt with his bare hand.

I shuddered all over, suddenly clamping my legs together.

When he threw me onto the sofa, I stayed curled up, not getting up.

He noticed something was wrong.

Frowning, "Did I really hurt you?"

He reached out to pull me.

I quickly shook my head, curling up tighter. "No, no, I'm fine."

It was just... the scent on my brother was too good.

This smell easily reminded me of that crazy night.

I could barely control my reaction to him.