The Lycans Twins Hidden Mate

Alina's pov

"Heavens." I mumbled as I looked at the sky.

The sun had just begun sending thin rays of golden light across the forest as I walked on the path leading to my parents' graves. Even till today, I felt a hollow ache in my chest, and their absence pressed on me like a weight that could never be escaped. The war had taken them away and left me stuck in this pack  ruled by my sadistic younger stepbrother.

Damon.

I slowed down as I moved toward a small clearing where their graves lay. Over the years, the earth had settled unevenly, and the stone markers bore the marks of weather and time. 

I knelt carefully, trembling fingers brushing away fallen petal leaves. "I miss you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "It has been years, years, and yet it still feels like yesterday. I so wish you were here to see what is happening. I wish you could fix it. I wish you could come back and save the pack. We are all suffering without you father." 

I pressed my palm against the rough stone, feeling its coldness and roughness on my skin. "The pack... it is falling apart," I said softly to the stone as if my father were sitting there and listening to me. "Ever since Damon turned Alpha, nothing has been the same. He never seems to care about the people, lands, and families who once trusted us. All he cares about is himself. To appease his lustful desires, he obtains a new mistress every passing day for himself. He robs our lower pack members of their teenagers without any reason, and keeps trying to find a lady to make himself, happy and any who rejects he  forcefully  goes to bed with. Brcause of  this breeders  and girls run from the pack. And me..." My hand shook as it moved over the engraved letters of their names. "I am still  here hurt, beaten, abuse and unable to flee. But I don't understand why he treats me like I don't matter. I don't understand why he treats me like it seems I am not his sister."

My eyes closed, forcing breath inside me; yesterday's memories clawed me. Damon had tried to touch me, he had tried to have sex with me, but I had shouted, pushed him, and he hadnt listened. His hands turned cruel and he pinned me down  with sheer strength, mercilessly hitting me in anger, leaving many long, dark bruises on my arms, sides, and back from trying to force himself on me. I had escaped but my body reminded me every second that my escape had come with a price.

"I shouldn't have fought him," I muttered, pressing my palm to my bruised arm. "I should have kept quiet and done what he wanted, but I... I couldn't. He was going to touch me. I couldn't be still while my younger brother forced himself on me. I just... I didn't know what else