*CAMILLA*
"We're here, milla"
Evie's voice pulled me from sleep.
"We're here already? So fast," I said sadly, looking up at the gigantic house towering over us.
"Are you sure you want to go inside? You can still come to my place. You know you're always welcome — my mum would even be happy to have you," Evie said quickly.
"No, thanks, Evie. I have to go. Even though they don't care whether I'm home or not, it's still my home, and they're still my family," I said slowly.
"You're too soft, Milla," Evie sighed.
"I know, love," I replied with a small smile. "Bye."
I got down from her car, and she waved before driving off.
I sighed as I knocked on the gate. One of the guards opened it.
I'm literally the only one who knocks at the gate in this house — everyone else has their own car.
Except me.
I walked into the house, fear settling in my chest, bracing myself for whatever bad thing might happen the moment I stepped inside.
I shouldn't feel this way.
Home is supposed to be a place of comfort — somewhere you can laugh, joke with your family, feel happy and free.
That's what people say home feels like.
Mine is different.
Mine is a living hell.
Ever since I was born, I've never known what home feels like. I've never felt it — and it hurts.
Home shouldn't be filled with discomfort and sadness, but that's all I've ever known.
I was bullied. Maltreated.
I guess I'm used to it.
Our mansion is one of the biggest in the city — the benefit of being the right-hand man to the Alpha King.
As I walked in, the devils themselves were descending the stairs: my younger sisters, Olivia and Rose.
They looked beautiful — matching white short gowns, hair styled perfectly. Maybe they were going to school. I didn't care.
Their eyes landed on me, and they smirked. Another annoying morning.
"Look who's back. You didn't come home last night. Where were you?" Olivia grinned.
"Maybe she went to fuck," Rose chuckled.
"Who would want to fuck someone that ugly?" Olivia sneered.
That's a lie. I know I'm beautiful.
"Cat got your tongue?" Olivia pressed, her tone turning colder.
"I… I was at Evie's," I said quietly.
"Your ugly friend?" Rose laughed.
"She's not," I mumbled.
"Sorry — what did you say?" Olivia snapped, her eyes turning green and her fingers lengthening.
"I… I said she's not—"
The sound rang through my ears before I finished.
Olivia slapped me.
"You're useless, Camilla. You're twenty-one and still wolfless. You don't talk when I'm talking," she spat.
You'd think Olivia was the worst. But no — Rose is the real devil. Slow. Quiet. Dangerous. You don't want to tempt her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ethan's voice cut through the room.
Ethan — their younger brother. Nineteen. And the only one who actually cared.
"Are you okay, big sis?" he asked softly, eyes on my face.
"I'm fine," I nodded.
"Go away, Ethan," Rose hissed.
"Fuck off," he snapped back, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs.
The hallways were silent. The maids greeted Ethan politely — not me. My stepmother had told them not to. I'm not "worthy."
Nobody treats me well here.
Except Ethan.
We reached my room.
"Your key?" he asked.
I handed it to him. He opened the door.
"Sit. Where's your first aid box?"
"It's there."
He found it, took out a pain-relief band, and gently pressed it to my cheek where Olivia's long nails had scratched me.
Silence filled the room.
"Just shout at me already," I whispered.
"No. I don't want to," he said.
"Please. You know I hate when you give me the silent treatment."
He sighed. "Really, big sis? Why do you always let them bully you? You're older than them."
"I know. But they're stronger. If I try to fight back, they could kill me within breaking a sweat. I don't have a wolf, Ethan. You know that."
He went quiet. "Still… letting them get away with it every time isn't okay."
"Don't worry about me. I'm strong. I'll be fine," I smiled weakly.
He shook his head. "Stop making that cute face. I'm still mad at you."
He stood and left.
My room is small compared to theirs — like a rat hole — but it's still the only place I find peace. Black walls, with white touches. My favorite color.
Weird, right?
People don't understand why I love black. Maybe that's another reason they think I'm strange.
I opened the small black-painted door in the corner — most people will think it's a wall. But it's my workspace.
I make games. I'm a technology genius, I guess. Even though I was homeschooled, I have a degree in game design, coding, and hacking.
Being a Brooks doesn't make life easier.
My mother was a maid. My father slept with her "by mistake," and she got pregnant with me.
She died giving birth to me. I never knew her.
The Brooks family is the second most powerful after the King. My father is the King's right-hand man.
And yet — at twenty-one, I still don't have a wolf. I passed the turning age at eighteen and nothing happened.
So I'm treated like a human. An outcast.
Everyone ,even the maids looks down on me.
well,I'm used to it.
I don't know why the "Moon Goddess" is this cruel to me.
I sat at my desk and continued working on the game I've been building since I was eighteen years old.