I felt a twinge of jealousy, mixed with sadness. I had once been the only recipient of Gavin's protection and care, but now it seemed he had transferred those feelings to Lylah.
As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of Gavin and Lylah walking together, their heads bent in conversation. They looked like a couple, a partnership forged in grief and strengthened by shared responsibility.
I sighed, feeling like an outsider looking in. I had once been part of their inner circle, but now I was just a ghost from their past, a reminder of a time they would rather forget.
But then, I noticed something…different. Gavin’s steps were not straight and confident as usual. Something was wrong. I approached Gavin, my heart racing with concern. "Gavin, brother, are you okay? You look pale," I said, reaching out to touch his arm.
But before I could even make contact, Gavin's expression twisted in rage. He grabbed my wrist, his fingers closing around it like a vice.
"Don't call me that," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "I only have one sister, and that's Lylah. You need to learn to respect me as your Alpha, Akira. Not as your brother."