Alpha's Lost Luna Returns With His Twins-Chapter 180-The Dangerous Uncle

Iris:

"Hello, sister," my brother remarked, stepping into the room with a smirk.

Immediately, alarms rang in my head. I noticed blood on his clothes, and he noticed me staring at it. Fear crept through my veins, and I stepped away from him. I remembered the last time he had come unannounced. It ended in disaster.

"Come on, do not look so scared of me," he taunted. "Are you not going to welcome your brother home?"

He suddenly stopped, then opened his arms toward me. When I did not move to hug him, he threw his head back and paused, as if thinking deeply.

"Oh, I remember," he said. "Is it because of Robin?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly to deepen his gaze. "I am so sorry. It was just a mistake," he added dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest.

"You killed him, brother," I whispered, my voice shaking as memories flooded back.

Flashback

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked Robin, smiling, though fear sat heavy inside me. He should not have been there, especially not at that hour.

My mother had told me Wilson had been restless all day. Something was wrong with him. He had suffered pain for years, but lately, it had turned into aggression.

"I was supposed to take these mangoes to the royal kitchen," Robin replied softly. "I took some there and brought some for you. I know you love them." He handed me a basket filled with fresh mangoes.

I smiled at the sight and quickly took it from his hands. I could have had as many mangoes as I wanted, but it always came at a cost. My mother would make me spend time with my brother, who terrified me. He would speak about hurting innocent people, and I would panic. My mother believed I needed to stop judging him, so she pushed me to sit and listen to his words.Because of that, I had stopped asking for anything. Nothing was worth enduring what I went through every time my mother granted a wish. In that sense, the basket of mangoes felt like a test of my patience.

"And I wanted to tell you something," Robin added, rubbing his forehead with a nervous smile. "I mean, confess something."

I widened my eyes and waited. I already knew what he wanted to say. He was going to tell me he liked me. I liked him too. We were young, very young, but still. We had known each other for a long time, and the idea of growing older with someone like him beside me felt comforting.

Robin had just opened his mouth, and I had lowered my gaze shyly, when I heard him gasp. The sound made me look up at once. His face had lost all color. His eyes were wide, tears streaming down his cheeks, his mouth parted as if words were trapped in his throat.

"Robin, what happened?" I asked urgently. "Are you okay?"

Before I could move closer or ask anything else, he dropped to his knees. Blood spilled from his chest.

Behind him stood my brother. He looked unhinged, his lycan form rising but not fully taking over, which made him even more terrifying. In his hand was Robin’s heart, torn free and clenched tightly, a grin spread across his face.

"What did you do?" I screamed.

He lunged at me, gripping my head from behind and forcing the torn heart against my mouth.

End Of Flashback

"That was when I was crazy," my brother excused himself, wearing a mocking smile with fake guilt written all over his face.

From that day onward, life turned worse for me, if it had not already been that way.

My mother grew heavily protective of my brother, forcing everyone never to call him a monster, even when he was one.

He would scream and attack anyone he wanted.

My mother would even present him with innocent people so he could release his anger on them.

She kept count of the bodies he left behind.

She knew how many he killed in a day before he calmed down, so she made sure there were enough people ready.

That went on for some time before it escalated, and no amount of killing was enough for him. He wanted more.

He had tasted blood, and he had forced me to taste the heart before I spat it out and ran.

He chased me through the entire mansion while I cried and called for the warriors, for the fighters to help me. Eventually, my father arrived.

He secured me, but told me I needed to calm down, reminding me that he was my brother.

My mother’s reaction was different. She slapped me several times in private for calling my brother a monster.

She said he was just sick, and that you feel sympathy for sick people, not call them monsters.

She was wrong. She was the one shaping him into a monster.

Maybe he was sick, but that did not mean the people who died meant nothing.

"How are you up?" I asked him as my back hit the closet door.

"Well, Mother woke me up, but I am sad you did not," he replied. "Mother told me you were the one who got me the cure. I do not hate you anymore," he added in a hollow tone, as if he did not believe his own words. His jaw tightened.

"Whose blood is that?" I asked, pointing at his shirt.

He glanced down as he stepped closer. One hand pressed against the closet door beside my head, the other resting on his waist.

"This?" he remarked lightly. "When I woke up, I attacked a few people, but then I got the cure. I am fine now."

He raised both hands at once, signaling that he would not hurt anyone again.

"By the way, when I was arriving at your room, guess what I saw?" he asked, snapping his fingers, as if inviting me into some gossip.

"What?" I replied, fear tightening in my chest, already sensing the news would not be good.

"I am an uncle."

The moment he said those words, I slammed my hand against his chest, pushed him away, and bolted out of the room.

"Come on, sister, do not be so rude," I heard him call after me, but I was already hurrying toward my children’s room.

The moment I stepped inside, disaster struck. My children were not in their beds.