Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 1

ISADORE ¤ POV

-PAST -

Maverick pulled me into his lap with a laugh that rang loudly against my ear. I didn't understand why he was laughing, unable to see the humour in what our youngest brother was doing, in fact, I was holding back a distraught flood of tears. But, I sat obediently in my older brother's lap and lowered my head with a sniffle. He squeezed my waist and I leant back against him.

"Cheer up, Isadore, Tarlo will give it back soon, he always does. You're a good boy for sharing," Maverick hummed, patting my thigh. I watched disheartened as Tarlo dragged my favourite teddy through a puddle of mud. It was the teddy Nana sent from England. Tarlo and Maverick had also received their own toys but for some reason, Tarlo was always after mine.

"He never asked, he just took it and look, it's getting ruined," I sniffled, wiping my eyes, feeling angry and hurt by my little brother's actions. Maverick never told him to stop. Neither did mom and dad. No, he got away with it because he was the youngest and an omega. It was no secret that Tarlo was their favourite child.

"Tarlo stop!" I huffed, wiggling out of Maverick's embrace. I stomped over to my little brother and held out my hand. "Give it back now, you're going to ruin it!"

Tarlo was five and everyone thought that he was innocent, but he was a massive meanie. He was really cute when he was a baby, but then, he started behaving bratty, especially towards me. It was common to fight with younger siblings, at least that's what my teacher had told me. But Tarlo was a bully. He stole my teddies, he always stuck his tongue out at me and he even hit me sometimes! But when I did the same things in return, I got shouted out! It wasn't fair!

Tarlo looked up and grinned, then he dunked teddy's head under the dirty water. I gasped, my heartbeat spiking at the deliberate act. Frustration made me stomp my foot and I began to yell, my anger getting the best of me. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE! THE WORST BROTHER EVER!"

Somebody grabbed my ear and twisted and I let out a pain filled shriek, whirling around to find my father standing over me with one raised eyebrow and his signature 'you're in trouble' glare on his face. I burst into tears and he let go of my ear, taking my hand and dragging me inside the house. We passed my mother who shook her head at me with a sympathetic smile. I simply stared at the floor, my vision blurred.

When we reached the bedroom I shared with Tarlo, father sat me on my single bed and crouched in front of me. I avoided his eyes, letting my hair fall in my face so I didn't have to see the disappointment on his own. But he simply tucked the long strands behind my ears and tilted my chin up. "What you screamed at your brother, that wasn't nice was it?"

"H-He wouldn't give my teddy back and-"

"That's not what I asked. You're eight now, Isadore, you've got to stop with this. Tarlo is five, most importantly, he's your little brother. He's not perfect, but neither were you at that age. God, the amount of times Maverick cried because you annoyed him about something or another. That's just the way things are. But you need to understand that as the elder brother, as an alpha, you have to have patience and you need to get your anger under control."

I swallowed thickly, sniffling to stop my runny nose from dripping. He kept saying this and I didn't understand why I wasn't allowed to be angry when Tarlo did something to upset me. It was confusing. Plus, I couldn't control the way I felt. I couldn't tell my anger to simply go away. I just stared at my father. Everyone said that I was just a little copy of him. We had the same light brown skin, the same dark brown, chestnut coloured hair, although father always braided his. He was tall and broad, also an alpha like me and Maverick. Tarlo was an omega like mom.