The Female Sigma - Book One

Chapter 4 - Do what you do best

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Do what you do best

Following my apologies to James, I walked downstairs to the gym to exercise because it is the only thing I can do without being disturbed. Fortunately, the gym was deserted when I arrived, and I quickly worked up a sweat on the treadmill.

I was interrupted by my brother, Tyler, after three hours of continuous jogging and weightlifting. He greeted me with, "Hey loser," as he tossed me a face towel. "What happened to you? Did you get dumped or something? Since Skye, you haven't been in here."

I said, rolling my eyes, "I'm free to come in as often as I want, whenever I want. I was kicked out of school the day before yesterday, and I have nothing to do here." At the conclusion, I sarcastically added, "Happy now?"

As he ran his hands over his jet black hair, he laughed. Despite being biological siblings, Tyler and I had nothing in common. I, on the other hand, had black hair and blue eyes, whereas he had jet black hair and deep red brown eyes. It was obvious even without glancing at the family portrait that I inherited genes from my mother and only my mother, but Tyler was fortunate enough to have inherited traits from both of our parents.

"That's something father told me. Summer, that's not what I meant "As he stepped closer to the bench across from me, he said. "Why are you here venting your frustrations on gym equipment you haven't used in three years?"

That voice, that's his voice. It's impossible for me to resist that voice when he uses it. It encourages me to talk about anything.

"Okay, I'm not looking for a stupid mate! They want me to have a mate, but I don't want to be like you and be stuck in this ridiculous pack with all these other idiots doing foolish things. It's ridiculous! ", I finally exclaimed, letting everything out.

"Yeah it seems pretty silly huh?" he replied with a quiet chuckle. His chuckle was low and dry, and I knew deep down that my remarks had influenced him in some way. I almost immediately regretted calling him foolish and scolding him for being in a pack when he returned my gaze. Is it possible that the normally calm softness in his gaze has been replaced by wrath, irritation, and worry? "Summer, I've given you a lot of chances to get over it. I have, and she was my mate, for crying out loud!"

His voice made me wince, but it was what he said that made me want to return to the punching bag and vent my rage once more.

Before I could respond, our parents rushed down the stairs, looking for us as if we were in danger. When they saw Tyler and I glaring at each other, all of it vanished. Looking at him right now, I could tell he was about to cry. I would've been too if it hadn't been for all of the practice in holding them back during the previous three years.

"Summer, please get over it," he pleaded softly this time because our parents were in the room, and we both knew dad wouldn't appreciate his tone. This seemed to irritate dad, as he and mom both took steps closer to us.

"Tyler, you need to give her some space. She has the right to mourn son," Dad gently reminded him in the hopes of dousing the fire.

Tyler, on the other hand, used this chance to fan the flames even more. "No, father. It's been three years now. I didn't have time to mourn Skye since I assumed all of her responsibilities so she could sit around and cry "He grumbled, his fists clenched.

My heart bled as he continued to vent his frustrations without acknowledging me, but to be honest, I didn't deserve to be acknowledged after all the misery I had caused him. I was selfishly putting myself and my feelings first the entire time, with little regard for people around me.

While I was busy feeling angry, hurt, and guilty, he was feeling twice as bad, and he didn't have the option of packing up and neglecting his duties in the pack because there would be no one else to take over, so he had to suck it up and carry on while I sat at home pretending to be a normal human mourning her bestfriend's death.

I knew I was to blame - for how he was feeling and for her not being here today - but I couldn't be here in this room and listen to how much agony I had caused everyone else. I simply lacked the necessary strength. So I did what I always do when I'm in a tough situation: I did what I do best.

I ran.