My mistake

Bright

Bright had always been the happy go lucky guy. He was the clown of his group and he was loved by all... all but his family. He was the shame of his family. His twin brother, Pick, was the pride.

He never hated his family. He just didn't understand their thought process. If something made him happy, he'd do it. Everyone else from his family thought about the consequences and the way society would view them. Then they almost always didn't do what they would have liked to do. Pick was not an exception. That was the main reason why everyone favored Pick over him. Pick got the best birthday gifts. Pick got the attention. Pick got what he wanted. Pick was the best. No one ever wondered where Bright was. No one searched for him when he skipped dinner. No one ever bothered about him to be honest. And in such a big family as theirs, you'd think that at least one person would ask him how his day was.

Bright never expected anything from his family. He had started doing part time jobs as soon as he became legal to get a job. His friends always took turns to let him crash at their apartments until he landed a job as a bartender and could earn enough money to get a small apartment. His so called family never noticed that he was missing from home. But Bright had an amazing group of friends and he had as many mothers as he had friends. He was spoiled by the mothers of the group. He was happy with life. He had nothing against his family. Pick would inherit all the property and Bright wouldn't even bat an eye. He expected nothing for himself.

But then one day, when he decided to meet his mother (who still hadn't noticed that Bright had moved out), Pick shocked the hell out of everybody. Pick announced that he had met his soulmate... a guy. A battle of words and emotional blackmail started. Bright so wanted to flee the situation quietly but suddenly he found himself being noticed. Suddenly, his relatives started to see Bright.

"Look at your brother", they said to Pick, "Learn from him to behave like a man."

For the first time, Bright was ashamed to be a part of this family. He had openly supported Pick and walked out while he still could. That night as he was mixing up a drink for a customer, another bartender called for him. Apparently, his mother had called him more than a hundred times. He told Bright to take a five minute break and fix whatever problem he had with his mother. Bright was shocked beyond his spirits when his mother asked him why he hadn't come for dinner. He hadn't had dinner with them since he was fourteen years old. That was almost six years back. Bright couldn't help the tear that danced away from his eyes when he told his mother that he had moved out of the house three years back. They shared five minutes of silence on the phone. Then he told her that he had to get back to work and hung up.

His shift ended at two in the morning. He was walking towards his apartment as he checked his mobile. His mother had sent him three texts. One was her asking why did he move out. The other two was her asking him to come home for a talk when his work gets over. He sighed as he realized that his mother didn't understand what he meant by work. They didn't know that he had taken six months training to become a bartender. They didn't know that he had dropped out of college and was planning on opening a club of his own.

Suddenly Bright was hit with a surge of anger. They didn't care about him. And now that Pick turned gay, they wanted to find a son in him. Bright refused to be their puppet and so he decided to make things clear with them. They were not his family. Family was his friends and their mothers.

Bright walked all the way to the house of his biological parents. And just as he was passing Pick's room to reach his mother's, he heard a scream of anguish. Then followed the sound of sobs. Someone was inside Pick's room and that someone was crying their eyes out. Out of his alpha instinct to protect, he opened the door to Pick's room and was amazed to see a beautiful boy sobbing as he laid on the bed. Bright's heart started beating faster and he found himself moving towards the boy.

"Hey", he called out to the boy. The boy opened his eyes and Bright almost got lost in the abyss of his brown orbs... almost. Because more than the beauty of the eyes, he noticed the pain that those eyes held. He saw the marks on the boy's body and on his neck. Bright cursed under his breath. Pick had claimed the boy and had left him! Freaking bastard!

The boy was an omega and omegas needed comfort and assurance from their alphas after the sacred act of marking. Where was Pick?

Bright pulled out his phone to call the prick when the boy spoke.
"He kissed her."

Bright froze. He knew that mates have a special connection after being marked. But to think that Pick would kiss a girl after marking his so called mate was disgusting.

Bright tried to soothe the boy but he was rapidly falling into subspace. If the boy was not retrieved, he would die.

Bright felt his heart hurting at the thought of any wrong happening to the boy. Being an alpha, Bright knew that he had found the one. But he couldn't understand how since this boy was the one for Pick too.