<h4>Chapter 439: 439-I Chose Me</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    Leysa was tired in chains. It seemed like she had been here for a while.


    I remembered getting the news when my parents told me they were going to get Leysa mated to my brother, and it shook the world from under my feet because it made no sense.


    My brother did not understand the concept of mates, so I knew for a fact my parents had brought her here for some n they had concocted.


    "Yorick, you’re Clementine’s friend. Please help me," Leysa pleaded again in her broken voice.


    Her eyes were swollen, as if she had not spent a single day without crying. I looked at her for a few seconds before turning to my mother.


    "What is this?" I demanded, pointing toward Leysa.


    "Before you judge us, it is for your brother’s safety," my mother replied. "Do you not remember what Ian’s grandfather told us? How to fix that specific kind of monster your brother is?"


    My mother rushed forward and grabbed my hands, holding them together while looking at me with pleading eyes.


    "I don’t understand what is going on."


    "Yorick, please save me. I don’t want to be here. They have been keeping me here for a while," Leysa begged.


    While my mother tried to keep my attention, Leysa cried and asked for help.


    "Don’t listen to that slut," my mother snapped. "Remember, she is Clementine’s sister. Not just any sister, but the one who used to torture her."


    Her words made me turn back to Leysa, who shook her head more aggressively.


    "Please don’t listen to her. Please help me," Leysa cried, sniffling hard.


    "How is she going to help him?" I hissed at my mother, scolding her for using Leysa for my brother’s sake.


    "I’ll tell you everything, okay? Just calm down and don’t judge or hate us for it," my mother insisted.


    Leysa began to crawl toward me, but the shackles only allowed her to move so far.


    "Yorick, please hear me out," she urged, tears running down her face as her hands met in front of her body.


    My mother tightened her grip on my hand and red at Leysa, as if making it clear that no matter how much she cried, I would listen to her instead.


    Now they were both staring at me, waiting for me to choose.


    "Do you not want to know how I can find Clementine for you?" my mother asked.


    She knew the exact words to say to pull my attention away. I turned to her, then looked back at Leysa. At that point, Leysa seemed to realize she had lost, and she broke down again.


    "Let’s go. I need to shower and eat something," I told my mother casually.


    The concern I had shown for Leysa was gone. I had silently tolerated everyone’s nonsense.


    I had waited for Clementine to pay attention to me, but none of it worked.


    She would rather be with someone like Ian, whose brother had marked her and treated her poorly, than pay attention to me. I realized now that people do not like good people.


    I left Leysa there and went to rest in my room. It had been so long since I had lived a normal life, so I was trying to get used to it again.


    For the next two days, I stayed with my parents. I remembered the humiliation. It had dug deeper into me, but I was also searching for any information I could find about Clementine hiding in some pack with Ian.


    I had found the location of the headmaster’s castle, but I did not think it would be of much use. He had castles almost everywhere, and one was right next to the academy.


    "Did you speak with your brother?" my mother asked as she came in and sat in my room, watching me scroll through myptop. "And what are you searching all the time? Do you think you will find her on thatptop?" she added, rolling her eyes, though she clearly knew who I was looking for.


    "She must be somewhere. They must have started off in some kind of pack, maybe one that is not very well known," I muttered, staring at the screen.


    "We can talk about herter. Right now, I want you to go and see your brother," my mother told me. "Remember, you wanted to know why Leysa was here."


    I took a deep breath.


    "Come on,e with me," she urged, cing her hand on top of theptop and shutting it down.


    I stepped out of the room with her. Life had been very different for my brother and me.


    We grew up in a household full of secrets, endless corridors, and too many visitors, most of them connected to my parents.


    The truth was hard for me to swallow. My brother had turned into a monster because of my parents. That guilt had been weighing on them, pushing them to make reckless mistakes.


    As I reached my brother’s room, which was right beside mine, a sense of dread hit me at once. I knew this would happen. It always did.


    The scuffling and growling through the walls often kept me awake at night. I usually avoided his room.


    Even when I was alpha, it was not easy to see my brother as a monster. But now that I had seen many monsters, I was here to finally face him.


    My mother opened the door, and the scent of fresh jasmine filled the air. I could tell she always cleaned his room and took good care of him.


    He sat in the corner, hidden in the dark, shaking with his knees pulled to his chest.


    He hadrge fingers, and although he should have been only two years older than me, he looked much older, like a frail old man.


    "Charles is ready to return to his normal self. All we needed to do was this one sacrifice," my mother whispered, gently cing a hand on my shoulder.


    "If we do not, he will grow older and die, and we do not want that, do we?" she murmured.


    I turned to look at her. Tears filled her eyes.


    "No, we don’t," I replied, not caring about Leysa anyway.