Chapter 6 — Drama Queen

• On the far wall, a set of mounted wolf masks caught my eye, their sharp eyes glittering as if they were watching.
• It was beautiful, but there was an edge to it, like the polished surfaces were hiding something untamed just beneath.
• My brothers got their own rooms and my little sister and I got one for ourselves.
• While my parents took the biggest room in the mansion, which was the primary bedroom.
• After a year, we all got comfortable and got along with our lives. I got up in my black pajamas, my hair packed up in a ponytail, about to go brush my teeth, when I saw Bane walking into my room as he slammed my door open, in his gray baggy pants, black singlet on his muscular torso.
• His black, curly short hair, pointed nose and faded pink lips look good on him, including his piercings in his ears and nose. He has sharp features and a perfect jawline. Bane was as tall as a tree, basically six feet tall.
• “Braila,” he called.
• I sighed tiredly. “Told you to knock countless times when you are entering my room.” I reminded him. And as usual, he isn't putting on slippers. They always don't like wearing slippers except for Ren and that bastard.
• Right.
• “Ha. Seriously.” He hissed. “Is that how you greet your elder brother early in the morning?” He shoved his hands inside his pockets.
• “It’s just 11 in the morning. It’s not early. Elder brother, my foot. I’m 18 years old and you are just 3 years older than me.”
• “That still makes me your elder brother.” He argued.
• “No, the older one.” I randomly responded. “Slade is the firstborn in the family. Then, Ren, Gifford, Grayson, you, Grimm and Damon. So, you are not an elder brother.”
• He rolls his eyes at me. “What’s the difference, anyway? I’m still older.” I let out a defeated sigh. I’m not feeling like arguing with him.
• Grimm and Bane are both 21 years old. The twins are alpha. They may have similar appearances, yet they have quite distinct personalities. My younger sister, Stella, is three years old. I’m the same age as Damon. Ren is twenty-five and Slade is twenty-seven. Grayson and Gifford are 22 and 23 years old, respectively. They are all alphas except for Grayson. Grayson is a beta.
• Damon runs into my room with a panicked look on his face. “Heeeeey.” He yelled at us. “Guys.”
• Bane jerked in fright. “What!!! Why the fuck are you yelling, man? You shitty scared me back there.” He fired back. “Is the house on fire?”
• “Oh shit! You can not believe what just happened?” He exclaimed.
• Damon's light pink hair cascading past his shoulders, slightly curly and rough in texture. A lovely bang frames his forehead, adding to his ethereal charm. His snow-white skin contrasts with his ancient blue eyes, which hold a deep, almost haunting intensity. His face bears a unique feature—deep three-claw scars on either side of his mouth.
• He wears a rainbow-colored, oversized jacket and matching baggy trousers. Long golden earrings dangle from his ears, complementing his multiple facial piercings—adorning his brows, nose, and lips. Despite his lean yet strong build, his presence is commanding and unserious. He is entertaining, but there was always something somber about his looks. I often wondered how he got those scars. I asked him once, but he just brushed it off and never gave me an answer.
• “What the fuck happened? Why ya yell like that? Talk normal, man.”
• The thing with Damon is, he panics over something unreasonable. He could shout about the house caught on fire, but when you come close to the scene, you will get so disappointed to see a little piece of paper on fire on the floor. He is a joke. And those are my reasons on why I don’t take him seriously. Who listens to an alpha on rainbow clothes?
• “Did you remove the turkey from the freezer?” He looked at each of us, waiting for an answer.
• “What turkey?” I asked, knowing my mother never told me to remove the turkey from the freezer. She mentioned about us having it for lunch but I didn’t know she told one of us to take it out of the freezer.
• It is barely an hour before lunchtime, though. She usually comes back by this time from the ritual with the clan for mates.
• Bane raised his brows. “What are you talking about?”
• “Mom just texted me, saying she’s gonna be home soon.”
• “And?” Bane demanded.
• “She told one of us to remove the turkey from the freezer since that’s what we are having for lunch.”
• “How’s that my concern?” Bane deepened his brows and folded his arms over his chest.
• “I’m serious, Bane.” He looked in my direction. “Didn’t mom tell you to remove the turkey from the freezer?”
• “She didn’t tell me anything.” I shrugged my shoulders. “She must have told you guys to take it off, not me.” I responded.
• “Shit! We are fucking absolutely fucked.” He shouted and ran out of my room. Bane and I looked at each other and ran up to him.
• Damon is such a drama queen.
• Damon barged into Grayson’s room along with us. He was busy chatting with some girls online on his bed. I could see his stupid smile on his face.
• “What’s going on?” He glanced at us. “Why are y’all here? Has the pack gotten invaded by the rogues?”
• Bane raised his right brow. “Seriously?”
• Yeah, seriously. That's what he thought about when he saw us.
• Damon got straight to the point. “Did you remove the turkey from the freezer?”
• “What turkey?” His brows squeezed.
• “Mom said one of us should take the turkey off the freezer for it to melt,” Damon narrated.
• “How’s that my business? She told you to take it out, not me. Besides, I don’t actually love eating turkey.”
• “That’s not the point here. No one cares.” Damon raised both hands in worry. “She pointed at you to take it off.” And pointed his index right finger at him.
• “She called out your name.” He remarked. “She pointed at me, but she called out your name.” Grayson defended.
• “What’s the difference, anyway? You could have just simply removed the turkey from the freezer.”
• “Hey, don’t put this on me. She told you to do it.”
• “She told you to do it.” He yelled. “Stop behaving like some jellyfish and get out of my room.”
• “Fucked if mom comes back and the turkey isn’t out of the freezer. She’s gonna report us to Dad, and he’s gonna whoop our asses.”
• Grayson sighed and stood up from the bed. “Not my ass,” He murmured. “Let’s go check it out. The turkey will melt in a minute. Trust me on that.”
• “Trust you? What do you know?” Damon reacted. “Damn.” He mumbles. “I should have removed it when she woke all of us this morning.”
• “Chill, man.” Grayson closed up his laptop on his bed and followed us. “This is why I suggested we get a maid.” He mumbled.