Tasting All My Mates

257- The Hybrid Ruined Me Maynard's POV: After that night, they treated me like a scumbag. I haven’t done anything yet. They accused me of many things.

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be a favorite son.

What can I possibly do to become my mother's favorite child? Dad was barely around.

Things were good between him and Mom, but it was almost as if Mom was the one doing the most in the relationship.

She even promised her dad she would prepare Geralt as the best Alpha ever.

She never talked about me.

My dad once mentioned he would have to send me away for training, but the idea was dropped immediately when he noticed how weak and timid I was.

Mom told Dad to not send me anywhere.

She expressed her fear of others bullying me for being too weak to be an Alpha.

"Don't come out of your room," Mom warned me before she walked out of the room to have dinner with Olivia and Geralt.

The three were always hanging out and having fun.

It was just a bit hard for me to understand how a mother could completely ignore her other son.

That night, when they went to bed, I sneaked out of my room to grab something quick to eat.

Mom has starved me the whole day because she only wanted to feed me whenever Geralt was supposed to drink my blood.

of monster my brother was,

than I was, or a normal

of learned a few things about

mother had ordered

could only point to one thing: my brother was a hybrid

all the thoughts of grabbing something

the distance made me wary

were weapons

in the basement? "What is going on?” It scared me to go look into the basement, but

up and check up on whoever was screaming

I was near the staircase, I could easily tell it was Olivia’s

steps receded once I recalled how manipulative she could

all up to lure me to the basement?” ||

I couldn't help but take the stairs to check

couldn't allow me

to reach the basement, I found a sight so horrifying that my body

her while she was fighting him

lot of missing pieces in

heck were they in the basement, and why was there a bag full of weapons? “Maynard! Help me,” it was then

around to look at me and then

going

word in edgewise, but

bitch was stealing weapons from

one who tried to hit

damn cameras