JAMES's pov

　　"Ah! Fuck!" I moan as I thrust my cock inside Julie's pussy, her plump ass cheeks bouncing with each slam. I slap her right cheek, and keep moving my hips against her. But there's no response from her, not even a moan.

　　"Come on, baby. Show me how much you like my cock. Show me how it makes you feel," I say while feeling her tight walls clench around my length. Fuck, it feels so good. I need this distraction to get my mind off from everything that has happened so far. I don't want to think about Emma, that bitch.

　　"What do you want me to say? I don't feel anything. My vibrator does a better job than you," Julie retorts, her words cutting against the good atmosphere like a knife. I stop moving as I realize what she said.

　　"What the fuck did you say?!" I pull out my shaft, and glare at her.

　　Julie flips around, showing me her big tits and looks at me with a judgmental gaze, "Its no fun with you. Is this your first time or are you just this terrible at fucking?" she sneers, and my jaw clenches.

　　"You better watch that mouth, you slut! You are the one who wanted this," I spat, and pull on my pants. I met her in the club, and she approached me, showing off her cleavage and butt. Her hands were roaming all over my body and she told me that we should totally hang out and have some fun.

　　The corner of her plump lips curls up, "It was a dare."

　　I frown, "A dare?"

　　She tilts her head, "Yeah. We saw you at the club, and my friends dared me to have sex with the criminal's big brother."

　　"What?!" I stare at her in shock.

　　"Why are you so surprised? Isn't it true that you are Emma's big bro? Everybody is talking about you," she leans towards me, and hooks her finger on the waistband of my boxers, "I wanted to see if the criminal's dick is criminally good or not."

　　I scowl, "I am not a criminal."

　　"But you are sister is. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Who knows what kinds of crimes you and Beta Smith has committed in the pack? Not that I am complaining. I like criminals." She bites her lower lip seductively.

　　"What the fuck are you talking about?! Have you lost it?" I spat, feeling her words prick my flesh.

　　She raises a brow, "Ha! You are one to talk. Don't act like you are innocent. Say, did you help Emma plot the death of the Alpha's daughter?" she asks, and I growl.

　　"Get out!" I take her clothes from the floor, and throw them at her.

　　She scoffs, "Whatever. You were a waste of time anyway." She wears her short dress, and grabbing her heels she struts out of my room. Fucking whore!

　　I run my hand through my hair, and kick the table beside me in rage. I did not even cum. Having no choice, I turn on a porn video and jerk off to it. I unload my seed in the bathroom, and then take a shower. While the water rinses off Julie's scent from my body, I think about Emma. This is all her fault!

　　"Fuck you!" I shout, and punch the bathroom wall. She ruined everything, including my reputation.

　　I used to be the heartthrob in my college. Every girl wanted to sleep with me, and turned wet on my good sparring abilities. I was the top warrior in our squad, kicking every other weak warrior's ass. Those pussies did not match up to me in any regards. That's why I was highly respected among my peers.

　　But now everyone avoids me like a plague. Whenever I walk into the college campus, the students and professors throw weird glances at me. My seat and my locker is ruined with writings like Criminal's sister, Betrayer, and what not. Its like I am the one who killed Ava.

　　Walking out of the shower, I dial my friend Max's number. He picks up the call after quite a while. "Hey bro, what's up?"

　　"You free? Lets hang out at Heathers. I don't like staying inside the house," I put the phone on loud speaker and get changed.

　　"Uh, I am actually taking my Spanish classes. So how about later?" I hear the hesitation in his voice.

　　"Sure. Laters, then." I hang up the call, and slide inside my car. I drive to Max's house.

　　I park my car on the sleek cobblestone driveway, trimmed hedges lining it. There's a manicured lawn that stretches out in front, dotted with strategically placed shrubs and trees.

　　Max is also a reputed warrior, and rich. His abode is a sleek, modern mansion that's the envy of the rich neighborhood. It's got clean lines, sharp angles, and walls of floor-to-ceiling windows that catch the sunlight just right. The exterior is all about that minimalist vibe, with a mix of concrete, steel, and glass giving it a look that's straight out of an architecture magazine.

　　Instead of ringing the doorbell, I walk towards the poolside and find him through the glass doors, sitting with a group of his friends. Those are my friends too. We all are in the same gang. But Max intentionally did not invite me. I knew he was lying so I had to check. I hide behind the wall, and eavesdrop on their conversation.

　　"Glad that you told James you're busy," Sophie chirps as she holds a can of beer in her hand.

　　Max shrugs, "Got no other choice. He's bad news. If I hang out with him, everyone in pack training will stop talking to me."

　　"True. I never thought Emma can be a murderer," Brandon comments, "She was cute and hot. Kind of freaky, but I didn't know she was actually a freak."

　　"Maybe James is a freak too. They are siblings after all," Max replies, and they all start laughing.

　　I curl my fist, feeling rage consume me. Even my own friends betrayed me. All because of Emma!

　　Not being able to take it anymore, I drive back to my home. But when I walk inside, I find Michael sitting in the living room. The atmosphere looks tense.

　　"Hey, Michael, what's up?" I ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

　　He whirls his head at me, and his eyes swirl with rage. "Shut the fuck up, you dick!" He growls, and turns to dad who looks down on the floor as if ashamed.

　　I frown, "What happened?"

　　"Emma happened, James. Your little sister was found with the Alpha of Night Howlers pack," Michael retorts and slams the dining table with his curled fist.

　　My brows shoot up. The Night Howlers. I hate those fuckers.

　　"Y-you sure about that? It can be a mistake. Emma would never—-"

　　"I saw her with him!" Michael roars, "She refused to return with me straight on my face and shamelessly walked away with that alphahole. How dare she do that?!"

　　"I—-" I have no words. Emma seriously went that far? Its hard to believe but considering the recent events, she seems to be capable of a lot of things.

　　"It gives more of a reason to believe that she's the killer of my sister. I am not going to sit still and watch that bitch roam around without any punishment." Michael throws a look at Dad who does not speak a word, and then marches out of the house.

　　Once he's gone, I sink into the chair, "Fuck! She messed it all up, dad."

　　Dad scoffs, and rubs his face with his hands, "I am tired of this. I raised her, gave her everything she wanted and this is how she repays me." Sadness falls on his face.

　　My jaw clenches, "Don't feel guilty, dad. This is not your fault. She brought shame to our family and she must pay for it." I mutter while staring at the window. Emma is going to pay for this. I'll drag her ass back from that pack, and put her on trial. I don't care if she lives or dies, she needs to be punished for what she did to us.