Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Hardin

I was still shocked by what had happened in the school's cafeteria.

In all of my years as the King of All Martyrs High, I could not remember meeting anyone speak back to me with such audacity like that girl had, in the cafeteria today.

Who the hell was she to talk back to me?

Did she not know who I was?

No, of course she did. Everyone in All Martyrs High knew who I was. I was certain that my name made them tremble.

Coupled with the fact that I am the son of an Alpha.

It was almost impossible for anyone to not know who I was, except they were living under a rock.

How dare she?

She couldn't have been more than five feet four and even though she had curves that were alluring, with large green eyes that reminded me of the grass on a sunny day and an innocent face that looked like she was not capable of speaking, the bitch had such a loud mouth on her.

"Still thinking about the girl from school?" Alex asked as we headed home and I shook my head at first, angry that she still had the ability to possess my thoughts long after our ordeal in the cafeteria.

Well, she had insulted me and stood up to me in front of the entire school. So yes! It was something to think of.

No one ever did that. Not to me at least. No one could even breathe when I didn't tell them to.

If only she knew that the craziness she had displayed, in the name of standing out, had only put her under my radar. And I could swear that I was going to make her life a living hell.

"How had I never noticed her before? Well because she was a nobody." I scoffed inwardly.

Thinking deeply, I realized that I had seen her around. She only did not get my attention because she was a pauper.

Was she a part of the Morales pack? If she was, then it would be easy to find her and deal with her, both in and out of school.

She had no idea what she had just signed up for. But she would, soon. One thing that she would learn was that I never broke my promises or threats. And I had every intention of ruining her.

"Who is she?" I asked Alex and he smiled mischievously.

"I knew you would want to know about her. Jasmine Scott. She's in our class. She is brilliant though."

I rolled my eyes at his words.

"I really don't care about thar, and I think it's none of my fucking concern, Alex." I told him simply.

I had just one concern when it came to girls at school.Whether or not they would be able to suck my cock or spread their legs wide for me to sink my dick inside them and find relief.

The girls I didn't fuck, they were probably nothing to write home about or I didn't just know they existed.

Girls like Jasmine Scott fell into the latter category.

Well, now she had decided to not only make herself known but piss me off so much. It would be so wrong if I let her go scot-free with that razor-sharp mouth of hers.

She was going to pay, and I would take pleasure in doing everything possible to make her life a living hell.

Jasmine Scott had just offered to be my plaything for the rest of the school year without knowing. I smiled at the thought.

Though I was still cringing inwardly realizing that my cock was going to get into her worthless pussy.

"It seems like it will taste good anyway," I mumbled, then smirked.

She looked like her pussy was sweet and tame. I could already think of a couple of ways to show her that she had messed with the wrong person. She would definitely not forget the name Hardin Morales when I was done.

"What I want to know is, who are her friends? Where does she live?" What are her hobbies? Is she a member of the pack? What does she hate? Any boyfriend? These are the things I'd like to know, Alex." I took my face back to him, and waited for his reply.

He furrowed his brows slightly, then replied. "I'll do the homework and get back to you, Hardin."

Nodding, Alex waved me goodbye and I turned around and headed to the training camp to see my father, Russo Morales, Alpha of the Morales pack.

The relationship between my father and me was like oil and water. It had become worse over the past year and nothing I did ever seemed to be good enough for him.

If I ran ten miles, he would ask why I did not run a hundred. If I came second in any activity, he would remind me that being an Alpha did not tolerate any sign of weakness.

I had decided to give up on trying to live up to his expectations not long after my mother passed. And our relationship had gone downhill since then.