Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Hardin's POV

I knew that I had a temper. Hell if anyone wanted to describe Hardin Morales in one word, it would be anger. Rage.

Perhaps it was because I was the son to an Alpha and would be one myself. It was easy to explain the burning rage that I felt beneath my skin everyday as it pushed me to shift into my wolf form but I knew that many things made me upset also because I was highly irritable. And among the things that topped the list of people and situations that made my blood boil, Jasmine topped the list and I could not even explain why.

Sure I hated her and everything that she stood for because of her mother's marriage to my father to the point that I had involved my aunt, Lisa which I still didn't know if it was a good idea, considering that it gave my dad more reason to side with his new family and place me as the villain in his fairytale.

But the rage that had clouded my vision when Alex had taken a picture of her in that skimpy little dress sitting beside Brent who couldn't take his eyes off her tits had made it almost difficult for me to drive safely to that house and drag her out.

And then she had told me to get the hell out, wanting to stay back and probably take Brent on whatever offer he had for her, the little slut.

As I watched her sleep now on the bed in the cabin, sitting on the chair across from her, I hated to admit that Alex had been right with his 'looking gorgeous' caption that he had sent along with the picture and it made me more upset.

Her long ebony hair was a mess behind her and her lashes fluttered on her cheeks, her mouth pursed in a little cute pout as if she was dreaming about something that she did not agree with.

I hoped she was dreaming about me and I was giving her hell there too.

But what brought me immense satisfaction was knowing that she hadn't ended up in Brent's bed last night. She had ended up in mine, even though she had behaved like she would rather be shot to death by firing squad than have anything to do with me.

This little cabin used to be my parent's honeymoon pad, where they would get away for a bit but not too far because the pack and I needed them.

After my mum died, my father wanted to demolish it and I had insisted on becoming the owner. It was torture to enter here everyday and remember all of the times that she had brought me along. All of her clothes were still here and her scent was deeply ingrained here.

I understood that it was probably torturing to still keep all of her things as they were but I was terrified that I would forget what she smelled like. What it felt like to have a mother.

And why I had to hate Jasmine and her mother, for getting the happily ever after that she never got.

As if she could hear her name in my thoughts, Jasmine whimpered and that was when I smelled it.

Blood.

My eyes widened in surprise and I rushed to the bed as I wondered where she was injured and how.

"Wake up Jasmine" I growled and her eyes flew open, those large green eyes looking unfocused for a couple of minutes before she finally settled them on me.

"You're bleeding. What is going on?" I asked and she looked at me, biting her lip nervously as she dragged the duvet to cover her body.

"I've seen it all already. There's no need to act so shy now. Except you've forgotten how you were arching your back and screaming for more like a little vixen." I snapped and when her eyes watered, a part of me felt guilty but I shoved the feeling aside.

"My dress. Can I get my dress?" She whispered and when I looked around for the piece of clothing, I saw it laying in pieces on the floor from where I had ripped it off her body.

Her eyes followed my line of sight and she gasped.

"I'll get you something else. But answer me. You're going to be bleeding all over the bed at this rate and while I don't care what happens to you, I don't want you to die on my watch."

Her face hardened and she rose from the bed, holding the duvet to her chest and looked at the blood stained bed before looking back at me.

"Guess why I'm bleeding or where I'm bleeding from, Hardin." She whispered and my face paled as I looked at the bed and then at her before my eyes went back to the bed.

It was impossible, wasn't it?

She couldn't be a virgin, could she?

She must have seen where my thoughts had gone because tears trickled down her cheeks as she gave me a fake smile.