Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Hardin's POV

Slamming the bathroom door shut as I fled from Jasmine was probably the wake up call that I needed to remind myself that I was falling into madness.

That I was probably losing my mind at this point and that it was only a matter of time before I sold my soul to the devil.

Because what had just happened between Jasmine and I was not fucking.

I fucked girls. So many of them. I made them feel good but never ever did I go out of my way to make them feel great or anything and it wasn't because I was not capable of it, but I didn't see the need to make them want to cling to me after it was said and done.

I didn't want to look into their eyes and see if they loved how I made them feel. I was not slow, soft or gentle. I was simply not what I had been with Jasmine minutes ago.

The worst part was that I had forgotten to use a condom even when I was not in a hurry.

And I had almost allowed myself to be carried away by the fact that I enjoyed what had happened.

I didn't dare call what I had done making love.

Or think about the fact that I had been ready to ignore that I was taking a risk by sleeping with my step sister without protection.

What would have happened if I had given in to the primal urge to fill her with my seed?

Jasmine was supposed to be the enemy. She was supposed to be the person I was most wary of.

My father adored her because she got good grades in school, was gentle and sweet and I was sure the fact that she was incredibly pretty like her mother was also an added fact.

It didn't even seem like he was bothered that his daughter was unable to shift into her wolf form, a situation that would have automatically called for ostracizing and yet he seemed to dote on her and treat her like an egg.

I was supposed to remember all of this and make sure that she didn't receive any kindness from me, especially because my father seemed to only look at me with disappointment.

Fighting the urge to stroke my cock in the shower was almost as impossible as getting thoughts of her out of my head and with a frustrated groan, I let myself cum thinking about her face as I beat my cock hard, hating how much power she suddenly had over me even though she didn't know it.

As I stepped out of the bathroom in a robe and headed to close the doors that led to my balcony, I saw some strange movement in the woods and I stepped out onto the balcony, narrowing my eyes further as I waited to see two people come into view.

It was the second figure that approached the hooded figure that had made me stop because I recognized that gait, that hair and that cloak.

It was Lisa, my aunt. I could not see the second person but I was sure that it was a man.

They stood there talking for several minutes and even though I could hear what their conversation was about, thanks to super hearing, nothing made any sense to me.

And then the man squeezed my aunt's hands or did he squeeze something inside? They were too far away, too shrouded in darkness for me to see what was going on.

But it made me suspicious as hell of my aunt.

I didn't know when everything changed from me supporting her in all of her antics since she came, especially because she never failed to remind me that it was all for me.

That she was doing everything that she did to Jasmine and her mother to protect me and my place as the only child of Russo Morales.

I wondered when I stopped wholeheartedly believing her and started becoming suspicious of her instead but my gut feeling was not wrong and there was something I was missing. A big picture.

Perhaps what she was doing with this stranger was the missing puzzle and yet I could not make any sense of their conversation, neither did I trust my aunt to tell me the truth, if I decided to confront her.

The last thing that however clouded my thoughts all night long before I finally drifted to sleep was the fact that Jasmine was next door and the worry that I had somehow bitten more than I could chew when it came to her.

The first thing that potentially ruined the new day was when my father had sent a servant to call me to his study just a couple of minutes after dawn.

I knew from the little frown on his mouth, because I had that exact same frown when I was displeased with anything that I was about to get an earful from him and when he launched into how I had been lagging behind on pack duties, I knew that my day was off to a rough start.

He reminded me of all of the duties as his son, an Alpha's son, which he was right about me neglecting, seeing as I was rarely ever staying at home these days, hiding away at the cottage and licking my wounds like a sour beast.

After his speech, however, he asked me to join the pack of warriors that would be training for the day and he didn't need to add that he would be getting feedback from them about how I fared by the end of the day.

Swallowing a groan, I headed out with the pack of warriors and by the time I finally returned home, it was almost time for dinner.

As I walked into the house, my eyes locked with Jasmine's as she helped her mother arrange the dining table and she looked away immediately.

That was when I recalled how I had sent her out of my room last night and even though I was never going to explain to her why, it bothered me that she was ignoring me at this point.

"Hardin, son. Welcome, will you be joining us for dinner?"

"Mum, I'm sure he has things to do that..." Jasmine started but her voice died down when she saw that I nodded my head and her brows were raised in question, like she couldn't understand my motive for accepting to eat dinner.

I didn't understand why I had agreed either, I wanted to tell her but settled for a frown before I headed up the stairs to my bedroom to have my bath and come down.

Dinner was going to be without Lisa who I heard for the third day in a row had preferred to eat in her bedroom. Before I would have taken offense to that on her behalf but this time, I wondered if it was perhaps a good thing since she seemed to only bring drama and chaos whenever she was around.

"So, Hardin, tell us about practice? How have they been? I mean for lacrosse" Jasmine's mother asked and when Jasmine's eyes moved to mine, they stayed there and I heard her pulse rise before she sharply looked away.

My eyes moved over the sharp curve of her collarbone that was exposed by her shirt and I remembered how I had kissed her there. And every other part of her body.

Answering Camila's question absentmindedly, I felt Jasmine flinch when our feet touched unintentionally under the table and I knew she felt it too. That ripe sexual tension.

Of course, she did. Given how her heart rate spiked at the contact even though it had been unintentional and she refused to look at me.

I, however, could not stop looking at her and I made a mental note to always have condoms because it seemed like I needed to fuck Jasmine out of my system and until then, I might as well give up on trying to not want her.

After dinner, my father decided to send me on an errand in town and as I was heading out, I heard Jasmine and two of the maids in the kitchen as they were clearing the dishes.

Standing covertly by the door, I watched as she tried to help them and they politely shooed her away, their smiles filled with adoration for her.

They never looked at me like that.

"So, what are we going to do about your birthday, it's only in a couple of days" one of the maids said and Jasmine shrugged with a shy smile.

"Nothing I guess. How did you guys hear about it?"

The second maid opened the fridge and handed her a bottle of water that she accepted with a soft smile.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? I'm sure the boss is going to throw a large party once he finds out and I am going to tell him. He adores you."

Leaving the kitchen without waiting for a response, I wondered if my aunt was really right.

Because it sure looked to me like Jasmine was the one enjoying the luxury that I was meant to enjoy without having to lift a finger.