Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Hardin's POV

I knew that I had not turned in any assignment for History the minute Mr Mert announced the scores because with everything going on especially after that shitty game two days ago, the last thing on my mind was some lame assignment at school.

But lame might probably be a stupid word to use, considering that being captain of the team meant that I had to ensure that my grades were up, and by up, a lot higher than the way they were and doing assignments was necessary to achieving such a goal.

Which meant that whoever had somehow managed to turn in the assignment –and by whoever, I meant Jasmine, my step sister that I would rather have my fangs removed than claim publicly as part of my family, because with our eyes locked on each other and the way she looked away, unable to hide her emotions and ultimately giving away that she was the culprit– had just saved my ass.

But why? Why was she being nice to me all of a sudden?

Okay, maybe that was a bit far fetched because Jasmine was a generally kind person. I would know seeing as she was soft spoken to everyone in the entire school and probably the entire pack but me, and that was no one's fault but mine.

So why was she helping me, especially when Lorenzo was my rival for the position of team captain.

I would have thought that she would be pleased by the news that I was going to lose my position as captain of the lacrosse team and no less to the one person in the school who thought he could beat me just because he also had Alpha blood running through his veins.

The biro in my grasp snapped into two and ink poured over my palm, causing the girl who was sitting beside me and Jasmine who had been watching me to gasp in surprise.

Taking excuse from Mr Mert to go and wash off the ink was easy enough, especially with the murderous look of rage in my eyes and as I walked out of the classroom, I noted that those large green eyes that haunted me even in my sleep followed me out of the room and made me even more curious about the same one question.

Why was Jasmine helping me?

Unfortunately, I was forced to probably review the possibility that she had been helping me when school ended for the day and she continued to avoid me even though we both knew that there was no way she was escaping without explaining to me why she had helped me with that assignment.

After spending the rest of the day in between classes, when I would rather be alone but knew that missing any more classes would also affect my chances of being team captain, I spent my last hour with the guidance counselor and headed back to the mansion.

Heading to the field behind the house for practice, Alex and Sandro were already there and they ran towards me, their gait showing that their identical faces not the only thing about them that they shared.

"How are you feeling today, buddy?" Alex asked and I shrugged, unable to put what I was feeling into words.

But it felt like even though the match that I had completely botched thanks to my anger was over, there was still a lot of pressure on me.

In fact, it felt worse and I knew it was because it felt like I was losing. Like I was going to lose everything. And that the first thing that I thought about whenever I woke up and the last thing that came to my mind when I slept.

"Let's just get this practice thing now. There is another game in a week and I can't mess up. I can't afford to." I said under my breath and by the end of the session an hour later, Alex whistled.

"You're a beast, bro. That's the kind of energy that a captain needs."

"Yeah well, I think being a beast is why he got into this in the first place" Sandro and I growled on instinct before I realized that he was right.

My temper was one of my biggest problems and had made me make many mistakes even though I knew that more often than not, people deserved whatever they received from me.

And a prime example of that was happening right now.

Lorenzo's car drove into our house and Jasmine got down from it and waved at him before heading inside, her less than supernatural nose unable to smell that we were in the vicinity.

Lorenzo, however didn't miss me standing with Alex and Sandro, watching them from afar and his smirk widened before he drove away.

"That fucker" Alex grumbled and I inhaled deeply, my claws digging into my palm to restrain myself from running to his car and pulling it back so that I could beat the living daylights out of him.

It seemed that yet again, the hour I had spent with the guidance counselor was a bust. Because this rage looked like it was here to stay.

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"Excellent assignment you submitted, Hardin. Didn't know you had it in you." Miss Duncan, my English teacher said in class and even though Jasmine didn't share the same English teacher and class with me, when I received the paper and looked at the work, it was no doubt her hand.

Why was she helping me keep my grades up?