Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Hardin

Maybe it was the way Camila's eyes were bright with life and Jasmine's with joy. Maybe it was the way it looked like oxygen had finally reentered my father's lungs when he saw that Camila had gotten better. But I could not stand it for obvious reasons. It did not mean that I hated them, well that was exactly what it meant, did it not?

I was so jealous of the fact that my mother had not survived it. Because if she had, she would still be here, smiling at me, holding my hand and chastising me for being so uptight and irritable.

If she was here, then maybe I would not be as unhappy as I was.

I needed to leave. The talk of celebrations were getting to me and even though I had contributed my part to ensuring that Camila was well and she had shown her gratitude over and over again, I did not have it in me to participate in a party. Not when every time that I saw Camila on that bed, I remembered the desperation that I had felt everytime my mother deteriorated instead of getting better.

Leaving the house, I got into the car and was about to drive off, preferably to someplace quiet where I could be alone and sad in peace while everyone was in a festive mood because the last thing on my agenda was to be a party pooper especially because I would have done the same had my mother recovered from her illness and even more, when there was a knock on the window of my seat.

Looking up, I saw that it was Jasmine, panting like she had run a mile and she gestured for me to wind down.

When I did, she took in a deep breath, steadying her breathing in a way that reminded me that she was very human at the end of the day and not like us even though she was born a werewolf.

Her hair was down in long waves and she quickly put it up into a messy bun that I would rather die than admit that I liked.

"What do you want, Jazz?" I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I even intended it to because whenever I was with her, it felt like I needed to be on fight or flight mode. It could also be the fact that I just realized with a school that I had shortened her name.

"I really want to speak with you." She answered, her voice soft and totally ignoring my attitude. Well, she was already used to me being cranky all the time and I had to give her a round of applause for putting up with me.

"It can't wait? Thought you had a party to plan?"

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the passenger side of the door and when I rolled down the window, she answered.

"The party is not happening tonight anyways and it's really important that I talk to you."

When I just stared at her instead of replying and she folded her hands, waiting for an answer, I realized that she was not going to leave. So I might as well open the car door and take her with me.

"Alright hop in." I finally ground out and opened the door to the car for her.

We drove to the cottage in silence and when we got there, I walked out of the car down into the woods, knowing that she was following me until we approached the lake.

This used to be one of my favorite places in the world because my mother and I used to come here to fish whenever I wanted, which was almost all the time.

Now, it just felt hollow to be at this beautiful scenery without her but it was where I had some of my best memories of her so I could not stop coming.