Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Chapter 50

Hardin’s POV

“You’re shooting daggers from your eyes, bro. Did something happen?” Alex’s voice dragged me away from my thoughts and when I finally looked away from the table that I had been staring at, I saw that his brows were raised in question as he gestured towards the direction that I had been looking at.

It was of course, none other than Jasmine’s table where she was sitting with her friend and Lorenzo, her knight in shining armour.

I had called and spoken to him yesterday to discuss the attempted kidnapping and to gauge if I had been wrong to not suspect him for having a hand in the attempt and so far, other than him vowing to remain by her side and protect her, a promise that would have put me at ease if he was talking about any other person but Jasmine, he seemed to be in the clear which brought me back to square one.

Who could have wanted to kidnap Jasmine and why?

Of course this morning before I had left for school, my father had summoned me to his office, of course already hearing all about the attempt from Jasmine at dinner that I had not bothered to attend because I was not ready to deal with the stern look on his face, a harsh reprimand for almost losing his precious step daughter, especially after he had put me on guard duty for her since the very first time that she had narrowly escaped a couple of arrows hitting her square in the chest and head.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

He had demanded that I followed Jasmine to where she would he training today and assist her in learning self defense in place of her instructor today and even though, I didn’t particularly have a problem with that order, considering that I was also scared shitless of what would happen to her if her attackers tried again and she was all by herself, I hated that she was still allowed to do things as mundane as attending bullshit classes when we didn’t even know who the killer was and where he could be.

Grudgingly, I had accepted the order even though I knew that with or without it, I was going to force Jasmine to learn how to protect herself. She seemed to forget that she was a werewolf even though she had not shifted, so it was easy for her to feel incapable of doing anything since technically, she was not yet a complete werewolf because she had not been able to shift into one.

I hated this uncertainty.

I hated that instead of giving my time to actually making Jasmine’s life bad enough that she and her mother would leave, I was watching her like a hawk, trying to keep her alive. What was worse was that I wanted to watch her. I could spend hours watching Jasmine Scott.

Wearing a black long sleeved title necked top, her hair in a high ponytail and baggy navy jeans that hid those dangerous curves for days, she smiled at something her friend said, who looked like she was oblivious of the attack.

Looking away from Lorenzo, our eyes met and she froze, her lips slightly parting as if she needed to breathe more through her mouth. It made me curious about what she thought about whenever she looked at me and if she could read the look in my eyes whenever she did.

It made me wonder why I wanted her to look at me the way she looked at Lorenzo. Like I was a saviour.

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By the time class ended, Jasmine came out of her last class for the day to find me leaning against her locker in the hallway and she could not hide her displeasure.

I, on the other hand, smirked because I loved to see her squirm because of me.

“What do you want, Hardin?” She whispered as she closed the distance between us and gestured for me to move away from her locker, opening it to shove her books inside.

“To drive you home, of course. I’m taking my guard duties very serious this time.” I drawled and she frowned, looking up at me.

“You don’t have to pretend to care about what happens to me when we are not at home in front of our parents. There is no need to score cheap points at school. I’ll hitch a ride with Nadia. Or Lorenzo.”

My face hardened immediately and I slammed her locker door shut, making her gasp before I stared down.

There was no way in hell that I would let her get on a ride with Lorenzo anymore. She would have to shoot me for that to happen.

I hated the jealousy that gripped my chest but she didn’t need to know that I was jealous. All she needed to do was leave the school with me whether she liked it or not.

“Well, you’re right. I don’t care.” I lied “But you are having self defense lessons with me today and I’m not about to let you waste my time. So you’re coming with me right now or I’m going to cause a scene. It’s your choice.” I finished with a smirk that made her roll her eyes.

But she didn’t object again to following me and we drove back home in silence, going to our rooms to change into training gear before heading out of the house again to the abandoned warehouse that was located not too far from the cottage.

Coming down from the car, I watched as she tried to stop herself from talking to me, ready to continue the silent treatment even though she was curious about this place.

“You won’t die if you ask me, Jasmine.”

Frowning at me, she walked into the warehouse first, giving me a view of her lovely backside, the tights that she wore sticking to her body like a second skin.

“Let’s just train and get the hell out of here.” She answered, removing her shirt to reveal a sports bra that was the same shade as the tights and proceeding to pack her hair up into a messy ponytail.

I hated the way my dick got hard at the sight of her. I hated that I could not seem to not want her.

Removing my shirt so that I was left in only pants, I watched as she tried hard to not look at my body directly, and it pleased me that she was as affected as I was, even though we hated each other’s guts.

“My dad says you’ve been training with an instructor. Show me what you’ve got.” I said mockingly and she charged at me, trying to hit me. Shockingly, she succeeded after two tries but she was too focused on hitting me that she left herself vulnerable and I took advantage of that, tripping her.

What I didn’t expect was for her to grab me as she fell and I swiftly turned, making sure that I would fall to the ground first instead.

Falling on top of me, she glared at me, her chest flush against mine until she felt my dick pressing into her stomach.

I should have probably stopped myself. But why should I? When she looked like sin that was sent to me.

Changing our positions to pin her against the ground, with her chest on the floor, I raised her ass up and held her hands, spanking her hard and my dick hardened to fucking stone when she whimpered.

“Hardin, what are you…”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Jasmine. So sit tight.” I growled and in one move, I pulled her tights down, taking a deep breath when I found that she was not wearing any underwear and her pussy was wet.

I couldn’t help myself. I bent and tasted her and she gasped, her body betraying her as she pushed her ass into her face even further, wanting more.

I licked her some more, biting down on her clit and she moaned, biting down her lip to try to stop it but it was too late.

She might hate me all she wanted but in this matter, we both knew that she loved my dick inside her.

Pulling my briefs down, I still held both her hands behind her back and I felt her take in a deep breath when I pushed my dick inside her slowly until I reached the hilt.

I hated how much I loved fucking her. It was like a disease that I could not get rid of.

Grabbing her throat, I didn’t give her any warning before I started to thrust, hard and fast, my butt muscles tightening as I fucked her like it was going to be the last time.

The only sounds in the empty warehouse were my grunts and her stifled moans as I slammed into her over and over again, her walls tightening around me and making me delirious with pleasure.

The last coherent thought I had right before I felt the orgasm taking control of the two of us was that I should be careful.

No, it was that I should be afraid. Because my want for Jasmine did not look like it was going to stop anytime soon. And that desire seemed like it would be my undoing.