Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Chapter 56

Hardin

I could not deny that I felt sad for Jasmine. I tried to not show it, but I was deeply concerned for her.

A large part of me wanted to go straight to Jasmine and fuck her hard till she screams my name, but thankfully, my wolf’s reminder that she was not in the best of state held me back.

Though my flesh demanded that it be pleased, I fought quite well to contain myself. This wasn’t the time for such. Jasmine needed me at the moment, more than ever. And as a caring brother, not as an asshole that just gets his dick into his step sister whenever he liked.

I walked stealthily and slowly towards her room. It was night, and I didn’t want to bring attention towards myself. Especially when I was walking towards my stepsister’s room at night.

I reached her room. And without announcing my arrival with a knock, I walked in. She was not there, her room was empty, but I could sense her inside the place.

I walked to her closet, and I still could not find Jasmine, which got me a little bit worried.

For a moment I felt my heartbeat escalate, and I had become paranoid monetarily. Where was she? I questioned myself before turning around to meet the patio door open.

Instinctively I raced towards it, and took a quick peek inside. Jasmine’s posture was the kind that fanned suspicion. She seemed to be engrossed in something. She had not even noticed my presence, but at that moment it didn’t matter.

‘What is she staring at?’ I asked myself while I tried to get a clear view of whatever it was. From my angle it was quite difficult to see into the darkness as a normal human. I immediately employed my wolf vision, and it wasn’t long before I caught sight of what had intrigued Jasmine.

My aunt Lisa was out inside the bush, in the middle of the night, and she was not alone.

I could see the figure she stood with clearly. It was a male, someone who couldn’t be above thirty in age. Jasmine had the right to be curious. Lisa always acted a bit off.

I was lost of options. Should I confront the two of them? Or perhaps leave them to finish their business before confronting Lisa. She probably would deny, which meant that I should probably go after her messenger or henchman.

I laid in ambush for the man to make his leave. I had no idea what the transaction between Lisa and the stranger was for. But it had definitely pricked my curiosity.

Their conversation lasted another twenty minutes before Lisa finally left her guest to leave. He had left her with some sort of parcel. It’s contents I was still unaware of.

Jasmine was still engrossed in the little conversation with Lisa and her subordinate when I snuck away again. I needed to catch up with the stranger before he was far gone.

Making a quick transition into my wolf form, I leapt after my target and chased after him through his scent. He seemed to have noticed me, and had broken into a run, equally in his wolf state. I was faster, and it wasn’t long before I caught up and subdued him.

He had tried fighting back monetarily, but I had easily overpowered him, and managed to pin him down.

“What are you doing here?! And what’s your business with my aunt?” Where the first questions I asked. He didn’t seem to be very cooperative, so I dug my claws into his flesh to open his mouth.

He screamed out into the silent night. But given the distance we had raced from the start, nobody in the night would hear him. Besides wolves howled almost all the time. Hearing him wouldn’t make much different.

“I’m going to repeat myself once. What’s your business here? And what do you want with my aunt?”

“Let me go you bastard!” He was being unreceptive once again. Perhaps he had gotten used to my first method of torture. He was a wolf too, so I couldn’t blame his regenerative capabilities. My claw wounds had already healed, and that was why he had the audacity to oppose my words.

Slowly I dug my claws into his knee cap, until I was almost touching his bones. Once again he screamed out in pain, and made to escape but I held back. In the process of his escape attempt, my claws had torn away a piece of his cloth. And that was when I recognized a familiar symbol on his left arm.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

It was the same symbol that Jasmine’s kidnapper had on him. What on earth was going on here?

‘Could it be..?’ I guessed inwardly, but soon managed to get it off my head. It wasn’t possible that Lisa had proposed Jasmine’s abduction. And if so, then why?!

I had intended to kill this man with my next action. But after seeing his mark, I had managed to bring my temper under control. I needed him alive in order to acquire relevant information.

Folding my hands into a fist, I punched the man severally until I was sure he was unconscious. Then I carried him back home in secrecy.

If I was caught carrying an unconscious body into the house, then I would have to answer a lot of questions. I sent him straight to the dungeon. That way it would look like he had always been a prisoner for long. And I could also visit at any time I wanted to without suspicion.

After I was done with the imposter, I headed straight back to Jasmine’s room. If it might be a coincidence that this man had the same tattoo as her kidnapper, then it was really cool. But it wasn’t, and I was certain about it.

Clearly, they were working as a group and as much as I could not defend my claims yet, I was scared for Jasmine.

“Hardin?!” She almost screamed the instant I barged in. I had taken her completely by surprise, and it was obvious. “What are you doing here?” She questioned.

“N.. Nothing! Whatever you do just be careful. Stay indoors, and don’t get into random cars.” I advised bluntly. I wasn’t sure how to put it, and how everything came out wasn’t exactly how I expected.

“Stay by your mother’s side is what I meant to say” I was quick to correct myself. “It’s best if she wakes up every time to your face. Your presence will probably heal her better” Now I was sounding too nice and romantic.

“Good night!” I finished before walking away.

Jasmine’s face was covered in shock all throughout my words. I guessed she didn’t expect me to be so caring with my words. It was not my first time being nice to her, but she always seemed surprised every time.

I pushed aside thoughts of Jasmine, and focused on my next task. I was going to interrogate and torture my new prisoner until he spills every little detail of what he knew.

As if already waiting for my return, the man had woken and had jerked back in fear at my sight.

“Where am I? What did you do to me?!” He was quick to ask, but never answered. He must really be brave.

“I’ll let your informality slide this once. You don’t ask the questions, I do. And you don’t get to raise your voice at all!” I bellowed with a light growl.

I did not have all night. The faster I got him to talk, the better for me.

“What do you want from me?! Please let me go,” He was quick to play the victim. And it made me a little bit thrilled.

“I’ll let you go if you answer my questions, understood?”

“Fine, fine. What is it you want?” His voice was trembling, and he drew closer towards the edge of his cell as I approached. Fear reeked from him, and his vulnerability towards me made a smile crawl to my face. I loved being feared.

“What are you doing here? And what’s your business with my aunt?” I began.

“I’m just an ordinary messenger and nothing else. I only delivered a package to her, and I came for my pay tonight” He spilled everything once. In his fear filled state, I doubted he’ll be able to utter a lie to me. But I still decided to know if he was being completely honest.

A few kicks to the stomach, and a repetition of my question was enough.

“You have to believe me. I’m telling you the truth” He pleaded.

“That tattoo, how many of you are they?” I questioned. He felt genuinely confused, like he had no idea what I was talking about.

“I have no idea.” He answered, sounding rather honest. I was genuinely tired of beating him up at this point. He had clearly said all that he knew. There was nothing I could get out of him at this point. If I wanted more information, then I would have to ask Lisa herself.

It definitely wasn’t a coincidence that Jasmine’s kidnapper and this man had the same tattoo. Something was going on behind the scenes. And now that I feel like I had gotten a whiff of it, I wanted more of it.

Lisa was definitely up to something, that much was obvious. But what exactly was she planning? What was she up to?