Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Chapter 67

Hardin

I was mad was a total understatement.

I felt like I was going crazy and at that moment, I wanted to hold Lorenzo by his neck and slit his throat. I wanted to drain out life from him and watch him in pleasure as he groaned in pain.

But I could not do any of that. And the fact that I could not, made me feel suffocated.

Well because he was also an Alpha, and causing him any harm, like attempting to kill him, was definitely going to get me summoned by the wolves council.

Dad will not want to bring any shame to the pack, so definitely he will support the motion that my inheritance be taken away from me.

So many things were running through my head at that moment, and I just wanted to breathe.

“You are really pregnant for this son of a bitch, huh?” I asked again, letting out a low chuckle. I was fighting to not show the rage that I felt within me.

“I… I… it’s not true, I…” Jasmine stuttered, and it only got my blood boiling the more.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, had a sly grin on his face. Initially, it was confusion, but seeing that somehow, whatever he had with Jasmine that led to her getting pregnant irked me, his grin widened.

“You know what? Forget it. I should have known better. You have always been a slut, and you’ve totally only cared about what sleeping with men will get you. You disgust me! I hate that I am being identified as a step brother to you.” I bawled at Jasmine, restraining myself from hitting her.

I paid no attention to any of her cries. It was all fake, like every time.

It was filled with deceit, and I regretted every single time that I looked at her with care. I felt like my ego had been bruised.

I could not tell if it was because I actually had feelings that lingered in my heart for her, or if it was because of her pregnancy that was proof to me that she actually had affairs with the son of a bitch, Lorenzo.

As much as I had said it so many times, it felt like a new piercing to my heart that I was not the only one in possession of Jasmine’s body.

“You are a cheap slut!” I yelled out again. And when Lorenzo tried to stop me from speaking more, I growled at him, advising him that it was better to mind his business, before walking away.

“You don’t have to mind anything that he is saying, Jasmine. I’m here for you.” I heard Lorenzo’s voice, and I gritted my teeth in anger.

Jasmine, once again with her foolishness, had given him the opportunity to be the bigger person.

“Just leave me!” My ears picked Jasmine’s response to what Lorenzo had said, and I scoffed.

She still wanted to get herself involved with me, it explained why she was suddenly pushing him away after getting pregnant for him.

I had a lacrosse game to play in an hour, and it was worse that it was very necessary for me to be there. But Jasmine had done a good job disorienting me.

As I made my way to the car, I picked up my phone and dialed Sandro’s number. I had to ask him to cook up an excuse for me to our coach, as I was definitely going to flop if I tried playing lacrosse.

“Hardin…” Jasmine called me just when I tried getting into my car, and I waited for her to walk down to me.

I wanted to hear the excuse that she was going to cook up, as the reason why she had been lying to me all along.

I had fucking asked her countless times if she had anything going on with Lorenzo. And every time that I did, her answer was no.

“What is it?” I turned to her.

Her eyes were teary as she walked closer to me, and even as I felt this weight on me seeing her cry, I refused to care one bit.

“Will you please listen to me now?” She started. “I had not told you all along, but I think it is necessary that I do now.”

For some reason, my eyes were keen on her. And I was more interested in knowing what she wanted to say, than I will on a very normal day.

“I am pregnant. But it’s not for Lorenzo, it’s for you.”

Hearing her words caused a sudden surge of anger to rise through me. She definitely thought that I was a child that she could lie to at any time, and even lie about the father of the crap in her womb.

“Just shut up! Can you surprise me anymore than you have already?”

“I am not lying, I tried telling you…” she tried to counter, clinging to my hands. And in rage, I pushed her away, watching her on the ground as I drove off.

“Hard…” she tried to speak as I drove, but I did not listen. From my side mirror, I watched her hands on her belly, as she tried hard to fight off more of the tears that had fallen on her cheeks already.

She was disgusting and a filthy liar.

Entering the first bar that I came across, I quickly ordered drinks. Just anything to make me forget that Jasmine had bruised my ego not just in front of me, but also in front of the one person that I hated more than anything.

Or was I just overreacting?

I did not own her to even care about whatever she wanted to do with her life, then why was I acting that way?

She said I was the father to her child, just how?

Or was there any time that I released inside of her? My head had not been totally clear of worries, but I doubted that I would have been foolish to release inside of her.

Besides, if I was the one responsible for her pregnancy, then what did Lorenzo have to do with it?

Why did she suddenly have to tell him first, and only realized that I was supposed to know after I caught both of them.

“I really do care about you.” Her words from one time that I was down resounded in my ears, and my belly churned at how much I had been played. She played with my mind and my emotions.

I hated her terribly. And that I did enjoy sex with her even as she was a low life caused me to cringe.

The omegas at the pack were definitely better than her. It was an established fact that they were weaklings, but at least they had their wolves. They were not laughing stocks, and the only person that shield Jasmine from all the embarrassments that she would have been getting was me and the relationship that she had by being my step sister.

But now, I intended to make Jasmine’s life a living hell.

“I need some more drinks,” I called out to the bartender.

Alcohol had very little effects on werewolves and as an Alpha wolf, I had better tolerance to it. But this time, I wanted to take so much that I would completely not be able to think and I made sure to take the strongest of wines there.

“You seem like you want something more than alcohol. Can I help you take your problems away?” A she-wolf whose face was not really clear to me probed, while her hands rubbed on my chest.

From her scent, I could tell that she belonged to my pack.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Stay away from me,” I mumbled, but as though she had been sent, she came closer and even placed her cuddly butts on my dick. Thanks to the covering that my cloth offered.

“I have been seated at the other table, and I noticed that you are really down. I will not feel any better if you remain this way, so can I help?”

Her hands brushed against my lips, and I let her.

Not completely in control of my thoughts, I stood, dragging the wolf that was with me till we went to a corner of the bar that was secluded.

She wanted to continue being touchy with me, but the whole romance did not sit well with me, as I just wanted to slam into her.

I quickly pulled her clothes away, and made her turn in a way that her ass was really close to my dick.

Bending her slightly, I proceeded to zip my trousers down. And just as I was about to slam into her, I lost the urge for any of it.

Why did Jasmine keep playing in my head when I should hate her for all her betrayal?

“Get dressed,” I informed the lady but she turned to me with a frown.

“You can’t leave me after getting to this point.” She queried.

“What exactly about get dressed do you not understand?” I said, gripping her neck tightly.

She was hurting from my hold, I could see the red marks. But I did not care.

I thought I had suddenly stopped being vile after Jasmine got into my life. Even as it was all sex that we had, it definitely influenced my actions most times. But at that point, I felt darker than ever.

“Please…” she struggled. And when I was satisfied, I dropped her to the floor. With her cries audible to me as I walked away.

The drive back home was rather too fast for me, and as I stepped into the house, I hoped that I would not have any reason to get pissed than I already was.

But trust the mother and daughter to be a thorn to me.

“Hardin dear,” Camila’s voice came and it sounded like she was disappointed. “Have you been drinking?”

The scent had probably rubbed off on me, but I really did not have the time to answer her question.

Jasmine stood by Camila, quiet and as though she was innocent. Meanwhile, she was a devil in disguise.

“What is it? You can tell me,” she added. And when she placed her hands on me, I pulled away from her.

“Whatever is wrong with me is none of your business,” I yelled at her. “You should spend this time caring about your slut of a daughter, so she doesn’t get to sleep with every man. And not pretend to be a caring mother.”