Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Hardin’s POV

Maybe I should have not just gotten out of bed and gone to school today, I thought again when I saw Lorenzo standing right in front of my door.

From him all but joining the lacrosse team which meant that I had to see him almost everyday now, to him befriending Jasmine and now showing up in front of my house. It was hard to believe that all of these were just coincidences and that he was not just planning something.

My face deepened in a frown as I tried to process the entire day. Still, Lorenzo remained in front of the door and I realized that I wasn’t truly imagining him there.

I didn’t know if Lorenzo was just clueless or he was really trying his hardest to behave like he could not see that I clearly did not give two fucks about him but his smile said it all.

He probably just did not care.

Well, he was certainly going to have to now that he was standing in front of my house.

Cracking my knuckles and reminding myself to show restraint because the last thing I needed was for my father to come out and find me attacking someone in front of the door, not less than how many hours ago when his text had shown that he trusted very little in my self control.

Taking a deep breath when I reached where he was, I raised my eyebrow, looking down my nose at him even though I was just a few inches taller and when he didn’t budge, just looking at me expectantly as he waited for what he thought I was going to say, I realized that glaring at him would not work, unlike at school where just one glance from me was more than enough.

Perhaps, the guidance counsellor was right to inform my father about the sessions that I had been missing at school because the rage I had darkened my vision and I knew that it would only take one misstep from Lorenzo that would push me to violence.

It was one thing for Alphas to be in the same room and be able to control the natural tension of one trying to outrank the other or prove who was stronger in a civil setting. But in a place where the Alphas disliked each other and could not control it? It was a recipe for violence.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

And violence happened to be my middle name. It was the reason why I had been scheduled to see a guidance counselor once a week to learn how to manage my anger.

I wondered what the gentle Miss Morrell would say if she saw me now thinking about how to bash this pretty boy’s face in, just to see how much he would bleed.

“What do you want?” I asked, folding my arms as though I was waiting for a prey and when the smile on his face did not waver, my irritation increased.

“I’m here to see Jasmine.” He answered simply, causing my anger to rise as I contemplated why he would want to.

Trying to remain calm, I reminded myself of how Sandro had told me about him being English Literature partners with Jasmine till the end of the semester and I tried to assure myself that maybe that was it.

But my anger did not quell, neither did it just disappear. Instead it was laced with irritation at his answer and I rolled my eyes.

“Just go home, Valerio.” I answered.

“Lorenzo. It’s Lorenzo.” He said even though both of us knew that I had intentionally called him the wrong name to piss him off.

“I don’t give a fuck if your name is Lorenzo or Miguel. You’re standing in front of my house and I’m telling you nicely that you need to leave. Jasmine is not available and I can’t tell you for certain that she would ever be available to go out with you on your little bike. So back the fuck up while I’m being really nice and get out of here.”

He looked genuinely surprised by my hostility and I had to give it to him, he was playing the tragic prince role perfectly.

And fortunately for him, I did not have any problems with being the bad guy.

“But she said she was going to…” He trailed off when he saw that I was watching him, not in the least bit interested in what he had to say and sighed before he nodded, getting the message and walked over to his bike.

Pleased that he was finally leaving, I turned around to open the door and just then the door swung open as Jasmine rushed outside, looking around and I raised my brows, frowning as her scent hit me in full force.

She was wearing a knee length floral dress that I had not seen before and she looked like she had put in an effort to freshen up, knowing that he was coming. Just knowing that he did not get to see her dressed up because of him made me feel very satisfied and I watched as she looked around before she finally had no choice but to face me.

“Did you see Lorenzo? He texted me that he was downstairs already and now I can’t find him.” She said in a single breath, her eyes still on the lookout while I folded my arms, raising my eyebrows.

“I sent your little boyfriend away, if that’s who you are out here looking all dolled up for. Told him you were not available. And you are not. Get back inside and find something better to do with your time.”

Her pupils dilated and she looked so angry, it was totally a new look on her. She looked like she wanted to strangle and maim me.

And all because of what? The cheesy new guy?

“How dare you? What the fuck is wrong with you, Hardin? Why can’t you ever for once in your life stay out of my business? What did you stand to gain from sending him away now and who even gave you the right to send him away?” She yelled at me and when she huffed and brought out her phone, probably to call him, I grabbed it from her hand and pocketed it, grabbing both her arms when she lunged for me.

“Be quiet” I growled.

Trying to pay no regard to me, she struggled against me. It was only then that I realized that she wasn’t going to quiet down.

“Let go of me, Hardin!” She spat.

Instead of listening to her annoying rants, I dragged her towards the car. And when she tried to get out of the passenger seat, I bent down towards her eye level.

“Do you really want your mother to come out and find out what exactly is going on between us? You really want me to tell her?”

I had no such intentions to say anything to her mother but the look of horror on Jasmine’s face was more than enough to know that she didn’t doubt what I was capable of doing and like a good little girl, she stopped struggling and allowed me to shut the door.

Camila was definitely going to be broken if she heard that her precious daughter was fucking her step brother. And although it wasn’t her will, she did not entirely hate it.

The whole ride away from the house, she was silent and refused to look at me but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t somewhere right now with Lorenzo laughing and sipping tea and I didn’t care if it made me an evil bastard to take away her joy.

When we arrived at the cottage, she got out of the car and when I walked towards her, she reached for my pockets again and tried to get her phone out.

Dragging her inside the cottage, I threw her on the couch and removed both of our phones from my pocket, dropping it on the table, before I reached for her and held her hands over her head.

“You’re just itching for punishment, aren’t you?” I growled but she looked like she wasn’t afraid of what would happen this time.

“Fuck you, Hardin. I hate you. I hate you so much.” She screamed and tried to kick me and I didn’t understand why her rage turned me on so much. Fiery Jasmine made me want to fuck her into submission.

Slamming my lips against hers, I reached under her dress and palmed her pussy and she squirmed when I pushed her panties to one side and found her dripping wet, I grinned.

“For someone who hates me, your body is saying something completely different.”

My statement seemed to set something off in her and she pushed me so hard, her claws manifesting and digging so hard into my skin, I jumped off her in surprise.

Rising to her feet, she slapped me hard across the face, her claws leaving their mark and I held my bleeding face in shock as tears ran down her face.

“Of course, you think my body’s response to you, a response that I cannot control is because I want you, you motherfucking psycho. The way you fuck is not even something that should turn anyone on. You’re nothing but a self absorbed bastard, Hardin. And it’s a shame. A big shame that I ever met you.”

Grabbing her phone, she walked out of the house, leaving me in the center of the living room, stunned into silence and holding my bleeding face.

Jasmine hadn’t just struck a nerve with her words. She had barrelled into me and won this time.