Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Hardin’s POV

Anger, red hot like a flame was emanating from me in the hallway and I didn’t bother to even hide it this time. Because why was the new guy talking and laughing with Jasmine down the hallway in front of her locker?

Did she know him from anywhere? How did the two of them even meet?

As if it was not enough that I had heard silly comparisons between me and this new kid since he entered the school less than forty eight hours ago, he was already hanging around Jasmine and smiling like he had just hit the jackpot.

Or perhaps it was Jasmine that had come on to him?

Weeks ago, I would have been inclined to believe that, but since that night after taking Jasmine’s virginity, I didn’t know what to believe about her anymore and I hated her even more for confusing me. For blurring the hatred lines between us by refusing to act her part as a villain.

She and her mother were both peas in a pod, considering that after everything that my aunt, Lisa had done to her in my name, she still continued to be nothing but kind to me. I was waiting for the act to wear off but it had been months now. Surely if she wanted to show her claws, now would be the right time to do it.

“He’s her partner in English Literature class till the end of the semester.” A voice said behind me and when I turned around, it was Sandro, Alex’s twin brother speaking to me as he bit into an apple.

Because I had grown up with them, it was easy to tell which one was which at every time but the twins liked to play games with people, so they wore their brown hair in the same style, with their identical sea blue eyes and smirks, and would often wear the same cloths when they were feeling particularly dubious.

“What did you say?” I asked and he looked in the direction of my line of sight to where Jasmine and Lorenzo were laughing about something in the hallway.

“I mean the new guy. Lorenzo Garcia. He’s Jasmine’s partner in our English Literature class. The class you’re not taking with us.”

“I don’t give a shit.” I said and even though Sandro stopped speaking, he didn’t lose that stupid smirk of his and it made me want to beat his face into the ground.

Thankfully, Lorenzo walked away and so did Jasmine after her friend came over to meet her.

I decided to head to the cottage again tonight. I couldn’t admit that I was too cowardly to see the way my aunt made living in the mansion uncomfortable for Jasmine and her mother, Camila and that was the reason I stayed in the cottage by the lake.

As I entered inside, after getting dinner at one of the diners on my way to the cottage, I stopped in front of the couch. The last time Jasmine was here, she had forgotten her purse that she had taken out.

I hadn’t bothered to open it nor was I curious about what could be in there before today. But i could not stop my curiosity this time as I headed towards her purse.

And when I opened it, I was hit full force with her scent. A scent that I had tried every possible way to avoid since that night in the classroom when I had bent her over and slammed into her like a deranged animal.

I had fucked about two girls after that night but I realized that there was a problem when everytime I wanted to cum, the name on my lips was that of the stepsister that I never asked for and hated with a passion.

I could not get her out of my head and my dick did not seem to get the memo that we were supposed to be the ones in control and not her. It made me furious to even be thinking about her right now.

There was nothing valuable in the purse but I remembered that in the morning before we left, she had stuffed her torn panties, which had happened by my hands in the purse, hoping to take it back with her but I remembered that she had forgotten it here as she stormed out of the house and into my car, giving me the silent treatment.

I didn’t realize what I was doing until her scent, sweet and strong hit me and I opened my eyes as I continued sniffing the panties of the one girl that I was supposed to hate.

My jeans became full as my dick hardened almost immediately in response to her smell and I growled, keeping the panties inside the purse and heading to the bathroom to shower.

It felt almost like de javu as I entered the bathroom, knowing that I was going to masturbate thinking about Jasmine just like the first time when I had just seen those gorgeous titties when she was bathing.

Her soft and large breasts made me frown as I stroked my dick and I groaned as I remembered how wet her pussy had felt when I drove my cock into it. About how her voice had sounded like music to my ears. About how hot her mouth had felt around my cock as I fucked her mouth hard and how her breasts had jiggled as she gagged around my cock.

I sucked in a deep breath, beating my cock faster and groaned, knowing that this orgasm was going to take everything from me and hating Jasmine for having this hold on me.

Resting my head against the bathroom tiles as the water poured down on me, I moaned as I imagined her, taking more of my cock and my thoughts threatened to splinter as I rocked back and forth into my hand, groaning and moving even faster.

My dick felt like fucking stone in my hand as I pumped mercilessly, my groans echoing in the bathroom. But what threw me over the edge was remembering how she has called my name when she begged me, my cock deep inside her tight wet pussy. I jerked, the orgasm hitting me hard and fast as I came all over the wall of my bathroom.

Drained, it didn’t take me long to hit the sheets and when I woke up, feeling like I shouldn’t go to school today, I probably should have listened because it was during lacrosse practice that I realized why I had expected today to go back.

“Isn’t that the new guy coming to tryout for the team?” Alex said as we sat on the bench, wearing our boots and when I raised my head, it was indeed Lorenzo, also popularly known as the Golden boy, striding towards us.

The frown of my face deepened as I inhaled and confirmed what I had already thought when I first passed him in the hallway.

He had the same aura that I had. The aura of an Alpha wolf. Behind that easy innocent smile and eyes that looked relatively harmless was a werewolf that was probably dealing with as much anger issues as any Alpha wolf that had not grown into their strength faced.

How he managed to hide that from Jasmine was beyond me but then I remembered that unlike the rest of us, Jasmine was not really a complete werewolf. Her senses were almost human.

Like everything else about her, she was neither here or there. Not human enough to be human but not wolf enough to be considered a werewolf.

“And this is Hardin Morales, our captain.” Our coach said and when Lorenzo stretched out his hand for a shake, I raised an eyebrow and before I could speak, my phone vibrated and I excused myself to see a message from my father that made me pale.

“I was called to your school to see the guidance counselor in order to discuss your sessions that you’ve been ignoring. Camila offered to go in my stead and is at the office right now. Do not do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Taking excuse from the Coach, I bolted towards the office to see Camila already coming out and exchanging pleasant smiles with the guidance counselor who glanced my way and offered me a soft smile before she walked back into her office.

Camila beamed when she turned around and saw me, and you would think she would act differently considering how cold and unyielding I was since she married my father but she walked up to me and enveloped me in a hug that made me remember just how tightly my mother used to hug me once and how nice it had felt.

It was hard to admit that this hug felt really nice too.

Pulling away immediately, I raised my eyebrow and as if she could read the question in my eyes, she nodded.

“She is just worried about you. And all the sessions you’ve missed. But I assured her that we would try our best to work with you so that you can get better.”

“We?”

“Yes, we, Hardin. As hard as it is to believe, I want to help you. And not just because you’re my stepson. I’m an elementary school teacher and nothing brings me joy than to help any child that I see struggling. Not to talk of one that I hold dearly to my heart. My arms are always open, sweet boy. Always.”

Rising on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek, she left me feeling very confused and torn in the hallway. It was no surprise that I chose to head back to the house instead of the cottage after school and as I parked in front of the house, my eyes narrowed to see a bike also parked beside the fountain.

Getting out of the car, I saw none other than Lorenzo waiting in front of the entry door, his hands in his pockets and as if he could feel my stare, he raised his head and our eyes met.

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