Chapter 4
Jasmine's POV
"Jazz, are you okay?" A voice to my right made me open my eyes and it was Nadia's.
"Huh?"
"You closed your eyes and shuddered, like you were having a nightmare. Your food is going to get cold."
I had totally forgotten that we were in the cafeteria and as my eyes met with Hardin's from where he was seated at the popular table again, I realized why I had gone into a trance instead of eating my lunch.
It had been a week since the wedding.
Where Hardin had threatened me and I had wept like a baby instead of standing up to him.
I realized now that the one time I did it was a knock off, and I understood why no one ever stood up to him.
Far away from him was the only way anyone could ever have the liver to talk back to him.
I couldn't get the way he had looked at me from the other end of the aisle on the day of the wedding, his face completely expressionless but his blue jade eyes hot with rage.
His hands had tightened into fists as his face took me in and recognition hit. I didn't know why I had expected any thing better from the pack's golden boy who thought everyone that was not him was trash and should lick his boots.
I was naive enough to believe that he was getting over the fact that I was his stepsister when he had asked me to dance, his handsome face putting up a smile that I found out was fake in the worst way possible.
I had no idea what would have happened if his dad had not saved me that day in the study. Maybe I might have lost a bone from the way he continued pushing me.
And even though Hardin had said nothing since that day, I could not help but feel that he was planning something.
It was in the way he looked at me, face taut and fists tight.
It made all the goosebumps on my body erupt in fear.
"Is it him?" Nadia said and I broke the stare off I had been having with Hardin, to look at her.
"Huh?"
Nadia shook her head and squeezed my hand.
"You've said the same thing twice now. Are you sure you're okay? Is he giving you trouble already?"
Quickly shaking my head, I made an attempt to smile.
"No, he is not. Not yet anyways."
"Perhaps, he will stick to what his father said and leave you alone. Don't worry about it and eat, alright?"
I nodded in response, forcing a smile to her words.
"Thank you Nadia."
I did not have it in me to break it to her that people like Hardin did not suddenly change overnight. Especially when he believed that my mother and I were really just after his father's fortune.
It was only going to be a matter of time before he struck and I could only imagine what Hardin had in mind.
Something not good, I was sure.
I spent the entirety of lunch ruminating on what he might be planning but by the end of the school day, I had completely forgotten all about cracking my head about Hardin's next move as I entered the mansion.
It still felt like a dream that I got to live in a place like this considering where I was coming from with my mother.
"Jazz? Is that you? I'm in the kitchen." I heard my mother say as I was about to climb the stairs to my bedroom.
"Okay, mum." I replied and headed to the kitchen to see her nodding as she swayed to a slow tune of music.
She looked so happy and relaxed. Much more content than I had seen her in a while and I knew Hardin was wrong.
My mother was not someone who was opportunistic or interested in what the Alpha could offer if he didn't love her and one thing I was certain of, was that they loved each other.
"Hello, mum." I said in greeting and she smiled, pulling me in for a hug.
"How was school today? Did you have lunch?" Nodding, I told her all about my day at school, conveniently omitting anything about Hardin.
When her brows raised in question, expecting more and I shrugged, she sighed.
"Are you sure? How about Hardin?"
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
My mother had been trying to get Hardin to be accepting of her since he learned of her existence and it was like pouring water in a basket.
I was grateful that as opposed to how rude and brash he was with me, not hesitating to air his opinions of what he thought of us, he was giving my mother the silent treatment.
I didn't even have it in me to tell her what he had said or about the incident in the study.
Ignorance was indeed bliss and I hoped it remained that way.
"I'm sure he is fine, mum."
"How about you invite him to join us for dinner tonight? Perhaps it'll be easier to listen to a sister instead."
"He is not my brother!" I snapped at her immediately.
No way in hell would I accept someone like him as my brother.
"It will take some time getting used to, I know. But please try? For my sake? I'll make some of his favorites. His father told me what he likes" She whispered with an expectant smile and it was only until it was almost time for dinner that I realized what exactly I had agreed to.
Stepping out of my room, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
Hardin's room was beside mine so it would not take more than ten minutes to try and invite him for dinner, would it?
Taking a deep breath, I walked to his room, hearing the loud music that was blasting from behind the door and knocked.
When I didn't hear a reply, I knocked again and counted to ten before turning around and deciding to head down.
I had tried, didn't I?
But as my hand touched the railing of the stairs, I couldn't help but imagine the disappointment on my mum's face.
Turning around, I headed back to the room and knocked again.
When I didn't hear a response, I tried the door knob and froze in surprise when it opened.
Turning the door handle slowly, I opened the door, telling myself that I was not doing anything bad.
I was just going to peek if he was inside or not. If he was, I would try to invite him down for dinner.
The worst I would get is a no.
Okay, he might growl at me, slam me against the wall and choke me to death.
But a girl has got to try right?
As I entered the room, the music enveloped me, the volume loud enough that it would be hard to converse and when my eyes moved round the room that looked like mine and landed on the bed, I gasped.
Because splayed sideways on the bed with her feet on the floor and her ass hanging in the air was Dahlia.
I knew her from school. But that was not what was important.
It was how Hardin was ramming into her from behind, as he stood behind her, grabbing her waist and arching her back even lower.
I should have probably looked away. I should have kept knocking until he answered. I shouldn't have opened the door.
But even as I thought about everything I should have done, I was rooted in one spot, helpless as I watched him fuck Dahlia, each thrust harder and faster than the last.
I saw the ways she bit her lips, her eyes closed tight in pleasure as she raised her ass up to receive more of his thrusts and I fought the urge to squeeze my thighs together, my nipples straining against my shirt.
I had never had sex before or watched porn but I had read enough about it in novels to understand what was happening.
But seeing it, seeing Hardin's hand tighten on her hair and smack her ass as he fucked her into the bed made my mouth fall open in surprise and something more. A strange emotion that I didn't realize.
Pulling her up, his thrusts became frantic and urgent, his growls echoing with the music round the entire room and I watched transfixed until he suddenly froze and jerked.
Releasing Dahlia, she fell on her face to the bed and that's when my eyes moved down to stare at his groin.
My eyes widened as I took the entirety of him in. And as I moved up his body to see him staring at me with his eyes wide with shock, I choked on my saliva.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I mouthed even though I didn't know if he heard and ran out of his room.
Chapter 5Hardin's POVThe last thing I could have imagined would ever happen after the long tiring day at school was looking up to find Jasmine watching me fuck one of my flings, Doreen or Delilah or whatever her name was.One minute, she wasn't there and the next she was, her eyes wide as she watched me.I had realized that she didn't seem to notice that I had caught her watching and decided to give her a show to see if she would flee.The little bitch hadn't and she had watched me till the very end, her big green eyes wide and curious, and her rosy lips slightly parted like she was seeing someone being fucked for the first time.Why she looked so surprised and embarrassed when she was probably getting fucked frequently was beyond me.I had to teach her a lesson about not minding her business as soon as possible. It seemed as though she had forgotten that I didn't want her and her opportunistic mother in my house because I had been silent for a week.My silence was because I wanted
Chapter 6Jasmine's POV"He didn't come down today either?" Russo, Hardin's father asked as we sat down to have dinner in the dining hall.I saw my mother shrug but knew that she would be upset the most because she was trying her hardest to reach out to Hardin and I hated Hardin even more.Today at school, he had publicly embarrassed me after one of his friends had lied and said I could sit with them at their table since I was Hardin's family.Well, I couldn't blame them. I blamed myself for being naive and thinking that the order had come from him directly when he didn't even want to go to school or come back with me.I shivered as I remembered the confused look in his eyes when he saw me there before it turned to rage. Pure unadulterated rage."What is this thing doing here?" He had asked and no one, not even Alex, his friend who had invited me to the table could stand up for me and explain to them that I was not there of my own accord.But then again, Hardin was the king of the sch
Chapter 7Jasmine's POVThe next day at breakfast, I was helping my mother set up the table when Hardin suddenly came down to the dining hall.My mother looked like she had seen a ghost and perhaps she had because since we moved in to the house, Hardin had refused to eat with us, choosing to either eat in his room or go out to eat which I knew had made my mother very distressed and sad about how he had not still accepted her."Oh, Hardin, it is a pleasure to have you join us for breakfast. Please sit." She had said."Thanks." He replied, his voice deep in a way that made me shiver and I kept staring at him, unable to look away.His ebony hair was damp, indicating that he had just showered and as the shirt he wore hugged his biceps paired with loose fitting pants, I could not deny that Hardin Morales was probably one of the most gorgeous male I had ever laid eyes on.But then, that gorgeousness meant nothing when I remembered that behind that face and body was someone who hated me and
Chapter 8Hardin's POVHeading straight for the shower after leaving Jasmine's room, I removed my clothes and rested my head against the wall as the rivulets of hot water poured down on my back.My mind wondered back to the horror in Jasmine's eyes, the way her body had bucked up in fear and how she had tried to flee from me, her eyes confused and scared when I touched her and I wondered if she was a virgin.Had I been her first? Was that why she had been so resistant of me? Or was it because I was her step brother?I didn't understand why instead of satisfaction from watching her squirm and beg me for mercy, from watching her body react to me even though she did not want to, from feeling that tight wetness and seeing those large tits, I was feeling guilty for what I had done.Why in the hell was I feeling like I should not have done that to her?She deserved it. She deserved everything that had gone down tonight and even the rat yesterday. Her innocent eyes could not deceive me. She
Chapter 9Jasmine's POVI looked at myself in the mirror and what stared back at me was a horrified, extremely sad girl.How my life had drastically changed in the couple of hours following my mother's departure with Russo for the weekend still felt like a dream. I wanted to wake up and find out that everything was just one horrid nightmare. But like the dead rat and the note in blood that Hardin had left on my bed, it was real.Hardin had done all of those things to me, each time without remorse or care.He had touched me and my body had shamefully responded even though I hated everything. Even though I begged him to stop. And then he had put his...I could not even say it. Just thinking about it made me sick.And then he had paraded me in front of his friends like a slave and even made me to call him master after bringing them food by the pool.I didn't know what to do. I felt like pulling my hair out. Perhaps I had pulled it during the night when I was asleep, if I could even call
Chapter 10Hardin's POVOne of the advantages of the fact that my father had built his mansion in the woods, was the expanse of land that we were surrounded by. It was easy to shift and run in the woods. It was also easy to get some exercise in it, if you wanted to do it outside and if there was one things wolves hated, it was feeling claustrophobic.I had just finished running and I stood in the clearing behind our house where I had set two goal posts and lined the field with chalk.We had a lacrosse game coming up soon against the neighboring town and as the captain, it would be a damn shame to be out of form and lose the game when we had managed to retain our winning streaks since the season started.As I removed my shirt and threw it on the grass, I picked up the lacrosse stick and ball and stood in the center of the field that I had created and demarcated, ready to train when my mind went to Jasmine.With the way she had looked at me when our parents had returned from their trip
Chapter 11Jasmine's POVThere was a knock on the door to my room and I wiped my eyes quickly, turning and ready to tear into Hardin if he was the one.I was terrified of him and what he could do to me but I did not deserve any of this.And if he was coming here to rub in the fact that he had yet again succeeded in ruining my life with that useless rumor, then he would be in for a surprise because I would not cower.And it didn't matter what the consequences would be this time because what had he not already done?The door opened and when Nadia stepped in, with her smile hesitant, I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding and sniffed, more tears rolling down my eyes.Her face softened and she opened her arms wide as she ran to pull me into a hug."Oh, my sweet friend, I'm so sorry. I brought those cookies that you like so much." She said gently.Pulling back, I widened my eyes."You did?" I said tearfully and she nodded, cleaning my eyes with her hand and leading me towards
Chapter 12Jasmine's POV"Maybe I should not have come to school," Was the first thing I thought to myself when I stepped inside the hallway.But I was so desperate to prove to myself, to Hardin and the entire school that they did not break me, especially after what had happened in the hallway yesterday, and then when he had abandoned me in the closet, crying my eyes out.I had gone straight home immediately, afraid that I would be harassed some more or worse, have to explain to Nadia why I looked like I had cried my eyeballs out and was worried that I would not be able to keep it a secret.My mother had come up to visit me when I had refused to come down, worried that I would not be able to eat if Hardin was sitting at that table and stomach the smirk on his face for making me cum even though it was without my consent and made me absolutely disgusted by myself.I hated him so much for making me unable to tell my mother the truth like I had always done growing up, because I was worrie