Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother

Asher stands in an open field as the thunderstorm flashes in the sky. His heart beats rapidly, but his face is void of any signs of discomfort or fear.

"Do it," he says with an emotionless face, as if life in front of him doesn't matter to him.

"No... no, no, no, please," the man begs, moving toward him, trying to reach Asher.

He crawls towards him with bloody hands, leaving a trace of red on the floor. It soon washes out when the raindrops hit the floor.

"Please," as the man nears Asher, his hands move to his pocket, and he removes a knife from the pocket. The sharp knife glints when the thunder shoots in the sky.

Asher doesn't panic or react to the weapon in his hand. He stays silent and looks at the man directly.

The man crawls up from the ground and moves toward Asher at greater speed, pointing the knife toward his heart.

Just when he is about to reach him, a gun shoots. And the man is dead with a bullet in the center of his forehead.

Asher watches the man's lifeless body fall to the ground and lifts his gaze toward the man. Adam stands there, gun pointing towards him.

"Good job," Asher starts to head towards the door but stops a few feet away.

"Ask Steven to track down this wolf hybrid for me. I want all the details about her. We need her for our next plan at all costs."

"Yes Boss," And he is gone.

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The doors are locked, windows shut, and the sound of the thunderstorm vibrates in the room.

Asher is curled up in his bed. The pain from the old wounds on his hand makes him want to scream. He tightly shuts his eyes, clenching his jaws so tight to avoid the sound of muffling. He sleeps that night as the nightmare plays in his head.

He doesn't remember much of his first years of childhood, but being in a dark and cold place. He doesn't know if it's just in his head or because he is lonely.

But when his adoptive father, Derek Simon, took him into Simon's family, he locked Asher in the small shed outside the house. He wasn't allowed to leave it or go inside the house unless his adoptive father gave him explicit permission.

It was Paul, his stepbrother, who secretly unlocked the door for Asher when his father was not around. He was the only warmth Asher had in his life.

Being a child and fearing storms is normal. Asher was the same, and staying alone made it worse for him. But Derek didn't like it. He needs Asher and wanted him to be unafraid of anything.

So, he locked Asher in the shed on stormy nights. It had made Asher's fear of storm tenfold. Gradually he had just learned how to hide it from his father.

It was not like Asher wasn't looked after by Simon. Derek made sure Asher ate well, at least.

He wasn't being hurt when he was in the shed, so Asher could say that it was the closest thing he had to a safe place. It was just suffocating in summer, freezing in winter, bearable in between, and lonely all the time.

But during storms, Derek would simply lock Asher inside the shed, but other times he'd force Asher to be outside and train so that he could learn how to be resistant and powerful in any situation.

Asher would get sick often until he wouldn't anymore because his body had developed a strong immune system over time.

Derek is dead now. Asher killed him with his own hand. But the storms remind him of that now, even when he is safe and free. His fear of getting struck by lightning and the sound of the storm when he is outside is terrifying.

But thankfully, or unfortunately, he has gotten used to being close to death to a point where he doesn't fear it anymore, which is what Derek wanted.

A mindless and fearless doll he could use however he needed.

Asher was trained from six to seventeen years old or so by Derek. He stopped after that because it was pointless. Asher became stronger and more skilled than most of his trainers and had grown a high pain tolerance.

As the days went on, Asher became the feared and respected mobster, calm and collected. High temper, is impatient, very protective of his people, is smart, and is closed off, but he is a great charmer.

"Everyone is fascinated by monsters, but none would dare come close to one, let alone love it."

In the end, he had to be powerful.

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"What the f*ck?" Olivia curses as she scrolls through an Adopt a Hybrid (AAH) website link.

Name: Olivia Francis

Age: 23 years old

Gender: Female

Species: Northwestern wolf

Personality: Independent, calm yet fiery

Hobbies: hiking, video games, working out, hunting in her hybrid form

Job: fitness and taekwondo trainer

Preferred gender for adopter(s): Male

Preferred age for adopter(s): 25-30

Below attached are her pictures in human and in her hybrid form.