Chapter 003: You’re No Longer A Prude

BLAIR’S POV

I stirred awake, squinting my eyes at the sun rays coming through the window. A yawn escaped my lips as my body stretched against the bed.

Wait!

This bed felt different.

My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright, the bedsheet slipping down my bare shoulders. I looked down, and my eyes widened when I saw that I was naked!

I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled the covers up to my chest, my gaze darting around the unfamiliar room.

And soon, I spotted my clothes scattered on the floor.

Oh, my goddess, I thought, panicking.

How did I get here? What did I do?

My heart pounded as bits of memories flashed through my mind.

I remembered the bar. The drinks. That guy, the one with piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous smile.

I remembered kissing him. I remembered wanting him. But the rest? I couldn’t remember the details. I couldn’t remember how I even got here.

Shit!

Did I really do it? Did I actually have sex with a complete stranger?

Embarrassment flooded me, and I closed my eyes, wishing this was a dream. When I opened them, I was still in the same room, and I threw my head back, cursing the shots I had taken.

So, I lost my virginity to him, and I didn’t even know his name?

And now, he was gone without a trace.

I had been so desperate to prove something to Jaxon, and that made me throw away something I once thought was special. And for what?

To prove that I was not a prude?

I felt ridiculous just thinking about it. Why did I have to get so drunk?

Before I could answer the question, a small paper at the bedside caught my eyes.

I stared at it for a while before reaching for it with shaky fingers.

“You're no longer a prude. – K”

That was all that was written on it.

I stared at the note, not sure what to think. So, he had left this and his name started with K.

I flushed.

What if he was a student? What if I ran into him again?

Would I even recognize him?

I pushed my tangled hair back, exhaling shakily as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My screen lit up, and I saw that it was 9:30 AM.

Goddess!

I needed to get out of here.

I hurriedly got out of the bed, my heart pounding as I scrambled to gather my clothes. My hands shook as I put on my jeans, barely able to focus on buttoning them up.

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered.

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to meet my mom, her mate, who was going to be my stepdad, and new stepbrother today.

The meeting was by 10 AM, but here I was in the campus inn.

I needed to get home. Fast.

Without a second thought, I rushed out of the inn. The bartender from last night was still there and I felt so embarrassed as I ran out.

By the time I made it back to my apartment building, I was breathless.

I barely spared myself a glance in the mirror before jumping into the shower, scrubbing my skin hard as if I could wash away the bad decisions of the past twelve hours.

Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in fresh clothes, my hair pulled into a messy ponytail.

And in another five minutes, I was already in a taxi, speeding toward home.

As I leaned back against the seat, I exhaled heavily.

I thought about my new family, especially my stepbrother. This was actually the first time I was thinking about him or what he could be like because my whole life had been consumed by Jaxon until yesterday.

I had no idea what to expect from my stepbrother. I didn’t even know his name or what he looked like.

My mom had met his father two months ago during one of her medical outreach programs. He was a Lycan King, and apparently, fate had worked its magic—he imprinted on her instantly.

According to mom, it had all been so sudden, but I didn’t necessarily hate the idea of her being with someone again.

My dad died ten years ago, and ever since, it had just been the two of us. So, if this man made her happy, then fine. I was happy for them.

But I assumed she would eventually move into his pack. That would have made sense. What didn’t make sense was his son suddenly moving in with us.

Why?

I sighed, staring out the window as I wondered what kind of person my stepbrother was. Was he a stuck-up, entitled Lycan prince? Or worse—someone like Jaxon?

I barely had time to think about it before the taxi pulled up to the house.

I stepped out, adjusting my bag over my shoulder, and walked inside.

“Hi, Mom,” I greeted, spotting her in the living room.

She looked up with a warm smile. “Blair.” She pulled me into a tight hug.

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured. “I had… a few things to do.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart,” she assured me. “We haven’t been waiting long.”

I turned to my stepdad, who stood beside her, watching me with a calm expression.

“Hi, Robert.” I gave him a polite hug.

“Good to see you, Blair.” His voice was deep but kind.

Then my mom turned toward the staircase.

“Kade! Come downstairs. Blair’s here.”

“Give me a minute,” a masculine voice shouted back.

I paused.

That voice was familiar.

I knew that voice somehow.

My heart started to pound as heavy footsteps descended the staircase.

Slowly, and with a coil in my stomach, I turned to meet my step-brother.

And there he was.

Standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at me with those familiar blue eyes, was the last person I ever expected to see again.

K!

The guy from last night.