003| Wicked Plans

JUDE

Another scoff left my lips as I thought about my new stepsister.

Mena.

She could've at least been someone more fun to be around. But no—she was all stuck up, which made no sense since, according to Dad, she was an omega who lived in like a shack or something with her father before he died some weeks ago.

Or something like that.

What did she have to be so arrogant about? She was a nobody.

This whole situation was ridiculous, and I was seriously considering moving out. My father went too far, bringing that woman's daughter into our home. I couldn't stand his wife and he knew it, and now, he wanted to rub more salt into my wound with her daughter hanging around the place.

It wasn't enough that he and that wife of his had caused my mother to kill herself because she couldn't handle it when she found out about their affair? No, that wasn't enough. He married the bitch, made her the Luna of Black Dawn, and now, her daughter wanted to play the part of the perfect little sister.

Fuck, I needed a drink.

A strong one.

But before I could reach the party where my friends were all waiting for me, my phone started ringing and I already knew it was my father before I even glanced at the caller ID. I took a deep breath, contemplating whether I should answer him or not.

Well, better now than later.

"Jude," he said as soon as I answered, "You were rude. I don't know if you understand just how badly you behaved!"

"Spare me, Dad. I warned you. I don't give a fuck about Ursula's daughter."

"Mena is an intelligent, well-bred, and sensible young woman who'd be a great influence on you, Jude. Why do you do this? Why do you act like that?”

I snorted. "What positive influence will a sibling have on me now? I don’t give a shit about any of this. Also, move her to another room. I don't need to share the bathroom with someone I barely know."

"Jude," he began angrily, and that was how I knew he meant business, "if you continue acting this way, you're out!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You won't be alpha. I'll put someone else in your place. Someone from the syndicate."

My car screeched to a halt and I parked near the side of the road, breathing harshly as anger washed over me. "You're seriously threatening me because of her? I'm your son! What the fuck is she to you!?"

"According to the law, she's my daughter now, too," he calmly explained. I couldn't stand how calm my father was. It pissed me off nine times out of ten. "And you'll treat her as a sister, Jude, or by the goddess and everything I hold dear to me, I'll disown you, and then we'll see what you're going to do."

He ended the call and I needed several minutes to calm the fuck down. My head spun with bottled-up rage. I thought about that girl and all I saw was red.

What the fuck was wrong with my father?

How could he be so blind? So whipped?

If I hated Ursula before, I had no words for what I felt for her now. And her daughter?

I continued to the party, and I was so distracted that I blinked and I had arrived. I was even parking the car. It was a wonder I hadn't crashed the car.

My mood stank like shit, and my desire to party and have fun had disappeared along with my need to interact with my friends.

The first person I saw was Cardo. He was our beta's son and my best friend, who was bound to be my beta when I became alpha. Well, I should've said if, because now, nothing was certain, and my father wanted to disown me if I didn't behave.

How dare he choose her over me? He didn't even fucking know her.

"Someone's in a shitty mood," Cardo commented as soon as he saw me. I immediately headed over to the bar and poured myself a drink.

Most parties were held at Cardo's place. His father was rarely around, as my father usually sent him to meetings and discussions with other packs and his mother died when his little sister was around five.

He joined me at the bar, eyes glued to my face. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"Stay in your fucking lane, Cardo."

"Sheesh," Diego laughed as he joined us. "What's going on?"

"Something must have happened," commented Tommy. "You're never like this."

I took a deep breath. I told them about Ursula's daughter showing up, but these guys didn't know the extent of my suffering where my mother was concerned. They knew the facts but they didn't get it, and why would they? It wasn't their mother, and they were obligated by nature to love my father and respect him no matter what because he was their alpha.

I had to get that off my chest, though, because it was killing me.

"My new stepsister arrived today."

They reacted the way I expected them to—like a bunch of animals. They were hooting and hollering, making a whole lot of noise that made my head hurt. Tommy was the only sensible one. "So, if you're mad, it means things didn't go according to plan?"

I gulped the whiskey down and savored the feeling of it burning all the way down my throat. "Let's just say we have nothing in common. I can't stand women like her."

Cardo asked, "But you'll...surely you're going to have some fun with her?"

A smirk curved my lips, but I didn't answer his question. Cardo hit my arm and said, "Pass her over to me when you're done, will you?"

"You can fucking have her. Good luck."

"But what's the problem?" Tommy questioned. He was also born from betas, as his mother was Cardo's aunt. He was really good at figuring things out.

"My father," I admitted. "He's acting like she's the goddess reincarnated or something. It's pissing me the fuck off."

I remembered the way he spoke to me earlier and felt another wave of anger washing over me. "It's no issue, though. I'll show him she's just like her mother. There's nothing saintly about her. Well-bred and sensible. Give me a break."

Cardo poured me another drink. A group of girls wanted to approach us, but Diego walked away from us and told them to join us another time. I had to get this off my chest first.

"What’s on your mind?"

I answered, "Oh, a lot. We'll see what he thinks about my little stepsister when I have her bent over, ass in the air, with my dick buried deep inside of her."

Cardo laughed and so did Diego, but Tommy kept watching me with his deep, dark eyes. He looked like a fucking beast sometimes, but I appreciated him for it. I made eye contact with him and nodded, as if confirming this to myself.

"Is this really worth your time?" Tommy asked.

"Pissing my father off is never a waste of time, especially when he thinks he can humiliate me because of a stranger." I gulped the rest of the whiskey down, and I felt good enough to face the party now and push all this aside. "I've got a great idea. He doesn't know what's coming his way."

Neither did Mena Fucking Averette, for that matter.