All Chapters of Bullied By My Lycan Stepdad : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After Elizabeth and Skylar parted ways, Skylar had a free afternoon; hence she took a small trip to the bar to see CJ.“What exactly do you want to know?” CJ asked with a frown while he cleaned the counters. It was early in the afternoon, the bar was empty. Only workers cleaning could be seen.“You know what I mean… I know you have some ideas,” Skylar whispered with a frown and snatched the cleaning cloth from CJ.“Sweetheart, this isn't something you ask just anyone…come with me,” CJ remarked as he straightened up and started walking towards his office. Skylar smiled at the girl to the far left, who was busy arranging the tables.When CJ and Skylar reached the office, he closed the door and locked it. Skylar noticed how serious CJ was and knew he was aware of something.“So you think werewolves exist,” CJ said while making air quotes with his fingers. Skylar rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked to his desk.“Stop pretending…it's obvious you know something…just spill it already,” s

(Elizabeth)I walked carefully, crossing the wooden bridge. The place was isolated, hidden deep in the forest. It was late in the morning. The sun was rising causing me to shield my eyes with my hand as I walked Jared walking ahead of me.. I met Jared at the bar, it turned out he wasn't a bad person. He was a Werewolf just like me. Apparently those wolves who attacked me were rogues and his wolves.“I have my wolves, they are not here, I'm sure they would love to meet you,” he said as he walked to what I saw as a small bar attached to the living room. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked, looking around the old mansion. It was mostly on the vintage side from the outside. But once we got in. It was luxurious. “Welcome to my home,” Jared said, showing me around. I stood as I scanned the place from top to bottom. I was impressed by the interior design. I turned around and found Jared staring at me.“So, do you like it?” He asked, grinning at me. I had to say he had a beautiful smile.

(Lizzy)I looked at myself in the mirror, the dress I was wearing was a little loose but short. It was a pulled neck, I was doing this to hide my skin from the vicious monster. It seemed Mason had gone a little too far.“Granny, doesn't he have any relatives… I mean, what's he like,” I asked the old lady who just brought laundry to my room. “Dear, Mr. Wilder is a good man…your mother is lucky to have him,” the old woman said more calmly and warmly. I rolled my eyes at her words. I didn't think so. I wondered what made her say that. That man was nothing but a filthy jerk.“Was he married before…how come this house is empty…no little brother or sister or anything,” I asked, knowing full well, all humans had some sort of family background. The old lady seemed to take her time answering because she was now ironing my clothes.“Do you need anything… I'll happily get it done,” instead of answering my questions, the lady said calmly. I never knew of a person who was so calm as the old grann

(Lizzy)“Hey you” I looked up and Tara was gawking at me, of course, after that day she had been giving me a cold shoulder. “What?” She said cheekily, I didn't mind her rudeness, but smiled and handed her a cup of coffee.“You look beautiful this morning…your hair looks rich,” I said, blinking mischievously at her, her expression seemed to have softened, but she kept her arrogance as always. “What do you want Lizzy?” She asked and flipped her hair off her shoulders. I wanted to laugh because she liked compliments and I gave her some.“Well, I came in late… I'm sure the boss will need these in an hour…do…” I said while taking out some files from my purse and placing them on her desk. “Can you take these to her,” I added, and she gave me a sour look? Of course, everyone seemed to be afraid of Mason. I asked the receptionist, but she refused, “With that slutty witch there… I don't think so,” Tara said with a sarcastic scoff and picked up her phone. I was taken aback by her words.“Um

(Lizzy)I escaped from the bloodthirsty wolves, limping on one paw with blood dripping from my neck. My eyes were blurry. I managed to escape, but I was injured. My wolf was little and couldn't take the torture. The forest was dark and thickened with fog. The trees in the forest were malady-brown. Grains of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. The loud howls haunted the sooty coppices, salivating over their prey and smearing the blood over their heavy faces. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshiped the darkness rather than the light. I was in wolf form, I could smell it all, my paws digging deep into the muddy puddles as I galloped away seeking a safe place to hide. In the dense shadows, spiders clutched their snare strings. My alert eyes picked up the sounds, even the littlest ones. My little wolf was getting exhausted. It wasn't like most times I got the strength to run throughout the night.This time it was diffe