All Chapters of HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ivy's POV.The announcement had caught me off guard. Lunch was already over when the speakers crackled to life, calling my name and instructing me to report to the principal’s office.I didn’t understand why. I hadn’t done anything, at least, nothing that would warrant a trip to the office. My heart pounded as I made my way through the hallway, my mind racing through every possibility. Maybe it was about my grades? No, that didn’t make sense. Maybe it was about Aaron? But why would the principal care about that?By the time I reached the office, my palms were slightly clammy. Taking a breath, I knocked once before pushing the door open.Principal Gladstone was seated at her desk, but she wasn’t alone.Two unfamiliar figures sat across from her. A man and a woman, both dressed sharply in dark suits. There was something official about them, something that immediately put me on edge. The woman had her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and the man had the kind of expression that ma

Ivy's POV I didn’t want to go. Every part of me resisted, a heavy weight settling in my chest at the thought of spending the day pretending everything was fine, especially around Amari. After what happened with Brandon again, I could barely look at her without heavy guilt twisting inside me.But when Amari showed up at my house, practically glowing with excitement, I knew I had no way out.She hugged me the second I stepped outside, squeezing my arm like we were best friends. “Come on, Ivy! You look like you’re heading to your execution, not a fun date.”I forced a smile, my jaw tight. “I’m just tired.”“Well, this will wake you up.” She grinned, bouncing on her heels. “Treasure hunt at the fun park. It’s gonna be amazing.”Amazing. Right.With no excuse strong enough to get me out of it, I found myself in the backseat of Brandon’s car as we drove toward the fun park.The place was massive, a mix of carnival rides, neon-lit game booths, and themed escape rooms scattered throughout.

Brandon's POV.The moment we stepped into the house, Ivy and her mom started gushing about Aaron like he was the greatest thing to ever happen to her.I barely had one foot through the door before her mom’s eyes landed on the massive teddy bear in Ivy’s arms. Her reaction was instant, her face lit up, and she practically squealed, clapping her hands together like an overly excited schoolgirl.“Oh my God, Ivy, this is adorable! He won this for you?”Ivy nodded, shifting the bear slightly in her arms, a small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, he’s actually really sweet.”Sweet.I tightened my grip around my keys, the metal digging into my palm as my jaw locked in place.Her mom wasn’t done. “I like him already,” she continued, her voice full of genuine excitement. “And he likes you, too. You can see it all over his face. This boy is head over heels.”Ivy hummed softly, trailing her fingers absentmindedly through the teddy bear’s fur. There was a pause, just long enough for s

77.Brandon's POV.Burning the damn teddy bear had been stupid and petty. But after watching Aaron kiss her, after seeing the way she let him, I had lost every rational bone in my body.I barely remembered getting home. Barely remembered storming toward the incinerator, shoving that ridiculous stuffed thing into the flames, and watching it disintegrate into nothing but blackened scraps and rising smoke.The satisfaction had been fleeting.Now, all I had left was Ivy standing in my room, fuming, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at me like she wanted to strangle me.All this over a stupid teddy bear.I exhaled sharply, leaning against the weight rack, my expression impassive. “It was ugly. Hurting my eyes just sitting there.” I glanced at her, completely unbothered. “I’ll buy you a better one. More expensive.”Her nostrils flared, her entire body vibrating with anger. “It’s not about the price, Brandon!” Her voice shook, raw with frustration. “It was a gift. From someone who act

Maybe I needed the word slut branded permanently on my head.I wanted to believe it had only happened because he blackmailed me. That was the easy excuse. The logical one. But deep down, I knew better. When he touched me, when he looked at me like I was his, like I had always been his, I didn’t resist the way I should have.I tried not to think about it, but how could I? We lived under the same roof. Every morning, I had to see him at breakfast, pretending everything was normal. We drove to school together in suffocating silence. He existed in every part of my daily life, unaffected, like nothing had happened.But for me? It felt like I was drowning.Days passed, but the weight in my chest never lifted. I wasn’t even hungry tonight, but skipping dinner wasn’t an option. My mother hated when I didn’t eat properly. So, I sat at the dining table, barely pushing food around my plate, trying to ignore Brandon’s presence across from me.I had almost succeeded, until I heard my name.“Aaron