All Chapters of Alpha’s Halfling Mate: Branded By My Sister’s Death : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sireen’s POV“Damn. She literally begged you. So what did you tell her?” Camilla asks, eyes wide with interest and ears perking up as she crosses her arms under her legendary boobs, causing my eyes to stray there.I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I think back to my interaction with Elowen yesterday. “She didn’t beg,” I say and stand upright, taking a step away from the entrance door of the class for someone to pass through where Camilla and I are standing chatting. “She needs it just as much as I do, I guess, so I told her I was going to think about it.”“This is messy.” Camilla drags the word out, adding more strain to the tension I’m already in.Even if I already know, I still ask. “Why do you say that?”Camilla untucks her hands to gesticulate as she explains. “It’s Trevor’s grandmother we’re speaking of, not just some random old woman in a facility. You’ll be going to her estate almost every day, so Trevor is definitely going to find out. You shouldn’t care though. It’s no

Trevor’s POVSchool ended two fucking hours ago, but after swallowing my ego, I’m walking in its direction. Okay, maybe not simply walking, more like fast paced walking. After ignoring all six of the lecturer's calls, I finally yielded when Kristy pressed that I had been summoned by the dean.The only reason why I am now pushing the entrance door open with a grunt and padding the empty hallway is because I don’t want them to take their inability to reach me as an excuse to call my parents instead. Seeing as I wasn’t in school for most of the day and didn’t have enough time to find out what is going on from Kristy, I don’t fully know what to expect. I’ve been unwillingly dragged into several dramas lately, but I’m about to find out which one has led to this meeting. Whatever it is, I just hope Sireen is not there.With a knock on the office door, I’m asked to come in, and I breathe lightly as I push open and prepare to make whatever this is quickly go away.I’m stopped in my tracks whe

Sireen’s POVIf someone gave me an option, I think I would have taken a dream or an intruder over this, but no. Trevor is really standing across me, looking angry, and sexy as hell.He has on a black singlet on matching sweatpants and socks over flops, and one thing that’s running through my head is that he looks rather at home. Other than what he’s wearing, my eyes fall to his arms. From a little above his wrists to right below his elbows, dark intricate lines form patterns around his arms. I didn’t know Trevor had tattoos, but then again, I have only ever seen him in hoodies or long sleeves.I don’t get enough time to study the art more before he inches closer to me, but his steps are wobbly. My eyes dart from the bottle in his hand to the broken glass on the floor and back to his face.“You’re drunk,” I state the obvious, but that’s not what he wants to hear.“And I also asked you a question. What are you doing here?”Through my tied tongue and mess of a brain, I scramble for somet

Sireen’s POVWhat snaps me out of my little moment with Enzo is a second limb vibration from his phone, and I turn to face a hedge, my hands coming to the ground beside me to touch some much needed grass.“This is for you,” Enzo says, putting his phone up, and I see the text I sent to Elowen, only now, she has responded. My heart slows in my chest as I dust my hands against each other and reach for the phone, biting my lower lip nervously. I read her response quietly. [I’m sorry, but I have to disagree with you, Sireen. I can’t let you do that. We should meet.]As if the phone is tied to a hot pot of coal, I hand it back to Enzo and release a frustrated sigh. He doesn’t have to ask before I tell him. “She says she won’t let me quit.”Enzo chuckles. “I haven’t seen where that has happened before. Rejecting your resignation. What are you going to do?”I shrug, remembering the way Trevor looked at me. How he acted. There is no faking a dislike such as that. I can’t endure hatred when w

Trevor’s POVI didn’t know who to blame for the cluster fuck of a situation I found myself in.Sireen? That would be the easiest, but it could also have been Mom or Grandma Lily. Or was it the three of them altogether? Whoever it was, they had successfully screwed me over.Mom couldn’t convince me to apologize to Sireen for throwing her out, the same way I couldn’t convince her not to re-hire her.In her words, “This is your grandmother’s house, and you have no authority over anyone here. If it’s too much trouble for you, you can easily pack your things and come back home.”Funny how she now cared about me coming back home, but that display was not enough reason to go back and resume the position of disappointment of the century. I wanted to be with Grandma Lily, and I had no intention of returning to the same house as Dad and Mom, so I had to put up with Sireen’s presence all over the house.She came back, torturing me with her existence, her trail, and even her absence. Since that f