Semua Bab My Alpha Step-Brother Is A Ten : Bab 11 - Bab 20

~Felix~ I will kill my cousin. Outside the Science building, Kai leans against the brick wall talking to Soren. She’s laughing at something he said and the sound makes my wolf claw at my chest. That’s my mate. He knows , I can tell by the way he looks at her, the way he positions himself just close enough. Kai has always been good at drawing lines and then dancing right along the edge of them. “Dude, you’re staring,” Marcus says, elbowing me. I pry my eyes away, my jaw clenched so tightly I might crack a molar. “I’m not staring.” “You have been staring at her for ten minutes,” Carter adds, grinning like this is the funniest thing ever. “At your step-sister. Which is weird, by the way.” If only we knew just how much stranger it actually is . “She’s talking to Kai,” I say, as though that should explain anything. Marcus peeks over his shoulder, then back at me. “So? Kai talks to everyone.” “Not like that.” “Like what?” “Forget it,” I say, grabbing my bag. “I ha

~Soren~ Holly is straddling Felix. She's raking her fingers through his hair, he's got his hands around her waist and the two of them are kissing. I can’t breathe. Can’t move. There’s nothing I can do except stand there, soaking rainwater and feeling my heart shatter from the inside out. Then Felix’s eyes snap to mine. He freezes. For one dreadful moment, we just look at each other. His hands are still on Holly’s hips. His lips are still swollen from kissing her. And I— “Soren—” Felix begins, but I’m already moving. I turn and run. “Soren, wait!” I dash down the corridor, the soles of my shoes wet squeaking against the wood, my eyes watering from the tears I won’t permit myself to shed. I make it to my room and slam the door, lock it. My hands are shaking too much. I can hardly turn the deadbolt. Then I slide down the door and unfold. The sobs come fast and hard, bursting out of me. After all that — after the party kiss, after all the motorcycle rides and he f

~Soren~ Last night was hell, my mind kept me awake till 2 AM. I take an early shower to clear my head and pull on jeans, buttoned this time,. Drawn by the scent of coffee and fancy breakfast dishes I hasten up before Mom will start screaming my name like a banshee. The dining room is huge. Pointlessly huge. A 12-seat table for a family of four and It’s absurd. Donovan is at the head of the table, reading something on his tablet. Georgina is to his right, scrolling through her phone with a cup of coffee in her hand. She’s in a silk robe that likely costs more than all of my clothes combined. And Felix, because, you know, the universe hates me or something, Felix is sitting opposite me. And he’s wearing a fitted black t-shirt the type that had me salivating over all the muscles he worked for hours to get at the gym. His hair is still wet from a shower, slicked back off his forehead, and his eyes meet mine when I come in. My stomach flips. I immediately look away and slide

Felix The engine dies, and silence settles over the garage like dust. Even now, as I sit in the garage, surrounded by chrome and leather and the smell of gasoline, I’m thinking about how she looked this morning at breakfast. Hair still wet from her shower. That giant sweater hoodie thing that somehow makes her look smaller and softer and way too tempting. Shit. I'm losing it. I swing off the bike and go inside, the small bag I brought with me from the boutique downtown still in my hand. I came across it after practice, a place Marcus's girlfriend named once. I got a midnight blue dress for Soren. I'm heading up the stairs when I hear music coming from one of the rooms. The door is cracked, and I spy her through it, perched at this enormous vanity that seems like it could be on display in a museum. Lights all around the mirror, makeup laying about. "Felix?" Georgina slaps my reflection in the mirror. "Is that you?" "Yeah," I say, edging in the doorway. "Sorry. Didn'

~Soren~ “Okay, so can you explain once again why we should know about the Hypodermic Needle Theory?” I glance up from my notes. "Because Professor Reynolds said it's going to be on the midterm," Jazz replies from her perch on the floor, buried in textbooks. “The theory that the media is injecting messages right into the veins of passivity in audiences like a needle.” “That sounds fake,” Indie mutters. “It is fake. That’s why we’re studying it, to see how media theory developed.” “I hate Communications.” “You picked Communications.” “My past self was an idiot.” I can’t help but grin as I scribble notes on the two-step flow model. We’ve been at this for an hour, and I’m not remembering much. My brain keeps wandering back to Felix. “Earth to Soren!” Indie throws a pillow at me. I catch it. “What?” “I wanted to know if you “got the difference between two people talking to one another and people talking to millions of people?” or if you were just putting on theater