All Chapters of My Alpha Step-Brother Is A Ten : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Felix~I will kill my cousin.Not in the “I’m a little annoyed” way. In the “Soon I will punch him in the face because I want to…” way.Outside the Science building, Kai leans against the brick wall talking to Soren like he has all the right in the world to be in her space. She’s laughing at something he said—actually laughing—and the sound makes my wolf claw at my chest.That’s my mate.Mine. Yeah, and he knows it. I can tell by the way he looks at her, the way he positions himself just close enough to be imposing without overstepping a line. 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

~Soren~Holly is straddling Felix.Her bra is red lace and her panties match. She's raking her fingers through his hair, he's got his hands around her waist and the two of them are kissing like the world just crashed and burned.The world is ending for me.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—I make a sound. Small. Broken and sad.“Soren—” Felix begins, but I’m already moving.I turn and run.“Soren, wait!”I hear him throw Holly off, hear her indignant yelp, but I don't stop. 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.Not yet.Not until I’m safe. Safe enough to cry.I make it to my room and slam the

~Soren~I can't  sleeping.How could I? Every time I shut my eyes, I could see Georgina in the doorway. Listened to the books falling down, felt Felix's hand ripping out of my jeans so quickly I was left feeling hollow and aching.We were almost caught. Twice.Almost.The word plays on repeat in my head till my alarm rings at seven, and I have to “face the music”.To be clear, I have to face to breakfast.With Felix and both our parents.Together, in the same room.Pretending last night never took place.I want to die.I pull on jeans, buttoned this time, thank you very much and the baggiest hoodie I own. The one that makes me look like I’m drowning in fabric. Good. Maybe if I'm shapeless enough, Felix won't look at me.Maybe I won’t erupt in flames just wandering down memory lane and thinking about his hands on my skin.Fat chance.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. Point

FelixThe engine dies, and silence settles over the garage like dust.I stay on my bike a moment longer than I need to, helmet in my hands, not looking at anything.Marcus and Carter already split, peeled out 20 minutes ago bickering about where to eat. I lingered behind, taking the scenic route home, riding through streets I’ve known since I got my license at sixteen.Riding clears my head.It's just that lately it isn’t and I can’t get her out of my head these days.Soren.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.The way her foot brushed mine beneath the table when I told oherthat she was beautiful, the way she looked at me.Shit.I'm losing it.I swing off the bike and go inside, the small

~Soren~“Okay, so can you explain once again why we should know about the Hypodermic Needle Theory?”I glance up from my notes and see Indie splayed out on my bed, highlighter in one hand, phone in the other."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.To the kiss, to the way he looked at me, to the three months.“Earth to Soren!” Indie throws a pillow at me.I catc