Chapter 5
Hardin's POV
The last thing I could have imagined would ever happen after the long tiring day at school was looking up to find Jasmine watching me fuck one of my flings, Doreen or Delilah or whatever her name was.
One minute, she wasn't there and the next she was, her eyes wide as she watched me.
I had realized that she didn't seem to notice that I had caught her watching and decided to give her a show to see if she would flee.
The little bitch hadn't and she had watched me till the very end, her big green eyes wide and curious, and her rosy lips slightly parted like she was seeing someone being fucked for the first time.
Why she looked so surprised and embarrassed when she was probably getting fucked frequently was beyond me.
I had to teach her a lesson about not minding her business as soon as possible. It seemed as though she had forgotten that I didn't want her and her opportunistic mother in my house because I had been silent for a week.
My silence was because I wanted her to lay her guard down. I wanted her and her mother to think they had won. I wanted my father to truly believe that his warning to stay away from his precious new family had gotten through my thick skull.
She would have to explain why she suddenly thought she could barge into my room whenever she pleased.
Perhaps, she truly believed she was now a part of the family since she had moved into the mansion with her mother and had gotten a room next to mine. "I'd show her what happened to people who crossed me." I muttered inwardly.
As I closed my eyes in the shower, hearing my warning alarm that I was going to be late for school, her face appeared in my mind and I instantly hardened.
She looked so innocent, so out of place in my room last night as she watched us.
A farce. She was pretending. I was very sure of it.
Making a mental note to ensure that I made her life a living hell even if it was outside school, I stared in shock later at lunch when I entered the cafeteria to not only see people sitting around her, but she and Nadia were sitting on the popular table.
On my table.
It made me see red and I marched towards the table, slamming my palm with a growl that made everyone else seated flinch.
"What is this thing doing here?" I pointed towards Jasmine and the crowd who had been bombarding her with questions about being the daughter of Russo, suddenly fell silence and Jasmine tried to look away, her eyes widening in fear.
It was clear that she had not expected anything from me but peace.
When I looked at the rest of my gang that sat on the table and they all avoided my stare, I knew one of them must have invited her over.
Well, whoever did had done a brilliant job.
Walking to her, I bent down and smiled.
"Rooftop. Now. Or would you prefer that we had our conversation here?"
Quickly shaking her head, she followed me upstairs to the roof.
"Don't you have something to say to me, Scott?" I snapped when she kept staring at me without saying a single word and she flinched, her eyes watering already.
"I didn't mean to come into your room, I swear. I just wanted to invite you for dinner." She stuttered and I scoffed.
Oh, she was playing this pretend game very well.
"So you came into my room to invite me for dinner?"
She nodded and I took one threatening step forward, enjoying how she took a step back, intimidated by me.
"And when you saw that I was busy, why did you not leave?"
Her eyes widened further and I grinned, knowing that I was right. She had indeed been watching us. Jasmine Scott was a little whore besides other things.
"I didn't mean to. Please, can we not talk about this?" She whispered, her face turning red and I growled, pulling her to me by grabbing her arm.
"So, not only do you enter my room, without permission, watch me when I'm fucking like a pervert, you are also entertaining fans already? Using the Morales name to gain friends since you're so pathetic enough, you couldn't get a decent one before? You little shit!"
She whimpered, trying and failing to release herself from my grip and as she opened her mouth to respond, the bell rang for the end of recess.
"Please let me go" She whispered.
"Don't ever sit on that table again, do you hear me? You don't belong there. Not in school and not in my father's house either." I spat and when I released her arm, she fled without turning back, disappearing down the flight of stairs.
As I went home, I wondered what would be the best way to deal with her for entering into my room.
Deciding to play tit for tat, I smiled miscIhievously as I climbed up the flight of stairs and passed by her room.
Since she thought it was cute to barge into my room as she pleased, I was going to do the same and I would drop a little present too. To remind her of her place.
Ignoring the housekeeper when she told me that Camila had invited me out for dinner yet again–I needed her to give me a break and give up already. I stepped out and got a dead mouse, bidding my time till nightfall after dinner.
Using a pin to unlock her doorknob when I found it locked, I entered her room and headed straight to her bed to drop her present, grinning from ear to ear as I imagined how horrified she would be when she found her gift.
Looking around the room, I was about to leave when I heard the shower running.
Jasmine was in?
Curious, I tiptoed into the hallway of the bathroom and my mouth fell open in shock as I watched her hum under the shower, naked as the day she was born.
And fuck.
I had always wondered what she looked like beneath those decent clothes that she wore. To my amazement, she was curvier than I would have imagined.
My dick twitched as I looked at her tits and I fought the urge to bring out my dick and stroke it right there.
Rushing out of her room, I groaned and pulled off my clothes, entering the shower.
I tried to remind myself of why I hated Jasmine Scott and I rubbed my hands around the soap bar but it didn't stop my mind from imagining what would happen if she offered to suck my cock.
It didn't stop me from wondering how her tits would taste. Or her pussy.
"Fuck!" I growled, allowing the fantasy to take shape even though just the thought of Jasmine Scott made my blood boil.
I imagined her in a little skirt like the one she had worn as she stood awkwardly in my bedroom, kneeling in front of me, her breasts nearly spilling from a tiny top like the ones bitches at school usually wore to get my attention, the swell of it going up and down in a steady rhythm.
"Fuck you, Jasmine." I whispered as I gave in to the imagination.
I gripped my dick, remembering how her big green eyes had widened at the sheer size of it and imagined her not running away but moving even closer to wrap her hand around it.
I sucked in a deep breath, beating my cock faster and groaned as I imagined her taking the tip into her mouth.
Resting my head against the bathroom tiles as the water poured down on me, I moaned as I imagined her, taking more of my cock. My thoughts threatened to splinter as I rocked back and forth into my hand, groaning and moving even faster.
"Yes, fuck. Yes" I imagined her grabbing my ass and moving even faster, my dick in and out of her mouth and it felt so good. So good that when I visualized hitting the back of her throat, I growled. The orgasm had hit me like a train and I groaned as I came in hot spurts over my hand.
Doing this did not change my feelings towards Jasmine. I saw her for what she was and she was just like those other girls. Perhaps she was even worse.
But maybe I could use that to my advantage. I didn't want anything more than to fuck this need for her out of my system.
As I wrapped a towel around my waist, my plans for revenge took a new turn. I would make her life a living hell and still get what I wanted from her.
Her pussy milking my cock.
It sounded like a fair deal, considering what she and her mother had done to ensnare my father, and I smirked in delight.
Chapter 6Jasmine's POV"He didn't come down today either?" Russo, Hardin's father asked as we sat down to have dinner in the dining hall.I saw my mother shrug but knew that she would be upset the most because she was trying her hardest to reach out to Hardin and I hated Hardin even more.Today at school, he had publicly embarrassed me after one of his friends had lied and said I could sit with them at their table since I was Hardin's family.Well, I couldn't blame them. I blamed myself for being naive and thinking that the order had come from him directly when he didn't even want to go to school or come back with me.I shivered as I remembered the confused look in his eyes when he saw me there before it turned to rage. Pure unadulterated rage."What is this thing doing here?" He had asked and no one, not even Alex, his friend who had invited me to the table could stand up for me and explain to them that I was not there of my own accord.But then again, Hardin was the king of the sch
Chapter 7Jasmine's POVThe next day at breakfast, I was helping my mother set up the table when Hardin suddenly came down to the dining hall.My mother looked like she had seen a ghost and perhaps she had because since we moved in to the house, Hardin had refused to eat with us, choosing to either eat in his room or go out to eat which I knew had made my mother very distressed and sad about how he had not still accepted her."Oh, Hardin, it is a pleasure to have you join us for breakfast. Please sit." She had said."Thanks." He replied, his voice deep in a way that made me shiver and I kept staring at him, unable to look away.His ebony hair was damp, indicating that he had just showered and as the shirt he wore hugged his biceps paired with loose fitting pants, I could not deny that Hardin Morales was probably one of the most gorgeous male I had ever laid eyes on.But then, that gorgeousness meant nothing when I remembered that behind that face and body was someone who hated me and
Chapter 8Hardin's POVHeading straight for the shower after leaving Jasmine's room, I removed my clothes and rested my head against the wall as the rivulets of hot water poured down on my back.My mind wondered back to the horror in Jasmine's eyes, the way her body had bucked up in fear and how she had tried to flee from me, her eyes confused and scared when I touched her and I wondered if she was a virgin.Had I been her first? Was that why she had been so resistant of me? Or was it because I was her step brother?I didn't understand why instead of satisfaction from watching her squirm and beg me for mercy, from watching her body react to me even though she did not want to, from feeling that tight wetness and seeing those large tits, I was feeling guilty for what I had done.Why in the hell was I feeling like I should not have done that to her?She deserved it. She deserved everything that had gone down tonight and even the rat yesterday. Her innocent eyes could not deceive me. She
Chapter 9Jasmine's POVI looked at myself in the mirror and what stared back at me was a horrified, extremely sad girl.How my life had drastically changed in the couple of hours following my mother's departure with Russo for the weekend still felt like a dream. I wanted to wake up and find out that everything was just one horrid nightmare. But like the dead rat and the note in blood that Hardin had left on my bed, it was real.Hardin had done all of those things to me, each time without remorse or care.He had touched me and my body had shamefully responded even though I hated everything. Even though I begged him to stop. And then he had put his...I could not even say it. Just thinking about it made me sick.And then he had paraded me in front of his friends like a slave and even made me to call him master after bringing them food by the pool.I didn't know what to do. I felt like pulling my hair out. Perhaps I had pulled it during the night when I was asleep, if I could even call
Chapter 10Hardin's POVOne of the advantages of the fact that my father had built his mansion in the woods, was the expanse of land that we were surrounded by. It was easy to shift and run in the woods. It was also easy to get some exercise in it, if you wanted to do it outside and if there was one things wolves hated, it was feeling claustrophobic.I had just finished running and I stood in the clearing behind our house where I had set two goal posts and lined the field with chalk.We had a lacrosse game coming up soon against the neighboring town and as the captain, it would be a damn shame to be out of form and lose the game when we had managed to retain our winning streaks since the season started.As I removed my shirt and threw it on the grass, I picked up the lacrosse stick and ball and stood in the center of the field that I had created and demarcated, ready to train when my mind went to Jasmine.With the way she had looked at me when our parents had returned from their trip
Chapter 11Jasmine's POVThere was a knock on the door to my room and I wiped my eyes quickly, turning and ready to tear into Hardin if he was the one.I was terrified of him and what he could do to me but I did not deserve any of this.And if he was coming here to rub in the fact that he had yet again succeeded in ruining my life with that useless rumor, then he would be in for a surprise because I would not cower.And it didn't matter what the consequences would be this time because what had he not already done?The door opened and when Nadia stepped in, with her smile hesitant, I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding and sniffed, more tears rolling down my eyes.Her face softened and she opened her arms wide as she ran to pull me into a hug."Oh, my sweet friend, I'm so sorry. I brought those cookies that you like so much." She said gently.Pulling back, I widened my eyes."You did?" I said tearfully and she nodded, cleaning my eyes with her hand and leading me towards
Chapter 12Jasmine's POV"Maybe I should not have come to school," Was the first thing I thought to myself when I stepped inside the hallway.But I was so desperate to prove to myself, to Hardin and the entire school that they did not break me, especially after what had happened in the hallway yesterday, and then when he had abandoned me in the closet, crying my eyes out.I had gone straight home immediately, afraid that I would be harassed some more or worse, have to explain to Nadia why I looked like I had cried my eyeballs out and was worried that I would not be able to keep it a secret.My mother had come up to visit me when I had refused to come down, worried that I would not be able to eat if Hardin was sitting at that table and stomach the smirk on his face for making me cum even though it was without my consent and made me absolutely disgusted by myself.I hated him so much for making me unable to tell my mother the truth like I had always done growing up, because I was worrie
Chapter 13Jasmine's POVMaybe it was because I was sitting on the floor, my hands holding my face that I was sure was turning red. But Hardin looked larger than life where he stood, his hands folded as he raised his eyebrows in question.He looked like a predator in that moments, his eyes narrowing at the scene in front of him and his expression stoic in a way that was threatening and made me swallow nervously.I wanted to believe that he was truly aware of Dahlia's involvement in spearheading the spread of the rumour about me throwing myself at him but from the way his eyes watched Dahlia and the way her face paled in fear as she looked at him, I doubted that it was."Hardin, it's not what it looks like." Dahlia started but when Hardin raised a hand, she fell silent."The rest of you, get out." He said calmly and immediately, all the other girls ran away, looking relieved that they would not be here to witness whatever was about to happen.Dahlia was about to move when Hardin raise
CHAPTER 80~Jasmine.Sinking into the rocking chair, I racked my brain for a new lullaby to sing, as I had already sung the ones I had at the top of my fingers. I looked down at the little infant who was yawning out of tiredness yet had refused to fall asleep.I smiled as I rubbed his little nose, just when I had thought I had known love, someone little came to remind me of how big it is. He had these sparkly blue eyes just like his Dad and with the way he was fighting so hard not to yield into sleep, I bet he would be as stubborn as his father is.A new relaxing poem rushed into my brain and just as I began humming the lyrics and rocking to its tune, the door to the room opened and Hardin walked in.“He still hasn't fallen asleep?” He whispered as he gently closed the door behind him and I shook my head in negation, “Ugh, he is as stubborn as his mother,” he said in mock annoyance and rolled his eyes.“As stubborn as me?” I asked, and he chuckled and gave me a light kiss on the lips
HardinJasmine had said that she loved me, and had helped me walk through the phase where I had to get over mom’s death especially after hearing that it was all for a petty revenge, and all of her actions threw it at my face that I had done nothing, and was rather banking at the fact that she had easily let all my sins slide. But it was not what I wanted. The only problem being that at the moment, I was still lost on what to do. I still felt guilty, because every everytime that I told her how sorry I was, she said that everything was fine and that she had really forgiven me. Camila and Russo had also mentioned about how I was probably acting out of ignorance and had accepted that I was set to turn a new leaf. The joy in the house had returned, and Camila and Russo had planned so many dates for me and Jasmine to get better than we already were. Thanks to them, it was working really well. Everything at home did feel like it was working perfectly well, if my wolf did not keep haunting
JasmineThe moment those words had left my mouth, I wanted to cringe. Feeling stupid, I wrenched my hand away from his and ran as far as I could. Acting as the best man there is in the world, did not feel enough to me, to make up for all Hardin had done. My heart might have flustered a little after Hardin's words, but my vengeful conscience was not a very forgiving person. His words had moved me for a moment, but going back to our past and all that Hardin had put me through, I just couldn't find myself forgiving him so easily, especially over spoken words. Was I supposed to just give in, and welcome him back? What if he decided to go against his words one day, I would be the one hurting and not him. "But he's proven himself to you Jasmine, he's your mate" my wolf reminded me but I wasn't listening. Being my mate was not enough of an excuse to buy him forgiveness. Had I not been his mate, would he have felt sorry that he tortured and harassed me all these while? If for anything, Ha
Chapter 77JasmineOut of the corner of my eye, I only caught wisps of dissipating smoke, when out of nowhere a massive caramel blur moving at a high speed slammed into the oncoming beast to send it crashing backwards to the trees.A positively huge wolf covered in familiar brown colored fur prowled around in the middle of the clearing. I did a double take at this newcomer and only then had I recognized it was Hardin. They circled each other for several moments before leaping at once. Possessing greater body mass in his current form, Lorenzo pushed the brown wolf backwards. But in a show of skill that convinced me that it was definitely Hardin, the brown wolf fell on its back and kicked the black one over it.Rolling onto his feet, he dashed after the beast, biting and clawing at everywhere he found entry until Lorenzo threw out an attack that made Hardin retreat. I continued watching in terror as Lorenzo lunged at him to grab his head. Slinking under the beast's large arms, Hardin
Chapter 76Jasmine.I exhaled deeply and released the breath that I wasn’t aware I was holding in as Hardin rounded the third round and successfully made it to the stop. My heart thumped, even though my face was void of emotion, as I watched him step out of his car with a proud smile on his face, but I tried my best not to show my happiness. I was glad that Hardin had won but I was happier that he was the one to be proclaimed my mate.I kept my eyes on Hardin as he looked up at dad and mom, who were looking down at him with so much pride. And when he turned to me, I locked my eyes, pulling him into a staring contest. It was not until we heard Lorenzo’s car screech loudly before coming to a halt that he turned his eyes away to look at Lorenzo. I kept my gaze, still, fixed on him without even caring to look down at Lorenzo who was now accusing Hardin of cheating his way through the competition.“The young lad would have dropped dead by now had your eyes been guns,” Mom said, rubbing my
Chapter 75.~Hardin. Nobody would have probably believed me but, I was damn serious when I said I could give up my position as the Alpha if that was what it would take Jasmine to forgive me, I thought as I walked through the hallway.I had wronged her and I didn't realize my wrongdoings early enough to apologize. I was sorry now and was willing to prove it but, first, I needed to make her see reasons why she should forgive me.And I intended to do that, right until Lorenzo interrupted my thought with a growl that came at me. With a frown on my face, “What is it Lorenzo?” I asked. “Don’t try to be innocent with me, Hardin!” He bawled out immediately, and I wondered for a start, if Lorenzo was even sensible enough to realize that for one of the first times since I had known him, I just wanted to have a peaceful talk with him, without having to throw punches. “Innocent?” I scoffed. “You know that is one thing that I would not dare. Good thing, I don’t find myself pretending like you
Chapter 74Jasmine For the most part of the night, I struggled to sleep.I spent it thinking about what I was going to do and I must have dozed off again, thankfully without having to wake up in the middle of the night this time, because there was a knock on the door and when I opened my eyes, the sun was already up. “Who is it?” I muttered out, as a yawn escaped my lips. I had definitely placed my neck in the wrong position while I slept, because it was hurting terribly. “It’s Lily. I have a message for you from the Alpha.” The quaint voice said. Massaging my neck, I left the bed and opened the door, to meet Lily standing with a tray of food in her hands. I must have slept so long, I could not even meet with breakfast at the table. “Your mother asked me to bring this up. Can I bring it in?”I nodded and moved aside for her to enter. “Thank you,” I mentioned as she kept it for me. And when she made to leave, she halted in her steps and turned back, causing my eyes to narrow.
Chapter 73JasmineI went for a run in the woods, ignoring the whine of my wolf as I ran farther away from Hardin, but the last thing I wanted right now was to see him. How could he expect me to just accept him back after everything?He had even organized a ball to pick a mate because he would rather do that than admit to himself that he could be responsible for my pregnancy, choosing to call me a little whore because it served his purpose of not taking accountability for his actions.I could not believe that I had gone and fallen for him despite everything, that somewhere along the line, I had stopped hating him and started hoping he was just misunderstood, but if he thought that just because we were mates that I was going to accept him then he had another thing coming.My wolf whined but I ignored her, changing our course and decided to run towards the house.If there was an option to go somewhere else, I would have as I was not yet ready to face my parents.What was mom and Dad goi
Chapter 72 HardinThe only thing that kept me from falling back after I had heard what Jasmine said, was the pillar that I had held as a support. Even as it was not physical - her words, the gravity of my guilt immediately clouded my mind and I hated myself for how terrible I had been all along. That the baby in her womb was mine? And that as much as I can be the way that I am, she would never be so reckless as to have some sort of intimacy with any other man. I had been a terrible person all along, with the way I just thrust my dick into any lady’s hole. “I have been terrible,” I muttered out. And then, remembering how I had not just had sex with other girls, but brought them to Jasmine’s knowledge by making her watch videos made me cringe. I was completely shocked at everything Jasmine said to Lorenzo. I didn't know this was how she felt till now and I feel like a total idiot, a sadist and a maniac. I'll have to apologize sincerely to her. It was not something I enjoyed doing,