“Oh my god! Please…” I choked on tears as I cried into the pillow. My hand fisted the bed sheet while he wrecked me with the intensity of his relentless strokes. “Aaaarhhh.” I cried out, unable to stop myself when he reached a spot I didn't know existed, and momentarily forgetting that I should be as quiet as possible. “Shhhh,” his tone was mocking as usual. I could see the taunt in his eyes he fucked me into the bed from behind, “keep it down stepsister. You don't want your mom to find out what her prim and proper daughter’s favorite hobby is, right?” Evelyn, an ordinary human and Brandon, the lycan prince have been academic rivals since they both resumed Zenith Prep. Evelyn hates him because he plays around and doesn't deserve to be a straight A student and Brandon hates her because she's a mere human and she should be a slave rather than his academic rival. Things changed when their single parents married each other and they became stepsiblings. With Brandon privy to Evelyn’s private life, he's able to uncover a secret he holds over her head to do anything he wants. These include things stepsiblings shouldn't be caught doing, things they both enjoy so much they don't want it to end. As they spend more time together, lines blur between what is and what shouldn't be. They both want to be with each other but not only is their family bond standing in their way but also the fact that Brandon has a caring mate. And maybe, a much bigger conspiracy would keep them apart forever.
Lihat lebih banyakBrandon's POV.The moment our fathers disappeared into my father's study, Amari wasted no time turning to me, her eyes glinting with that familiar mix of curiosity and amusement.“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “can I see your room?”I gave her a flat look. “Why?”“Why not?” She grinned up at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why can’t I see my future husband’s room?”I sighed. “Amari, there’s no need for that. Staying here in the living room is fine.”She pouted dramatically, stepping just a little closer. “Are you hiding something?”“No.”“Then let’s go! Please?” She clasped her hands together, batting her lashes like she was asking for the biggest favor in the world.I knew Amari well enough to understand that once she set her mind on something, there was no talking her out of it. And honestly, I was too drained to argue.I exhaled through my nose, rubbing a hand over my face. “Fine. Come on.”Amari’s face lit up, and she practically bounced as we got
Ivy's POV.Dinner felt suffocating.I sat at the long dining table, my plate barely touched, watching as the conversation flowed easily around me, full of laughter and admiration, all directed at Amari.Even my mother wasn’t immune to her charm. She watched Amari with something close to adoration, nodding along as she spoke, occasionally reaching over to touch her arm in approval. It wasn’t surprising. Amari was the perfect daughter anyone would wish for, beautiful, graceful, and poised. They were all treating her like the perfect future Luna.And why wouldn’t they?She was everything I wasn’t. She fit into this world so seamlessly, like she was made for it. And me? I was just… here. Out of place.I knew this was how things were supposed to be. Amari belonged with them, with him. And yet, the longer I sat there, the tighter the knot in my stomach grew. The guilt pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.Because I had been with Brandon.Because I had touched him and let him t
Brandon's POV.Winning was expected. There was never a doubt in my mind that we would. But what I hadn’t expected was the way Ivy’s face lit up the moment our school was announced as the winner. She looked radiant. Alive in a way I’d never seen before. Her eyes were bright with something I didn’t think I had ever seen on her before. Pure, unfiltered joy. It was weird. I had never seen her like this. So full of life, so happy. And it did something strange to me. It tugged at something deep in my chest, something I didn’t fucking like.I shook it off, letting the feeling of being the winning school sink in. I should have been thinking about that. Not about Ivy. Not about how I had never seen her smile like that. Not about how, for some stupid reason, it made my own chest feel lighter.The feeling didn’t fade, not even when we were in the plane, heading back. She was beside me, phone pressed to her ear, practically vibrating with excitement as she talked to her mom.“We won, Mom,” she s
53.Ivy's POV.I kept my voice low, barely above a whisper. "It's none of your business if we kissed."Brandon leaned back in my chair, completely at ease, like he had all the time in the world. "It is my business," he said, then his eyes flickered with something dark, something almost amused. "Because I’m the only one who knows what you taste like."My breath caught, my stomach twisting into a tight knot. A wave of panic washed over me as I darted a glance toward my roommate, still curled up in her bed. "Brandon," I hissed, my voice sharp and urgent. "My roommate—""Won’t wake up, and won’t hear a thing." he cut in easily, his tone casual, almost lazy.Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle.I turned to look at her again, my pulse picking up. And that’s when I noticed the way she was lying.Her breathing was steady. But her posture, something about it wasn’t right. It was too still. Almost unnatural.My heart pounded as I snapped my gaze back to him, my throat tigh
Ivy's POV Brandon's sudden change in behavior continued for the next three days, and I didn’t know what to make of it.He was still Brandon, cold, unreadable, but he hadn’t made a single obscene request, hadn’t smirked at me in that knowing way, hadn’t so much as hinted at what we did before. He showed up to every study session on time, contributed like a normal person, and even tolerated the other students without making a scene.It was unsettling.Aaron Vaughn on the other hand still refused to leave my side.He was always there, pulling out my chair, making me laugh, giving me words of encouragement here and there. And maybe it was because he was the only one actively being nice to me, or maybe it was because I was trying to ignore the mess in my head, but I could feel myself warming up to him.The day before the last stage of the competition, we were sitting with the others in the dining hall when he suddenly turned to me.“Ivy,” he said casually, flashing a small smile. “I was
51.Ivy's POV.Telling Brandon off was a stupid decision. Reckless. One made in the heat of the moment, driven by anger instead of logic. Because at the end of the day, I knew exactly how this would play out. I was the one who would lose.I lay in bed all night, staring at my phone, debating whether to call him, text him, anything to smooth things over. But every time my fingers hovered over his contact, I forced myself to put the phone down. I wasn’t going to be that desperate. I refused.Morning came, and I dragged myself to the dining hall, my stomach twisting in anticipation. I expected to see Brandon already there, sitting in his usual spot with that unreadable expression, waiting for me to break first. But when I reached the table, his chair was empty.My heart sank.Was this his way of punishing me? Not showing up at all? Letting me sit here and overthink everything? What if he was planning to sabotage the next round completely? What if he threw the whole competition just to ge
Brandon's POV.I couldn't remember the last time someone had irritated me as much as Aaron Vaughn.Last night had already been bad enough. He had walked up to Ivy with that smug grin, acting like they had some kind of history when they didn’t. They talked like they were old friends, like he knew her. He had been all over her, throwing compliments left and right, making her laugh in a way that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge.And now, in the dining hall, he was at it again.I watched as he pulled out her chair before she could even reach for it, acting like he was some kind of gentleman."Here, Ivy."She smiled as she sat, completely oblivious to the way he looked at her, like she was something special."Thanks, Aaron."I clenched my jaw.Then, as if he hadn’t already pissed me off enough, he leaned in, eyes warm with something that made my blood boil."You look really pretty this morning," he added, voice smooth, too smooth.Ivy smiled in response. "Thank y
Ivy's POV.One of the girls in the group scoffed, folding her arms as she turned to Aaron with a skeptical look. “Oh, please. You’re just trying to get close to her so you can steal her points. Everyone knows she’s the most brilliant one here.”A few students chuckled, nodding in agreement, but before I could even process the compliment, another girl shook her head.“I don’t know about that,” she said, crossing her arms. “Ivy isn’t the most brilliant here, Brandon is.”Dude, I'm standing right here.The conversation immediately shifted. A few murmurs of agreement rippled through the group, heads nodding as students exchanged glances.“Their school must be ridiculously lucky to have two prodigies like them,” one of the guys mused, adjusting his glasses. “Most of us don’t even have one.”“Right?” another student chimed in. “I mean, their parents must be over the moon that they’re stepsiblings now. Imagine raising two geniuses under the same roof.”I stiffened slightly at that, my finge
48.Ivy's POV.Flying first class should have been exciting. It was my first time, after all. The plush seats, the endless drink options, the kind attendants who seemed determined to pamper every passenger. It was a world away from what I was used to. Everything about it screamed luxury, from the warm hand towels they handed out before takeoff to the menu filled with dishes I couldn’t even pronounce.And yet, I couldn’t enjoy any of it.Not when Brandon was sitting directly across from me, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.I refused to look at him. I kept my focus trained on the window, watching the clouds shift and stretch across the sky. But it didn’t matter. I could still feel him, his presence pressing into me like a heavy weight, making it impossible to forget what had happened last night.His hands. His mouth. The way he had looked at me afterward, like he owned every reaction he had pulled from me.My breath hitched slightly, and I pressed my th
IVY I stared at the score on the top-right corner of the script, willing the scores to change but it didn't. The 98 remained there while my stomach churned. I looked through the script, searching for a mistake from the teacher. There was a mistake quite alright but it wasn't from the teacher. It was from me and that stupid miscalculation had caused me two whole marks! "Careful Ivy," the voice that always annoys me and makes my skin crawl said. I didn't need to look up at him to see the taunt in his eyes. "Glaring at your scores won't make it change," he leaned over to peer at my script. "98. Not bad. From there to 70 to 40 and finally, the zero that you deserve so you'll be forced to withdraw. Who knows, I might be kind enough to employ you as a cleaner here." I looked up at him. If it was another person, I'd have been shocked at the intensity of the hatred in their eyes. But this was Brandon Castle. He hated me more than anything. And I hated him thrice as much. "Fuck ...
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