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 you, Brandon," I attempted to stand up but a firm hold on my shoulders forced me back to my seat. His hold was so strong that if he should apply a little more pressure, my bones would break. I tried hard not to wince. I'd rather die than show a weakness in front of Brandon. Around us, our classmates were going around doing their business. They never care about what Brandon, their golden lycan prince does to me, a measly human girl. "You don't leave when I'm talking. You're nothing but a..." "But a lousy human who should be feeding off the craps your likes give away?" I completed for him with an eye roll, "Are you really a lycan prince? Royalty doesn't have to yell their identity every single time. But I guess you're hardly one seeing how you're this bothered by this lousy human." "You little..." his hold tightened and I couldn't control my wince this time around. I could have sworn I heard my bones break. Before he could take his theatrics any further, the next teacher walked in. All through the classes, I couldn't get the 98 score out of my mind. Even during the lunch, it was all I could think about. I couldn't understand why I'd get a 98 with how studious I was and Brandon Castle, the jerk of all jerks, who hardly listen in classes, who's always on the football, who's always organizing parties, and whom I've never seen in the library will get a perfect score. And this wasn't the first time it'd happen. Or the second. Or the third. Or even the fourth. It has happened far too many times for me to count. I was often the second best while he was always the best. I hated that with every Fibre of my being. "Hey Babe, careful." Demi's voice interrupted my thoughts and I stopped just before I could bump into him. I was walking back from the cafeteria with my friend Jackie and I wasn't even really conscious of it. If Brandon’s voice makes my skin crawl, Demi's own always irritated me and makes me want to throw now. The only difference was that with Brandon, I didn't have to pretend but with Demi, I must pretend. "Yeah, thank you." I had to keep my tone light and casual. "We have a date with my friends this weekend, remember?" "There's a tutorial on that day," I started slowly, "I can't afford to..." His eyes narrowed and I read the threat in them loud and clear, "It's by 3pm. I'll text you the details." He didn't wait for me to say anything. He just sidestepped us and walked away. "You know I still can't believe you're dating Demi of all people. I mean, he's such a jerk." I couldn't believe I was dating him either. I smiled instead of buttressing her point. "What do you mean?" "What do I mean what? He was completely rude to you just now and that's not the first time it will happen." "He wasn't rude. He was just pissed off because I've been putting off this meeting for a while." "That's hardly an excuse," she scoffed, her eyes fixed on the corridor Demi just disappeared into, "I mean it's Demi. He shouldn't even have the audacity to look at you not to talk of asking you out." "But he did and I accepted. Just let it go, Jackie." I was desperate to end the conversation. I didn't need any more reminders of what was making me miserable. Jackie opened her mouth to say something but two junior students in their excitement bumped into her. They were too carried away that they didn't notice. They disappeared down the hallway but not before I heard a bit of their conversation. "Heard Brandon’s mate will transfer to this school starting from next week." "ohhh, she's already on everybody's lips," Jackie picked it right up. "I heard Brandon met his mate during the holidays. She's the beta's daughter. She was living with her mom in Vegas and now, she's moving back here to live with her dad. But I think it's just to stay close to Brandon and stake a claim on him. I mean, it's risky business to have Brandon as a mate and do anything long-distance with him." I rolled my eyes at my investigative report. I don't care about Bran or his mate or whatever. I only wished the mate would keep him busy so he'd leave me alone. ******** Mom was all smiles when I got back from school. I was still trying to guess why she was in that kind of happy mood when she stretched out her left hand and the sparkling gold jewelry on it caught my attention. "Moooooom!" I screamed, "You're engaged." I expected her to smile and tell me yes. But her smile kind of evaporated. "More like married." It was my smile's turn to evaporate. "Married?" I exclaimed, "What do you mean married?" "Sit down, Ivy." she dragged me to sit opposite her on the lone couch in the sitting room. "It was kind of impromptu," she started while I stared at her in disbelief, "But I'm sure about him. I've been sure since I started dating him so when he suggested getting married spontaneously today, I didn't think twice before saying yes." "I don't even know this man," I protested weakly. "You do. You just don't know he's the one I'm married to now. Ivy, trust me, you were a priority throughout this huge decision. You need a father figure since your dad..." "Mom, if that's the only reason why you decided to marry this stranger..." "He's not a stranger, Ivy," she grabbed my two hands and started to slowly caress them, "he's the man I love with all my heart. I married him because I love him and because he's going to be a great father figure to you. You deserve a complete family, Ivy. It's the least I can do for you for being such a perfect daughter." "Mom," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes, "I only care about your happiness. You deserve to be happy and if he's going to make you happy, then I'm all for it." "Thank you, my precious daughter." she pulled me in for a hug and we stayed like that for a while. "This ring must have cost a fortune, mom!" I exclaimed after pulling back from her. I wasn't familiar with rings but it must cost over a million dollars. "Are you dating a billionaire? Or sorry, are you married to be a billionaire?" "It's still a surprise." "A surprise? Mom! You kept his identity away from me for more than a year. Now, he's my stepfather, I should know who he is." "You'll find out tonight," she beamed like a teenage girl in love, "he's coming over with his son for dinner today." "Ohh, so I'm getting a stepbrother too?" "Yeah. I remember you asking for a brother on your 4th birthday and you might be getting..." "Wait," I interrupted her, "I smell something burning." "Oh shit!" she dashed up and started running to the kitchen, "freshen up and join me, okay?" I nodded at her. Once she was out of sight, I sighed and collapsed against the backrest of the couch. A stepfather and a stepbrother? That was one gift I didn't see coming. Almost three hours later, I opened the door to meet a surprise waiting for me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I never cuss unless Brandon was involved and now, he was on my doorstep. His eyes narrowed with rage when he saw me. He was about to reply when another person joined him on the podium. The Lycan King. I've seen him a couple of times in our school and on the TV. I've never seen him up close but his aura and energy. I was only human but something beyond my control was compelling me to bow to him. "Ohh, Sweetheart, you're here," Mom's voice behind me cut off my thoughts. I started shaking my head slowly. Surely, it couldn't be what I was thinking. "Let them in, Ivy. That's your stepbrother and stepbrother."IVYI was frozen throughout dinner. Mom and her husband, my new stepfather, and also Brandon's father chattered all through it while my sense of doom increased by the minute.Brandon and I were now stepsiblings?I refused to believe it. But he was sitting right beside me and his father across from me. I've never seen Mom laugh as much as she did in the 30 minutes he has spent here.She was happy, free, and light. She was all of the things Dad stole from her. But how? How could she possibly find all of that in Brandon's father?How could Brandon be my stepbrother out of the blues?No no no. No way!"Evelyn!" Mom's loud voice jolted me out of my reverie. They were both staring at me."Sorry. What?""I've been calling your name for the past 2 minutes. Are you okay?""Yeah," I faked a chuckle, "I was just lost in thoughts. I can't believe the Alpha King is now my stepfather.""Ohh," Alpha Castle chuckled, "I can't believe you're my stepdaughter too. I mean, I've been observing your progre
IVYMom was pregnant. That was the recurring thoughts in my head as I dressed up for the date with Demi. She has apologized profusely for keeping it away from me. I've accepted her apology but I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed.She was pregnant. She was expecting another baby. I guess I should be happy for her.Because of the crowd that came to protest, we were all advised to stay back at home so I couldn't make it to the date with Demi. I texted him, then switched my phone off because I didn't want to receive his cars. I spent the morning in my room, setting things up and feeling a slight gratitude that I now had a bigger lunch. After lunch, Alpha Castle suggested that Brandon show me around the castle. I tried turning it down but Brandon surprisingly agreed. Now, I'm stuck with him. He led me far away from the main building. Barely showing anything to me. It was only after the main house was almost out of view that I started feeling a creeping sense of dread. "Where are
BRANDONI hate Ivy with every fibre of my being. I hate that lousy human being with everything in me. She should be nothing more than a slave, a servant at my beck and call. Humans shouldn't be more than that. Their kind was just inferior but Ivy? No one has caused me greater headache than her. My academic prowess has never been challenged until her. Most humans cower when I speak to them but Ivy always speak back. No one has disrespected me more as an Alpha Prince. No one has made me that infuriated. No one has spent that much time in my head. No one... My movements grew more frantic. I could feel my body spasming. My breathing was ragged and my up and down movement of my hand was so fast it was uncontrollable. In my mind, she was on her knees, hands tied behind her, my dick pumping in and out of her mouth. In my mind, she was talking back to me. She was just on her knees, eyes dripping with tears from the intensity at which I was fucking her mouth. Now, her mom was married to
IVY.The school’s library has been my only source of solace these days. In between adjusting to my new life in the palace, Bran making good on his promise of making my life a living hell if I didn't make my mom leave, and avoiding Demi, the library was the only place where I could lose myself in a book and be okay.The library was just a few steps away when a hand grabbed me and before I could process what was going on, I was being yanked into a semi-dark empty classroom and shoved forcefully to the floor. Pain spread through every single part of my body at the force at which I hit the floor. It was so intense that I couldn't help but wince in pain. I tried to stand. “Stay down,” a cold, familiar voice ordered.I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs as I slowly looked up. My stomach dropped.Demi.Of course, it was Demi. No one else would do this to me in school, not even Brandon. His dark eyes bore down on me, glinting with a sharp, cruel edge. His lips curled into a smirk, bu
IVY.The ride to school was suffocating.I sat stiffly in the back seat of the sleek black car, arms crossed, fingers digging into my skin as I stared out the window. The morning sky was overcast, and gray clouds stretched endlessly, mirroring the burden in my chest.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, Demi’s voice echoed in my head.Five thousand dollars. By the end of the week.I had no idea how I was supposed to come up with that kind of money. My savings barely scratched a thousand dollars, and there was no way I could ask my mom for such a ridiculous amount without a believable reason.And then there was Brandon.Sitting beside me, radiating his usual quiet arrogance, his presence was an iron weight pressing against my ribs. He hadn't said a word to me all morning, but he didn’t have to. His threats from the past week were more than enough.He had been dropping threats of having a repeat of what happened with the hounds if I didn't find a way to get my mum out of the
IVYThere was no way out of this. No loophole, no clever excuse that would get me out of Demi’s grip. I had to go through with it. I inhaled sharply, gripping my tray as I got up from the table and made my way to Brandon's table.The second we neared the table, Brandon's gaze snapped up, and his sharp golden-brown eyes locked onto me, narrowing instantly, and his expression twisting into something downright hostile. His lips curled, just slightly, like the mere sight of me had soured his entire meal.Well, fantastic.I briefly considered turning around and going back to my table. But I couldn’t.So, with every ounce of forced calmness I could muster, I slid into the empty seat across from Brandon, setting my tray down like I belonged there.Demi, on the other hand, plopped down beside me without a care in the world, stretching his arms out like this was the highlight of his day.Ass.“Hi,” I said quickly, zeroing in on the only person at this table who wasn’t looking at me like I was
8BRANDONI had been told what the mate bond was supposed to feel like.Over the years, I’d heard the stories—how it was instant, undeniable. How it would settle deep in my bones, consuming me with a need so intense it would be impossible to ignore.But that wasn’t how it felt with Amari.Sure, she was stunning, confident, and graceful. Exactly the kind of girl an Alpha Prince was expected to be with. And when I looked at her, there was attraction, definitely. But there was also something missing.Something I couldn’t quite place. Something that made what I felt for her quite shallow. I had brought it up with my father once, and he dismissed it immediately, saying I was overthinking it, and that the connection would deepen with time. That I just had to give it a chance.Even now, with Amari pressed against me in the empty locker room, her lips moving insistently against mine, something inside me just wasn’t clicking.The kiss was undeniably hot, all teeth and tongue. Amari was one of
BRANDON.Being with Amari in that locker room was enough to drown out everything else. Every thought, every lingering frustration, every name that wasn’t hers.And damn, did she know exactly what she was doing.For the rest of the school day, I let myself be pulled into her perfect smile, the effortless charm, and the attention I was getting from her being by my side.That is, until closing time.Amari and I parted ways with a kiss, and I made my way to the car. I slid into the backseat, barely sparing the driver a glance. Draping my arm lazily over the headrest, my eyes scanned the lot out of habit.Then I saw her.Ivy.She was walking across the lot, towards the car, head lowered slightly, arms folded tightly around her books. But that wasn’t what made my jaw tighten.It was who she was with.Demi.The same annoyance from earlier, the one I had shoved to the back of my mind, came rushing back like wildfire. For some reason, I hated seeing them together. Hated the way Demi walked too
Ivy's POV I feigned confusion, trying to make my voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Brandon didn’t buy it for a second.He shifted closer, his body brushing against mine in the smallest, most deliberate movement. It wasn’t even a touch, not really, just a slow, careful invasion of space. His hand hovered near my hip, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and could sense the exact distance between his fingers and my skin.My pulse kicked up, but I forced myself to hold my ground.“I smelled you the second you got there,” he murmured, his voice low, almost thoughtful.My stomach tightened. I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t about to admit that.“I don’t—”“I smelled you,” he repeated, cutting me off, his tone quieter now, almost amused. Savoring. Like he was rolling the words around in his mouth just to enjoy how they tasted. “And I smelled what watching did to you. That little pulse of arousal you tried to fight.”I went still.Every
Ivy's POV.The party was perfect.With loud music pulsing through the house like a heartbeat, the air was thick with energy and the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. People filled every available space. Amari had truly outdone herself, and I knew she was ecstatic about it. I should have been too. After all, I had helped plan this.But I wasn’t.Instead, I was stuck in my own head, completely bored out of my mind and detached from everything around me.I leaned against the wall, staring blankly at my untouched drink. The red plastic cup sat between my hands, growing warm from my grip. Around me, people laughed, shouted over the music, moved in waves that never stopped. I wasn’t really seeing them. My mind was elsewhere.I’d told Amari that parties weren’t my thing, and that I wasn’t in the mood, that I had a million other excuses lined up to avoid it. Even using Demi's unfortunate condition as one excuse.But she didn't listen. She dragged me here and practically threatened to ti
23.Brandon's POV.As Ivy lost consciousness, I carried her up the stairs, adjusting her weight effortlessly in my arms. She was lighter than I expected, and her body was slack and warm against mine. Her head lolled slightly against my chest, and a faint sigh escaped her lips. Soft, almost content.Carefully, I laid her down on the bed, taking extra care as I pulled the blanket over her. And I stood there, staring down at her.Her face was peaceful, framed by dark waves of hair that fanned out over my arm. Her long lashes brushed against the curve of her cheek, and her lips. Christ, her lips, were parted just slightly, as if inviting something they weren’t even aware of.She looked different like this. Very peaceful.Just Ivy. Just a human.And I couldn’t look away.My pulse thrummed in my ears, an unfamiliar heat settling in my chest. I told myself it was nothing. Just an observation. But it didn't feel like nothing.I let my fingers brush against the soft strands of her hair, pushin
Ivy's POV Brandon’s slow, deliberate clapping filled the room, each sharp sound making my stomach churn. He was smirking like he’d just won a game I didn’t even know I was playing. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with something dark and entertained, like he was savoring the moment.“Wow, Ivy,” he drawled, shaking his head with mock admiration. “Who would’ve thought? The prim and proper Ivy has this side to her.”My throat felt tight. My entire body was frozen in place, my pulse hammering so loudly in my ears that I barely registered my own shaky breaths. I didn’t want to look, I shouldn’t look, but my eyes betrayed me, flickering to the wall where it was all laid out.Photographs. Screenshots. Undeniable proof of what I had done.My secrets, my lies, my worst nightmares, taped up like some grotesque art exhibition for him to enjoy.I felt like I was going to throw up.Brandon took a slow step forward, his smirk widening as his sharp gaze traced every humiliating detail spread acr
21.Ivy's POV I sat frozen in my seat as Jackie’s words echoed in my head.Demi overdosed on Saturday. Reports have it that he’s brain dead.I blinked at her, my brain struggling to process the sentence. “What?”Jackie sighed, rubbing her temples. “I said—”“No, I heard you,” I cut in quickly, my voice sharper than I intended. “I just… I don’t believe it.”Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Why would I lie about something like this?”I had no answer to that.Before I could say anything else, the classroom door opened, and our teacher walked in. His usual serious expression was even graver than normal, his lips pressed into a thin line.“I have an announcement,” he said, setting his papers down on the desk. “And unfortunately, not a good one.”The class fell silent instantly.“Over the weekend, one of our students, Demi, was admitted to the hospital after an overdose,” he continued, his voice solemn. “And he is currently brain dead.”A murmur rippled through the room. Gasps and hushed whisper
20.Ivy's POV.I can’t do this.The thought circled in my head like a vulture as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.My face was pale, my lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes dull and tired. I barely recognized myself anymore.I had done exactly what Demi wanted.The lingerie was already on, delicate and lacy against my skin, hidden beneath my clothes. But it felt like a second layer of shame, wrapping itself around me, suffocating me.I ran my hands down my thighs, pressing out imaginary creases in my jeans, but the movement did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. My stomach churned, and the thought of what I was about to do made my skin crawl.Then, as if on cue, my phone vibrated on the dresser. I swallowed hard, already knowing who it was.I picked it up, my hands clammy as I read the message.Demi: It’s finally the day.Demi: Don’t even think about chickening out.Demi: Unless you want your mother and the whole school to know what you’ve been up to.
19.Brandon's POV.The image of what Demi did to Ivy wasn't out of my head yet, and I hated it.I should have been happy that someone else was making Ivy’s life miserable. As a human, she deserved it. If anyone was going to make her life hell, it should be me and me alone.But somehow, watching Demi do it didn’t feel right. It pissed me off in a way I couldn’t explain, like someone was taking something that belonged to me. I had never been a fan of sharing.She hadn’t been the same since that night during dinner. Not that she had ever been confident around Demi, but it was worse now. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, barely speaking. She jumped at the smallest sounds, flinched when someone called her name too suddenly. It was pathetic. And it made it way too obvious that something was wrong.Even her Mom noticed.I had come down to the living room and saw Ivy. She sat there at the dining area with her Mom. They seemed to have been discussing something.Her fingers curled
18.Brandon’s POVSomething about Ivy’s relationship with Demi didn’t sit right with me.I noticed it when Demi started making them sit at our table during lunch, always keeping her tucked under his arm, right next to him, like she was some kind of accessory. And Ivy always sat there, stiff and silent, barely touching her food.The way her shoulders were always tense, like she was bracing herself for something. The way she flinched when Demi touched her, even when it was just a hand on her arm or a brush of his fingers against her neck.The way she never laughed anymore.Not that she was ever loud or outspoken before, but at least she used to exist in a space without looking like she wanted to disappear.And yet, week after week, she was still there. Sitting beside him. Quiet. Uncomfortable. Trapped.When I actually asked her about it, she tensed so fast, so obvious, like I’d just caught her off guard. Then came the hesitation, the brief flicker of something behind her eyes before she
17.Ivy's POV As soon as the front door shut behind him, my entire body screamed for release. The tension in my shoulders, the tightness in my chest. I wanted to collapse right there in the hallway, sink to the floor, and let the exhaustion swallow me whole. I barely had a second to steady my breathing before my mother’s voice cut through the silence behind me.“He’s really something, isn’t he?”I turned with a smile on instinct.“Yeah,” I said, forcing the word out.Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she stepped closer, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “I knew something was up, Ivy. You’ve been so secretive lately, and now I know why!”Before I could react, she reached forward and grabbed my hands, squeezing them between her own. Her warmth should have been comforting, but it only made me feel more trapped.“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” she gushed. “My daughter, the little bookworm, finally dating? I never thought I’d see the day.”I swallowed hard, nodding along, pr