3: This Might Be Your Hell

IVY

Mom 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 you taking me?"

"Showing you around the castle. I think we should start from the most interesting part."

"What are you..." my words died in my throat when we came to a sudden halt. We were in front of what looked like a mini field. The place was usually quiet and I could feel goosebumps break out on my skin. Brandon was up to something and whatever it was couldn't be a good idea.

"I'm leaving," I turned back to walk away but his hand grabbed me and started to pull me towards the enclosed field.

"Why are you leaving when the party hasn't even started?"

He opened the door, flung me inside and closed it.

"What... What is this..."

"Did I not tell you to make sure that your mother doesn't marry my father?"

Again with that enraged and devilish look in his eyes. It was terrifying, especially because I could feel a dark aura behind it.

"They're already married, Brandon."

"But since you had the audacity to defy me, howq about I have a little fun with you? So that the next time when I tell you to do something, you'll comply like your life depends on it... No," he shook his head slowly, a sinister smile touching his lips, "your life will actually depend on it."

"What are you doing, Brandon? This isn't funny... I'm going to scream for help."

I heard a loud growl behind me. I turned back just in time to see two hunting rogue hounds stepping out from an inner room.

"Yeah, you're definitely going to scream," I heard him whisper with a sadistic glint in his voice. When I turned back to look at me, his eyes mirrored his tone.

"You can't... What the fuck do you think you're doing, Brandon?" I was panicking. My voice was shaking and I could feel my voice starting to tremble. I tried to pretend otherwise.

"Why are you going this far just because you don't want my Mom to marry your dad? You heard them, she's pregnant. That bonds them together for life."

When he spoke, he did with a calm chill  that terrified me, "pregnancies can be aborted but before then, let's teach an errant human some lessons, shall we?"

"You can't be serious, Brandon, you can't be..." consecutive loud growls cut me off. I looked back to see the hounds approaching slowly. Then Brandon whistled and they started running.

I frantically turned back to Brandon.

"Brandon, you have to stop this madness. You have to... Please," I choked on a sob, my fear coming fully alive. Brandon only smirked at my plight.

"Don't waste your tears, stepsister, you'll need them when they tear you apart."

With that, he opened a door and stepped behind a transparent divider that I didn't notice before. I tried to follow him but he shut the door right in my face.

With a sadistic smile still on his lips, he walked to the bleacher and took a seat.

He was going to watch me. He was going to watch the hounds... One of them suddenly pounced on me. It missed by a narrow escape. I started running but it was almost futile with them.

One of them was running behind me and one of them was running towards me. For the next minutes, I ran for my life. I saw my life flash in front of my eyes countless times.

Countless times, the hounds grazed me. Countless times, I fell to the ground and almost died.

But I survived. I realized this when the hounds suddenly retreated. I remained on the floor, panting, wheezing and crying.

Someone started clapping loudly and footsteps approached me. I knew it was Brandon. He stopped right beside me and he bent down.

"That was fun, don't you think?" the look in his eyes could rival that of the devil and behind his words were venoms and poison.

I knew he hated me but this? This was with an intensity I never thought was possible.

"How about we have a repeat of this everyday? Just that I'm not sure when the hounds will go against my orders."

"You're... You're so... You're so vile," I was still panting so hard that it was almost impossible to speak.

Brandon only smiled as if my comment was a good one, "And the longer your mom stays in this house, the more you'll realize just how worse I can become."

"Why do you hate humans so much? We've done nothing..."

"Your species shouldn't even exist!" he barked and for a moment, his eyes morphed into the red color that was his wolf. "You guys shouldn't even exist but you do and..."

He trailed off suddenly. His gaze wasn't on my face again but was rather on a spot below my face. I followed his eyes to see what had distracted him.

My top had ripped during the chase. My left breast was practically uncovered except for a tiny piece of the fabric covering my nipple.

When I looked back at Brandon, he had an expression I couldn't decipher. There was a flicker of want, of possessiveness but overshadowing the both of that was anger.

Anger that soon morphed into rage.

When he spoke again, it was with the same sinister chillness from earlier, one that made me think I must have misread his expression a few seconds ago.

"Get your mother out of my house, Ivy or this house might as well be your hell. And now, it's not a threat, it's a piece of advice from your stepbrother."