Все главы HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Глава 1 - Глава 10

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.

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

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

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

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