บททั้งหมดของ HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

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

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

Brandon's POV.I hadn’t planned on this.Teasing Ivy had started as just that. Just teasing. To watch her squirm, to prove that no matter how much she tried to act unaffected, she wasn’t. Because I knew it.I saw it in the way she stiffened when I got too close, in the way her throat bobbed with every sharp swallow, in the way her breath hitched even as she was trying so hard to stay indifferent.But this time, the second my eyes dragged down her body in that little black dress, something shifted.I felt it.The sharp pull in my gut. The sudden heat curling through my veins. The way my own breathing faltered without permission.She smelled too fucking good.Like something soft and sweet, vanilla and honey, with the faintest trace of that lotion she always wore, something subtle, something dangerous in how easily it wrapped around my senses. But beneath that, beneath the innocent surface, was something else.Something raw and undeniable.Her arousal.It clung to her skin, subtle but in

28.Ivy's POV.I thought I knew what it felt like to be humiliated, to feel powerless. Demi had made sure of that, treating me like I was disposable, something to be used and discarded whenever he felt like it. But this? This was worse.This was my future.My entire life’s work, every late-night study session, every extra credit assignment, every moment I had sacrificed just to make sure I made it out of here, all of it was now at risk because of one video. One carefully planted, perfectly timed move by Brandon.And the worst part? He didn’t even care.While I was drowning, and gasping for air, he walked through the house with that same arrogant ease, that same air of control. His world remained untouched, unshaken, while mine crumbled beneath my feet. He had thrown my life into absolute chaos, and he didn’t even spare me a second glance.I wanted to hate him. I did hate him. More than I had ever hated anyone. But hate felt useless when he had already taken everything from me.And I c

Ivy's POV.Blackmail?I stared at them, completely lost, my mind scrambling to make sense of what I was hearing. My heart pounded in my chest, but my thoughts couldn’t catch up. Blackmail? The only blackmail between me and Demi was a one-way ticket to expulsion, something I had been desperately trying to avoid.So why was everyone looking at me like I was the victim?I turned to Brandon, my confusion morphing into something colder, sharper. He was watching me with a lazy, triumphant smile, completely at ease like he had just won some twisted game.What the hell had he done?The principal sighed, folding her hands on the desk like this was some kind of heartfelt intervention. “Ivy, you should have told us that Demi was blackmailing you with your tapes.”My stomach dropped. My mouth went dry.Tapes? What tapes?She softened her voice, like she was speaking to someone fragile. “We have a counselor here. You didn’t have to deal with this alone. If you had come to us, we could have handled