My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 160

Michelle

Even though Bella is currently nowhere to be found, I’m enjoying my life. My dad has finally decided to step down as the Alpha and I’m celebrating by hunting with the youngsters of my pack. The ones I’ve been training.

Through the mind-link, I tell my fellow wolves that there are deer ahead. I can visualize the grins of the youngsters and feel the excitement in their paws as they pick up speed. Everyone is exhilarated by the thrill of the hunt.

We follow the scent of deer, our muscled bodies gliding gracefully through the forest. Every second is enjoyable until my nose picks up on the thick scent of demons? No. That can’t be right. This is far into our territory.

Wary of our surroundings, I look to my left, and the gray wolves to my side all stick out their tongues. They clearly haven’t picked up on the strange scent. Perhaps I’m in the wrong?

As I ponder on this, there is a shrill cry from the forest. It doesn’t sound like the deer we are hunting, but I can see the herd of deer further down the slope.

Just what is going on?

Suddenly, another shrill cry emerges from the clearing, and I stop, body tense.

That is definitely the sound of a demon.

‘We need to retreat!’ I announce through telepathy. ‘Those aren’t deer! They are demons! Retreat!’

My words echo within the minds of my pack members, but it’s already too late.

The deer has spotted us, and among them is a powerful stag that grins, its upper l*p curling up to show off his long, bleeding fangs. The sharp canines glisten, dripping with fresh b***d, and fear churns in my stomach when the deer rises up on two legs to become a horrendous demon.

The stag demon, with its head and antlers of a deer and the body of a man, has a body covered in gray fur. Its razor-sharp antlers drip b***d into the dirt. It roars a terrifying sound.

But regardless of how terrifying it looks, it’s the smell that most strikes my senses—the scent of b***d on his teeth, like the stench of a freshly butchered carcass. Even from here, I can smell the foul odor.

I scrunch my nose and howl. ‘Retreat! That is no ordinary demon—it must be the leader!’

The pack turns to flee in fear, but the deer demons are too fast. They leap onto my fellow wolves, tearing into their fur with long claws and fangs. The smell of b***d fills the air.

I howl in rage and distress as I watch my packmates get slaughtered by these beasts. I know if I don’t act fast, then we could all be lost here!

I close my eyes, thinking here goes nothing. My white fur blows in the wind and I lift my head, howling up at the skies as I send a blast of ice at my enemy. The deer demons shriek in fear and try to run, but there is no escaping the ice.

They freeze into blocks of ice, one by one, until I decide it’s enough and I shatter them like glass. Excitement courses through me seeing my enemies go down, but I’m celebrating too soon—the stag still stands and turns to face me.

I glare at him, ready to attack, but replace my legs rooted to the ground by gnarly roots. What the heck? Earth magic? I try to free myself, but I’m not getting anywhere. And by the time I’ve used ice to cut through the roots, the stag has lifted a horn to his lips and when he blows it, zombie deer rise up from the ground.

A foul stench fills the air, and I growl at the rotten bodies rising up to join the battle once more. But it’s not only deer fighting me now—the dead pack members have risen too. They have turned into zombie wolves, ready to tear through my flesh.

My heart aches for them when I use ice magic to destroy them, but this time, it seems my powers are of no use—the dead rise when I’ve shattered them. The bones gather again, and I whimper when the stag attacks me.

Its human hands with claws rip through my flesh, and I scream in agony when the monster grabs my front leg. My muscles are being torn, and I cry in agony when the limb gives up and comes off, making b***d splatter everywhere.

Holy s**t, if I don’t do something I will bleed out!

Panicking, I transform back into a human and use ice magic to stop the bleeding. A healing spell is placed over the wound, but it takes all of my energy. I’m exhausted now and sit back against a tree, panting as my eyes lock on the stag.

What the heck do I do?

I shut my eyes. ‘KIT!’

Immediately, there is a deep chuckle inside my head. ‘Oh, hi! I forgot you’re basically a walking telephone line. How is it going? Miss me yet?’

‘I’m being attacked!’

Kit goes silent, but I quickly realize it’s not because he has abandoned me—a portal is opening behind the stag. Then, out of it comes a deafening roar. I lift my chin, staring at the huge, purple dragon coming out of it.

It swoops down and lands on the ground with a thud, roaring at the zombies. Its massive jaws are wide open, and the stag hesitates briefly before attacking.

But the dragon is too fast.

It lowers its head and digs its jaws around the stag, and devours it with teeth larger than my arms. A horrified shudder runs through my entire body.

That thing is bigger than a truck, and although I realize the dragon must be Kit, I’m still wary of the creature. Who wouldn’t be? That thing looks like it eats horses for snacks!

After devouring the stag, the dragon stares at me for a moment, and I almost think it’s about to attack me too. But then it turns away, and the dead pack members come running toward it. The dragon opens its mouth and breaths out a stream of fire, sending them all scattering.

Having dealt with these threats, the dragon lets out a loud roar before turning back to me once more. Its eyes are deep pools of yellow as they focus on my own.

I take a deep breath and try to steady my racing heart. I’m so relieved that the demons are gone, but I cannot help but be terrified of Kit’s new form. The dragon puts every other creature I’ve seen to shame, and he seems so powerful that it makes me dizzy just looking at him.

But… this is Kit, my mate—I can’t be afraid of him!

Besides, even though he is absolutely huge, Kit is looking at me like a cowering dog seeking its master’s approval. A nervous twitch in his nostrils and a slight shake of his head speak volumes.

He is afraid of me rejecting him.

I sigh. “You can come forward. I’m a little bit shaken by the sight of you. Like, you could put Daenerys Targaryen’s dragon, Drogon, to shame, you know?”

Kit blinks, and I laugh.”Really? You haven’t watched Game Of Thrones?”

The dragon shakes its head, and I grimace. “That might actually be for the best—the ending sucked.”

Kit just simply stares at me, probably unsure what to do. He is dwarfing the trees right now, proud and big yet I manage to beckon him to come closer to me without shaking.

He does it tentatively with his eyes slightly bent, eyes focusing on my arm that is growing out again, and I grimace and lean further into the tree, cross-legged. “So, don’t freak out now, but I can rebuild broken body parts.”

Kit says nothing and instead lies down on the ground. His big muzzle gently pokes me, and I laugh. “Hey now, I will give you plenty of attention after I’ve healed!”

He grumbles in dragon tongue and curls around me and the tree protectively. That act of kindness brings tears to my eyes, but I quickly blink them away before anyone can see them. I’m just emotional since I almost died.

And Kit came for me—he is loyal.

With a flutter in my chest, I touch my injured arm… well… the stump that is left of it, and focus my healing there. Kit is watching me with a side eye, curious about my magic, it seems. He stares intently, and I realize that I should use telepathy if I wish to speak to him.

‘Sorry… sometimes I forget that I can read minds and send my thoughts to others.’

There is a chuckle inside my head. ‘Ah, so powerful that she even forgets that she is powerful?’

‘I don’t feel powerful. My ice magic didn’t work on those zombies, but your fire did.’ I’m kind of butthurt that Kit’s magic worked and mine didn’t.

‘Mhm, demon zombies need to be destroyed by fire or holy water—can’t you use water instead of ice? It’s technically the same element, right? You should be able to defeat them with ease then.’

‘You think so?’

He shows his teeth in what must be a smile. ‘I know so.’

I sigh. ‘I guess I will have to try to learn how to control water instead of ice…’

‘If anyone can do it, then it’s you. I think you’re amazing.’

My pride is officially restored, and I smile back. ‘Good, then I don’t have to feel like a weakling… also… did you just ditch your sister to come here?’

‘Kinsley and Scott are fine. I was more needed here,’ Kit says, and his eyes widen in amazement when he sees my arm growing back out again. ‘Your magic is truly amazing.’

‘What?’ I grin up at him. ‘You can’t regrow your limbs?’

‘Oh, I can. I just didn’t think there was someone who wasn’t a demon who possessed that ability. For us, it comes naturally. We are like lizards, but that magic? It’s healing on another level.’

I blush. ‘Thank you. My granny, Jinora, and her sister, Leonora, are skilled healers, and they practiced with me day and night until I got this good.’

‘Time well spent,’ Kit stretches and rests his head on the ground with his eyes closed. ‘Tell me when you need a ride back to your place.’

I gasp. ‘You’re staying with me?’

‘I’m not leaving you alone with all these demons. If Bella has a problem with me staying over, the f**k her. Your life is more important than her opinion. Besides, your dad and mom seem to like me. And if I’m wrong, I can always flirt myself into their hearts—I make the most amazing pasta.’

My stomach gurgles at that, and the large dragon snorts in amusement. I roll my eyes. ‘Okay, so I’m hungry? So what?’

‘Let’s go to your place then. I can cook dinner for your entire family if you have the ingredients because I plan on charming your folks.’

I climb to my feet and reluctantly climb up on Kit’s back, or more like his neck. He is huge, and I feel funny for being about to give a command to a creature that could swat me like a goddamn fly. ‘Alright, let’s go.’

Kit doesn’t even seem fazed by the idea of me commanding him. He simply chuffs in this strangely affectionate yet thunderous tone, and then his wings spread to take us into the skies. I hold on to whatever I can, laughing when the wind hits my face and screeches in my ears.

It will be fun seeing my parent’s reaction to me landing in our garden on top of a dragon even larger than grandpa Avery.