My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 163

Michelle

Kit and I didn’t have s*x yesterday. We just cuddled, kissed and enjoyed each other’s company on my bed. He talked about his childhood, and I talked about mine. We basically bonded before falling asleep, and this morning, I snuck out of my room so the gorgeous demon could keep sleeping.

The reason?

I need to talk to my dad and the rest of the pack about what is happening. Sure, I did tell my dad telepathically about the attack and the teenagers we lost and he made an announcement. I was obviously too shaken up to do it, and I’m grateful that my dad is basically acting like my Beta.

‘Aww, I can keep being your Beta for as long as you want. It makes me happy to help.’

I growl. ‘Get out of my head, dad!’

There is a gasp. ‘Why? You never compliment me to my face so this was a pleasant surprise—my daughter actually loves me and thinks that I’m a great Beta!’

A grimace crosses my face. ‘I’m sorry if I don’t say it often enough, dad. I love you a lot and I’m grateful you handled the situation yesterday. I was… a mess.’

‘And busy getting laid.’

‘WE DIDN’T HAVE s*x, OKAY?!’

‘What?!’ My dad suddenly sounds insulted. ‘Isn’t my daughter good enough for Kit Howler to finish the mating ritual with? Why haven’t you marked each other yet? What is this? Do I need to call his dad?!’

‘Why the f**k would you call Kit’s dad?!’

‘I don’t know… I’m bored this morning and arguing with Sky Howler is one of life’s greatest pleasures. He sent me another gift yesterday—a card that congratulated me for soon becoming the father-in-law to his son. It was very sweet until the last sentence, which said ‘I’m about to become an even bigger pimple in his butt.’

‘… I really don’t understand your relationship.’

‘That’s okay honey…’ My dad is panting. It sounds like he is running, and to answer my confusion, he explains why. ‘I’m about to hold another speech. We are arranging a funeral for the teenagers that were lost, but you don’t have to come to the speech. I’ve explained that you’re tired from having to regrow your arm, and no one is mad at you for surviving. Some of the teenagers managed to flee the scene only because you telled retreat—they considered you a hero for noticing something was wrong with the pack of deer so quickly.’

‘I had no idea some of them survived,’ that knowledge makes me feel a little bit better, but I still feel like a failure of an Alpha for having lost so many men. ‘I feel like a failure, dad. As the Alpha, I should protect my pack, but I couldn’t do even that. Instead countless pack members died, and I don’t even know where the demons are coming from! I can’t give the families peace because I have no clue how to avenge them!’

My dad is silent for a while. ‘You’re not a failure, and as for where the demons are coming from… we think it’s from when we freed the lycans from that pocket dimension. It opened a permanent tear through time and space, and we need to replace the portals and close them. Damien thinks they are scattered everywhere in the forest.’

‘We definitely need to close them.’

‘Yes, but you need to rest before that. Gather energy and tomorrow your new training will begin. Avery and Damien will teach you how to close portals.’

‘Okay.’

‘Anyway, I have to go, sweetie. Why don’t you cook some breakfast and just take it easy today. It’s important to let your mind rest after regrowing your limbs.’

I don’t answer my dad. I feel useless, and I swallow thickly when he seems to understand I’m not looking to reply to him. His presence disappears from my head, and I slowly wander down the stairs.

I might be miserable, but that won’t stop me from cooking Kit one hell of a breakfast. I plan on taking it back to my bed. It’s the least I can do when he removed my pimple curse.

My legs take me to our kitchen and soon the sizzling of bacon and eggs fills the room. I’m humming to myself, and trying to enjoy myself, but I can’t help but feel like a failure. How is it possible that demons are strong enough to break into our pack this easily? What kind of Alpha am I if I can’t even protect my own people?

Before long, the omelet is done, and although it doesn’t look as presentable as usual, it smells amazing as always. With a heavy heart, I take it up to my room where Kit is still asleep. Gently laying down the plate on his bedside table, without waking him up, I turn around with the intent to leave him alone—except, Kit’s voice makes me freeze.

“Breakfast, for me?” His voice sounds deeper when he is tired, and the bedsheets rustle when he sits up. “Thank you,” he yawns. “Might I ask where you are going?”

“To train,” I mutter. “It might take my mind off things.”

“Take your mind off things?”

I stare down at my feet, hesitant to tell him. But then I remind myself that Kit is my mate; I should open up to him.

“After losing so many teenage werewolves yesterday, I feel useless. I’m going to train in the garden and hopefully it will make me feel less of a failure of an Alpha.”

I expect Kit to come to my defense and throw sugar-coated words in my face, such as, “You’re not a failure,” but to my surprise, he doesn’t.

Instead he says, “Can I come?”

“Come with me?” I question, still unsure why he would want to join me in what is most likely going to be hardcore training.

Kit nods slowly before replying. “Yes. I think it’s important for us to do things together, especially when it comes to protecting your pack.”

I consider this, and then approach the bed. I sit down on the edge of it, eyes kept on Kit’s face. “Do you really care about my pack?”

He reaches out and squeezes my bicep reassuringly. “We are in this together, aren’t we?” A hint of a smirk teases his lips then. “I mean, I’m your future Luna, aren’t I?”

I snort at that. “Oh my god, why does it sound so funny when a guy calls himself a future Luna?”

Kit shrugs, amused. “I don’t know… but that’s the role I will take: the pack is yours, not mine. I can’t even take the shape of a wolf and wouldn’t dream of taking over as the Alpha even if we married each other. That’s so old school.”

I blink repeatedly. “You’re not even the slightest interested in my position?”

“No?” He smirks even harder, and his teeth are currently playing peek-a-boo with his lips. “But do you know what interests me?”

I shake my head, curious to hear his answer.

He moves a bit closer to me on the bed and I can sense the electricity coming off of him. His whole face seems to darken with mischief, and I notice his eyes are glowing brighter, giving him a villainous look. “Having the strong Alpha everyone looks up to underneath me.”

My breathing hitches at his words and he continues with a seductive drawl. “I mean, what would your pack members say if they knew your demon mate was dominating you every night? You’re sworn to defeat the demons, yeah, but at night, your tight little cunt is getting pounded hard by the baddest demon of them all.”

I blush fiercely, unable to control myself as my mind conjures up images of our future passionate nights together. I feel a strong heat pool between my legs and heat travels over my skin when Kit licks his lips and moves even closer.

“Let’s go train,” he says in a low voice that sounds like an invitation,even though his words weren’t meant that way. “But afterwards… afterwards I want some time alone with you.” His gaze pierces mine and I nod slowly, unable to form words at this moment.

He smiles. “Just let me finish eating my breakfast,” he moves in the bed, and grabs the plate I came in with. His face is no longer dark and alluring, yet my heart won’t stop racing.

Having a demon mate is… problematic. I’m horny all the goddamn time, and it clouds my judgment. I should be focusing on the pack, but I’m a goner when I look at Kit.

With his dark hair, pale skin and yellow eyes, he truly looks like a demon. And at this moment, he isn’t wearing anything to cover his muscular chest. I have first-row tickets to see his bulging biceps and chiseled chest.

Oh man, he looks like an erotic daydream, and smirks when I dumbly stare at him.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” Kit sounds amused. “You said you wanted to train, but two seconds of looking at me and I can smell your arousal already.”

My face burns in humiliation, and I sit upright. “I will wait for you in the garden!” I announce.

Kit chuckles behind me as I walk away from him. “See you in a bit, princess.”