My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 80

Josie

“Your mate is so hot!” Tarryn says from her seat on the bleachers and squirms around like a cat in heat. “He beat that other werewolf in a matter of seconds—how the heck are you guys not mated yet? All would be all over that hulking mass of a s*x god!”

My cheeks turn molten hot. “Quiet, or Misha will hear you!”

Tarryn giggles. “As if that would be the end of the world… maybe you would finally get laid if your mate heard you?”

I squirm in my seat but don’t respond.

Misha is down on the field, and the crowd is cheering for him. He has officially won his second battle in the alpha tournament, and the women in the pack are fawning over him.

A group of three females sits below us, and a blonde girl with one heel of a bombshell for a rack is fanning herself with her hand. Each nail is manicured and screaming pink with glitter on it.

“I heard Misha is single. Unmated, huge, and hung—he looks like The Witcher had babies with Legolas… I got to make him mine… oh s**t, he is looking this way, girls! Wave!”

The blonde werewolf pouts with her big lips and presses her arms against her enormous breasts to emphasize them when Misha waves to the crowd. Jealousy surges within me. Misha would certainly prefer her breasts over mine since he is into that…

Sigh, why does every single female suddenly like Misha? They all disliked him before! But now, when everyone knows Misha is the werewolf equivalent of Jack frost? Wow. That boy would be drowning in p***y if he wasn’t set on winning my heart…

Wait.

Am I actually jealous? Ugh, I can’t believe this!

“Damn, Josie. Your mate is quite cold…” Tarryn laughs in her seat, and I grow confused.

“Cold?” I ask. “Misha isn’t cold.” He is more like an oversized puppy that would do anything for my attention.

Tarryn giggles. “Look for yourself.”

I look down from the bleacher and notice Misha totally ignores the girls asking to take his pictures. Then, when a girl takes one of him without permission, he freezes her phone with one finger snap.

s**t, did he really break her phone?!

The screen breaks, yet, to my utter bafflement, the girl and her friends look excited. One of them even says, “Oh my god, you have Misha’s ice in your hands! That is so f*****g amazing!”

My lips part and I mumble, “Every day, we stray further from the moon goddess’s chosen path…”

Tarry giggles in her seat and shoves my arm with her elbow. “You should snatch up that snacc before somebody else does. If you make Misha chase you for too long, he might reject you and claim someone else.”

I snort. “How would Misha claim someone else?”

“Well… if Misha keeps winning and becomes the alpha, Avery will hand over the alpha position to Misha in a speech, right? He will be blessed by the moon goddess, and there will be a ceremony and s**t. And then, as an alpha, he can claim his own mate. Which he might if his fated one keeps being such a sourpuss…”

Worry squeezes my lungs until it gets harder to breathe. I look at Tarryn and give her a pained smile. “I admit that I’m playing hard to get, but it’s not on purpose. I’m just so… proud.”

She nods in understanding. “You’re upset that you lost against Misha in that duel yesterday.”

“Yes…”

“So what?” Tarry asks.

I blink in surprise, and Tarryn grins at me like the Cheshire Cat before further explaining. “The guy that fought Misha today lasted about three seconds. You at least put up a bit of a fight against your freak of a mate, and…” she looks around the bleacher. “No one here has called you weak. And why would they? Everyone can tell Misha is crazy powerful, so nobody even laughed when you lost.”

I consider her words, and even though Tarryn is right: no one laughed at me, I’m still disappointed in myself.

I trained for years to be as skilled as I am in close combat. While the other female werewolves talked about giving birth to pups and discussed what sort of man they wanted, I was at the gym. More than often, my knuckles bled, bruises covered my skin, and I had abs instead of being soft and luscious like the other females.

I’m still built like that, tall and fit. I’m not too muscular, but I’m not as feminine as the other werewolves. Though, I suppose I’ve been slacking with my training lately…

I glance down at Misha again and notice that another battle has started. Misha isn’t in it. He is drinking water while his new best friend, Becky, is celebrating his victory by grinning and taking pictures.

“Oh, come on, pose for the camera!” Becky pleads. “Do it for me, pretty please! Flex that arm!”

I smile. Does Becky really expect Misha to flex his arm—

My smile falters when Misha turns her way with a playful smirk, flexes his arm, and in return, makes his little fan club of girls squeal in delight. If this had been an anime, they would all be having nosebleeds.

“Misha is smiling!”

“He is so handsome!”

“And his magic is spot on!”

“Misha, look at me!”

Darkness shrouds my heart, and I avert my eyes from my mate. I’m disgusted with myself, but… I’m jealous. It’s an ugly feeling that wraps around me until I can’t breathe evenly. I have to get away from here before I do something stupid…

“You should go and congratulate your mate,” Tarryn says and looks up at me with glittering eyes. “I think you should go now, so the girls know what is up… Josie? What is wrong?”

My friend is scanning my face with a worried expression, and I can’t even give her a straight answer. Why? Because I’m in a world of inner pain! I don’t know how to get rid of my jealousy…

Why must I feel like this?

“Misha, can I have a picture of you?” A girl asks.

I expect Misha to say no, but he sighs and says, “Sure…”

I clench my jaw.

My heart is pounding hard against my ribcage. Misha is having fun with Becky and those girls. He is on his path to replaceing his way in life and becoming the alpha—the position I always wanted.

Suddenly I can’t stick around without being overwhelmed by this choking, dark emotion. So, I get up from my seat and walk to the back of the bleacher.

“Josie?” Tarryn asks in a low voice.

I force a cheerful tone into my voice. “I’m going to go and drink some water…”

“Oh, okay…” Tarryn relaxes. “Can you buy me some popcorn?”

“Sure,” I say despite knowing I won’t return to my seat. Misha has another battle, but I won’t be here to watch it. I know he will win it already. It’s all he ever does… win.