My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 95

Josie

Where the heck am I?

As I look around in fog thick enough to cut with a knife, I have this strange feeling this isn’t reality but a dream or a vision.

I’m standing on a grassy field, and goosebumps prickle over my skin when I realize where I am. This is where the final of the alpha tournament will be held, but my surroundings look all wrong.

Ominous clouds are moving in the skies, and the leaves blowing around my naked feet are a fiery orange, signaling autumn rather than summer. The temperature is also cold, and I hug my arms to my body.

For some reason, I’m always naked in my visions. I wonder why that is? Not that it’s important. Right now, I should be figuring out what my powers are trying to show me.

Dutifully, I trail along a path and look up at the field. I see Blaze and Misha facing each other. To add to the dramatic scene, thunder roars in the skies in time with the audience cheering.

Everyone is excited about this battle, but my stomach won’t stop churning. Something bad is about to happen, or else I wouldn’t be here. There is a reason my powers are showing me this.

This is why I walk further forward to hear the conversation between Blaze and my mate.

“Are you ready to die?” Blaze asks while fire coats his arms and back. He is ready for his transformation.

I shudder. Whatever that demon alpha will turn into must be something from a nightmare.

“I won’t lose this battle,” Misha says with his eyes as cold as the ice magic running in his veins. “I will become the alpha of my pack, and you will be sent back to where you came from.”

Blaze chuckles at that. “I don’t have the means to defeat you, Misha. Your magic is far stronger than mine, and battling me will make you realize that, but… it’s not in my interest to defeat you.”

Misha freezes, confused. “W-what?”

A devious smile spreads over Blaze’s lips. “My intention, my dear Misha, is to send you to a place where you belong… hell.”

Before Misha can react, a portal opens underneath him, and I scream in sheer terror when thousand burning hands grab at his feet.

“No, Misha!” I yell and try to reach him, but my feet are rooted to the spot. All I can do is wail as my mate fights for his life. I can’t help him, and tears burn in my throat. “No, this is f*****g cheating!” I look back at Blaze, momentarily forgetting this is a vision and not reality, as I holler at the evil alpha, “You can’t do this!”

Blaze doesn’t react, and my attention lands on Misha.

With tears in my eyes, I watch him try to fight the burning hands, but it’s all over within seconds. The hands pull Misha into a hole in the ground, and I bolt upright in my bed.

Sweat coats my forehead, and I pant loudly. It takes time for my eyes to adjust to the dark room, and I jerk in surprise when I feel a hand land on my shoulder. It’s only Misha, though.

“Are you alright?” He asks worriedly. His eyes glow in the dark room, and I replace that soothing. It’s like looking at nightlights, and a soft smile spreads over his lips. “I’m glad you like my eyes.”

I breathe a laugh, shaken yet not enough to stay quiet. “You’re not supposed to read my mind.”

“How could I not when you wake up terrified and drenched in a cold sweat? You were shaking like crazy.”

“I had a vision.”

Misha lies down on the bed on his side, and his head is prompted up by his muscular arm. His face is the living picture of concern. “Do you want to come over here and talk about it?”

I crawl to lay beside him, not even hesitating to inhale him as I slide back down on the mattress. He smells nice, and I press my cold nose into the middle of his chest while my hand lands on his h*p.

He tenses as my touch, but I don’t think it’s because he hates it. I think it’s because he didn’t expect it. Why do I replace that so cute? I press myself closer to him, muttering against his warm skin.

“I’m sure you’ve read my mind already and know why I freaked out.”

“Blaze opened a portal…” Misha is stroking his fingers over my hair. He is careful while doing it, and I stifle a laugh.

“I’m not a deer that might run away if you pet me too hard.”

“But you’re delicate!” Misha dips his nose into my hair and hugs me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. “And you’re mine, and you’re shaken because you had a vision of me dying.”

A sob escapes me when he says the word “dying” because losing Misha now after we are mated? It would tear me apart, not only me, but I don’t think Lydia and Avery could handle losing him again.

“Don’t forget about my little siblings…”

I chuckle against his slightly hairy chest. “Misha… what did I tell you about reading my mind again?”

“I know, I know…” he sighs. “But I’m not lying when I say I can’t control it… thoughts are like magnets, and once I’ve looked into your mind, it will take a few minutes before I can shut out your thoughts… did that make any sense to you?”

“Not really.”

He breathes another laugh, and I can feel his lips curl against the top of my head. “I don’t know how to explain it, but please don’t think I’m doing it on purpose! Also, all your thoughts are sweet. I’m more in love with you now after gaining this ability.”

I lift my chin, and he moves his head. Our eyes meet in the dark, and I whisper, “Really?”

“Mhm,” he smiles. “I like you a lot.”

Before I know what is happening, Misha moves and pushes me down onto my back. I stare up at him, and he smirks once his thick, muscular thighs are on either side of me.

He isn’t sitting on me, but the hand resting on my flat stomach is strong enough to keep me pinned to my spot. A shudder wracks me at the thought of being trapped.

“And I like keeping you trapped as well,” Misha smirks and shifts to stand on his fours to k**s my ribcage.

His mouth is searing hot, and his teeth graze my skin, teasing me with the pleasure toxins he could inject me with if he bit me. I arch my back, curling my toes and stretching to give him better access.

But Misha doesn’t bite me.

He strokes my skin and chuckles, “I’m tired of you telling me no, Josie,” he nods at the blinds inside the room. “I want my mate, and the sun isn’t up for another hour. But first, I want to hear you beg for it.”

My p***y is throbbing. I like this darker version of Misha, and I f*****g love the loss of control I have over the situation. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I’m soaking wet.

But I have issues with surrendering. My pride is important, so I decide to play dumb. Perhaps it can help me make Misha please me without surrendering my control.

“Beg for it?” I ask.

Instead of responding, Misha meets my eyes. “Josie, I can read your mind, and I already know what you’re up to. So here is how this will go: either you beg me to go down on you, or I will walk out of this room. It’s your choice and very simple.”