Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 78

Chapter 75.

~Hardin.

Nobody would have probably believed me but, I was damn serious when I said I could give up my position as the Alpha if that was what it would take Jasmine to forgive me, I thought as I walked through the hallway.

I had wronged her and I didn't realize my wrongdoings early enough to apologize. I was sorry now and was willing to prove it but, first, I needed to make her see reasons why she should forgive me.

And I intended to do that, right until Lorenzo interrupted my thought with a growl that came at me.

With a frown on my face, “What is it Lorenzo?” I asked.

“Don’t try to be innocent with me, Hardin!” He bawled out immediately, and I wondered for a start, if Lorenzo was even sensible enough to realize that for one of the first times since I had known him, I just wanted to have a peaceful talk with him, without having to throw punches.

“Innocent?” I scoffed. “You know that is one thing that I would not dare. Good thing, I don’t find myself pretending like you do.”

“Stop trying to go around corners, Hardin!” He remarked. “You know I’m talking about Jasmine. And I am only having this discussion with you, because I respect the part that she is your step sister, intentionally choosing to avoid every other sexual thing you have had with her as much as it irks me.”

I chuckled. If it was Jasmine, Dad or Camila, I would have actually been filled with guilt. But at that moment, I was glad that even Lorenzo admitted that it pissed him off. My dislike for him was still so much, even as I did not know why. But everyday, with all of his actions, he made me see reasons why I actually should hate him.

“Jasmine is my mate, Hardin. Can you do me the favor and stay away from her, because I really don’t want to go about this cycle with you.”

I had not taken anything Lorenzo said to heart, until he mentioned that Jasmine was his mate.

“What are you saying?” I probed, with my brows furrowed. How was it even possible?

“Jasmine is my mate, Lorenzo, so what you are saying makes no sense.”

“It’s not possible, you should not say that!” He growled, and before I could get a chance to respond, Lorenzo sent a punch to my face.

“You did not just dare that,” I clenched my fists in anger, and that was how we continued throwing blows that landed us in the office of the principal.

And as things could turn out, the principal dismissed us, after making sure to complain to Russo and Lorenzo’s father that we fought for a reason that did not make sense, because it really did not make sense to me. And the only thing I could see was Lorenzo intentionally getting on my nerves.

"How do you expect I let your son claim my son's mate? It isn't right and has never been done." Alpha Hills, Lorenzo’s Dad, said to Russo and my brows knitted. Dad had invited Lorenzo and his dad to our pack to deliberate on the mate issue -an issue I didn't see the need for deliberation.

How could he not realize that Lorenzo was clearly lusting after Jasmine and was not actually mated to her.

"I can't just let your son claim Jasmine as his mate. The moon goddess had taken her time to mate them." Dad replied and I looked up at Lorenzo to see him glaring at me.

"Yeah? That Lorenzo is not man enough to have Jasmine?"

"A car race." He announced, ignoring my petty talk, and somehow we all managed to ask 'what?' at the same time.

"Yes, a car race, two days from now at the open field dividing our packs, whoever wins the race shall be announced as Jasmine's mate.”

"I think that is a good idea." Dad concurred and I furrowed my brows.

"A car race really?" I felt it was rather absurd. So whoever wins would be announced as Jasmine’s mate randomly, what if Lorenzo was even lying? Why had nobody even included asking Jasmine from the start?

I understood that Dad did not want to get her head messed up with the ‘dragging for mate thing,’ and concurred to the car race because he probably wanted me to prove myself. But it still did not make any sense.

"I am in," Lorenzo said, interrupting me and I sighed.

Staring at him intently, like I was trying to search his thoughts, “and if I win the car race, we will not have this juvenile banter anymore? Because I am really sick of all of these with you.” I said.

“Yes,” he nodded, and I wondered if I was doing the right thing.

"Fine then,” I mentioned. “A car race it is."