My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 153

Michelle

After my birthday party is over, I wander into the bathroom. It’s been a long confusing day. My sister’s boyfriend is my mate, and I don’t know how to feel about that. Don’t I already have enough problems to deal with?

The answer is yes, yes I do.

Silently, I meet my odd-colored eyes in the mirror, and furrow my eyebrows. My dad is the Alpha of our pack, but soon that role will be mine, and thinking about my future makes me nervous.

Am I even fit to become the next Alpha?

I’m strong, but I have my fair share of insecurities too, and they are all related to my physical appearance. Even some pack members have commented on it…

A week ago, a girl whispered to her friends, “How do people expect Michelle to become the next Alpha when she looks like that? Sure, she is strong and her stomach is flat, but her breasts and thighs are too big. She looks more like a pornstar than an Alpha!”

The friends of the girl had laughed out loud at those words, and while my face had remained unphased, those words felt like knives cutting under my skin.

Why do girls always have to be so mean to each other?

Sighing, I remove my hair tie and let my pink hair bounce around my head as I enter the shower stall. The water sprays over me, and I rub my face with my eyes closed. Whenever I stand in the shower, I wish I could wash away my ugliness, but no matter how hard I scrub my face and body, I can’t change my appearance.

It sucks.

Why couldn’t I look more like an Alpha?

Instead of being fit and strong, I’m curvy and ugly. My body isn’t as tall as my sister’s and I certainly look nothing like our mom. I’m the freak of the family. The heavier one. The one with the big nose, and the arm flab, and there is nothing I can do about that.

It pains me.

Everyday I try to look my best; I do my makeup, I do my hair and I dress nicely. I even color my hair in various colors to feel better about myself, yet at the end of the day, it does nothing to change how I feel about my own reflection.

Is it normal to look in the mirror and hate what you see?

Because I do—I look nothing like an Alpha!

I’m an ugly f*****g b***h.

I hate myself, and I hate the way I look, but I suppose no one can tell at first glance. Around strangers, I seldom show my emotions. I pretend to be dead on the inside. My lips seldom form a smile and I always act unphased. Cool. Strong. It’s become a mask to hide the chaos inside my head. Everyone seems to think I’m badass, and that makes me feel invisible.

Because even though I’m the one pretending to be fine, I still wish someone would see through my act and ask, “Hey, are you okay?”

Silly, right?

My sad emotions make the water freezingly cold, and I shriek in response, and turn off the water, eyes wide from the chilly water. There is ice underneath my feet, and I hastily leave the shower stall. Ice magic can sometimes be a curse…

I grab a towel and wrap myself up in it before wandering into my bedroom. I’m calm and collected, ready for bed until my eyes land on Kit. What is he doing here? His broad back is turned against me, and he is holding my sketchbook.

My cheeks burn. Is he looking at the dresses I’ve designed? I love Disney, and obviously, I love pretty and pink dresses too. It’s a secret, though. One I keep even from my family, but now Kit is flipping through my sketches while chuckling to himself.

“Oh hey, this one is awesome,” Kit turns around to grin in my direction. “How come I didn’t know that you were such a good designer? These are brilliant.”

I stand rotten in place, unsure what to do. I had planned on hissing at Kit for being in my room and flipping through my sketchbook without permission, but now I’m confused. Him complimenting my designs felt good. If not slightly addicting.

“Thank you.” I say in a voice much softer than the one I usually use. It’s become a habit to act unemotional, but my walls are officially down, at least around Kit. The look of genuine awe on his face makes it impossible to be anything else than happy.

“You’re welcome,” Kit looks at me, and his smile turns sheepish. “I’m sorry for barging in through your window. I wanted to announce that I’ve officially broken things off with your sister. She wasn’t happy about it and I thought I should warn you.”

I arch an eyebrow. “You told her we were mates?”

“No,” his sharp canine teeth peeks out from lips. “I might not be the smartest guy when it comes to female emotions, but… hearing that you and I are mates from and not you? Nah, man, I’m not about to start world war three between sisters. Those words should come from you and not me.”

“Agreed.” my lips twitch when I see that Kit is still holding on to my sketchbook. His eyes dart down to it, and when I stifle a laugh, he looks guilty as hell.

“Sorry, these are just so good that I can’t help but look. You’re very talented.”

I blush, but try to hide it by speaking confidently. “Thank you, but could you please keep them a secret? I don’t think the rest of the pack would respect their future Alpha if they knew she designed Disney dresses in her spare time.”

“So what? Who cares what they think? You’re going to become their Alpha, and the Alpha can do whatever the hell she wants.”

I huff out an exasperated breath. “Whatever she wants? Are you serious? I can’t do anything I want! I have to always think of the consequences of what I say and do because to the younger wolves in the pack, I’m a role model. And to the grownups? I’m their future leader, so I have to CONSTANTLY think of what image I put out—if they knew about my drawings, I would immediately be seen as less tough.”

“No, you would send out the message that it’s okay to enjoy your hobbies and still be a badass Alpha,” Kit places down my sketchbook on my bedside table and then looks back at me with a solemn expression. “By the way, who is the Alpha of your pack anyway? Some people call you the Alpha and others call your dad, Misha, the Alpha.”

I shrug and look away. “Who knows? I was supposed to become the new Alpha when I turned eighteen. But I didn’t didn’t deem myself fit for the role so I’m sharing it with my dad right now. Not that anybody cares, everyone keeps calling me the future Alpha, as if I don’t have any power over the pack right now.”

Kit nods in understanding. “I see…” his lips twitch. “Well, I can’t wait for you to take over as the Alpha. Women in charge are such a turn on—especially when you turn them into your filthy little sub in bed. You would look so sexy impaled on my c**k.”

I can physically feel the b***d draining from my face. “You’re such a f*****g p*****t! How the heck did I get stuck with you as my mate?!”

“Oh? You mean to tell me you’re not a p*****t?” He nods at my bookshelf, and a slow-spreading grin takes over his lips when I freeze. Did he look at my books? I stare at him in horror and Kit chuckles. “That’s right, I saw your bookshelf. Who knew you were a monster fucker… I mean, a monster lover… that book, Morning Glory Milking The Demon Farm? That’s some seriously filthy stuff right there.”

“I DIDN’T READ THAT!” I exclaim. “IT’S BELLA’S BOOK!”

Kit burst out laughing. “Yeah, right…” he replaces amusement in my embarrassment, and walks over to the bookshelf, taking out another dirty book. “This one is called My Filthy Orc Wedding… also not yours?”

Kill. Me. Now.

“No, of course not…” my whole face is twitching at the lie I just told. Orcs and demons might frighten me, but at the same time, who doesn’t get hot and bothered reading about d***s that are impossibly huge?

“Alright,” Kit places back the book. “Anyway, I’m heading home. My sister has gone missing and my parents are going crazy. My dad wishes to search for her, but my mom is trying to convince him that he can’t always come to our rescue.”

“Oh, so you’re not going to look for her?”

“No,” he hands me an easy-going smile. “My sister can take care of herself. She is strong, but… I will head home to calm down my dad. I will distract him with cake, and this present your dad gave me,” Kit takes out a little bag from his pocket, grinning. “I’m certain it’s a necklace since our dads have this girly gift war going on.”

“Probably,” my dad claims he dislikes Sky Howler, but I know that deep down, my dad got that Alpha’s back if he ever needed something. He saved my mom’s life in the past and my dad hasn’t forgotten. That, however, doesn’t stop him from sending Sky Howler pearl necklaces and rings; anything to annoy him. “Anyway, please don’t enter my room without my permission again.”

“I can’t promise that,” Kit chuckles. “I’m a demon—we aren’t good at listening to orders, and I quite like you and your room. Next time, maybe I will just open a portal to sleep beside you in your bed. That sounds like fun.”

“What?!” Heat floods my face. “You can’t do that!”

“Is that a challenge?” Kit wonders, and wanders over to touch more of my things. I’m seriously growing anxious from him touching and looking at everything. This time, he picks up something from my dirty laundry basket. “Because I most definitely can.”

Before I can quip something back, he opens a portal with what looks like fire magic, and throws me a k**s with his hand. Its then I notice what is around his finger—my used f*****g underwear! It’s a red string, and I gasp in horror.

“No, you can’t have that!”

But it’s too late. Kit is gone… with my underwear.