My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 8

Avery

I’ve turned into a monster, and there is no turning back. My vampire b***d has fully awakened, and I’m a bastard for taking advantage of my inhuman strength to get what I want.

I drank way too much b***d from my step-sister, this weak little omega, and now she is hanging limp as I carry her. What if I hurt her? And what if I have ruined every chance of becoming her friend? I’m an alpha, and she is the omega of my pack. We shouldn’t mingle since our positions are so different, but…

Ugh!

Goddamn it.

Hopefully, she is okay…

I make sure not to rustle Lydia as I make it to the door. She moves in my arms, leaning her cheek against my chest. It feels rather intimate, the way I’m holding her. I’ve never carried a woman like this, and it’s doing things to my head. My stomach has tingles and buzzing in it, but I’m trying to ignore it.

Though, it becomes harder when Lydia rubs her cheek against my chest.

“Avery…” she mumbles my name in her sleep and grabs my bicep, sinking her fingers into it. It makes my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. For someone so small, her fingers are incredibly strong…

How is that even possible?

Lydia hardly weights anything at all. So delicate. So tiny. Adorable and definitely not remotely built as a werewolf.

Not for me.

This isn’t my type of woman at all.

Right?

Silently, I blink down at her.

Dark brown hair and blue nail polish. Lydia’s face is heart-shaped, and her lips are thin. Nothing special about her. She doesn’t even have any breasts—as flat as a pancake. Yet my heart is racing.

Why?

This is not normal. An alpha picks their mate, and so does a vampire—I’m supposed to be drawn to someone suitable for me.

So why do I have butterflies?

“So cold…” Lydia complains in a weak voice.

I tighten my grip around her—I’m such a sappy s**t! Why am I holding her like this?

Something is wrong with my head. I can’t grow emotions for the runt of my pack just because she showed me her kindness by offering me her b***d. Does she even understand how much that meant to me?

Still, I shouldn’t fall for her!

I growl at myself and head up the stairs.

I shouldn’t bring Lydia to my room, but I’m starving. It disgusts me how I’m already drawn to b***d rather than food, but I got to make the best of the situation.

I got to survive.

And I might need more of Lydia’s b***d in order not to die. She is a werewolf—she is already healing. Lydia can handle another bite if I need to drink from her again.

Yes, this is a normal arrangement, and she wouldn’t want me to die, so taking her here is excused.

I set her down on my bed. Lydia is chattering her teeth, positively freezing, and I feel my body. I’m not cold. I guess I’m more like a werewolf in that regard?

“You’re lucky,” I focus my eyes on Lydia while taking off my clothes. She is conscious, but I keep talking. “Had I been cold, we would have a problem, but I’m warm, so I can warm you…”

As expected, there is no response.

I take the time to replace that book my mother mysteriously sent me years back and smile. The book is named “How to properly enjoy your b***d for amateurs 101,” which piques my interest.

The cover shows a wineglass with red liquid, and I gather one myself. I set it on the coffee table while reading. Apparently, b***d is tastier if you use a straw, so I get one of those…

After I’ve read most pages of the book, I’ve gathered quite a collection on the coffee table, but then I feel dumb. I can’t drink from Lydia with a straw, can I? She hasn’t given consent!

Grumbling to myself, I decide to just jump into bed. Since the little one is freezing, I take off my clothes. I’m still in my boxers when I wrap my arms around her and tell myself these flutters mean nothing.

I rest my chin on the top of her head. Lydia smells lovely, which is another irritating fact about her. Why could she smell like trash? I don’t want to like her—she has a mate out there somewhere!

While thinking this, I still drift off to sleep while hugging Lydia as if she were my private teddy bear.

It’s not until hours later that I wake up to her shrieking.

“Avery!” Lydia exclaims in a high-pitched voice. She tries to bolt away, but I hold her steady. She presses her palms against my chest. I must admit it feels rather ticklish.

My lips twitch as I try not to laugh. “Try not to wriggle too much…”

“Why did you take me to your bed?!”

“Uh…” I rake my brain for an answer. There isn’t a good one. “Because I might need to drink your b***d again? I’m newly turned and… You know…”

For some reason, my words upset her.

“OH-MY-GOD, YOU TOTALLY TOOK ME SO YOU COULD HAVE A MIDNIGHT SNACK!”

“I just thought that if I get thirsty, then…” I realize she is right. I totally took her here as if she were a bag of cheetos. “Shit…”

Lydia gasps at my reaction, and she lifts her chin, huge, offended eyes meeting mine. “I can’t believe you! I’m not a snacc!”

She kind of looks like a snacc right now…

No!

Stop it!

“Look, I’m sorry for—” I stop talking when I realize Lydia isn’t listening but struggling to flee from me. It makes me chuckle. “You could just ask me to release you…”

“I don’t think you would listen!”

Really? “You haven’t even tried asking me…”

“Fine… Release me, you savage!”

Lydia glares at me after snapping at me, and I stifle a laugh by biting my tongue. My little omega is entirely red in the face and still trying to squirm out of my grip.

Honestly, I would know Lydia was fighting me if I could hear her rapid heartbeat and see the sweat on her face. Vampires are scary and insanely strong…

“I’m not a savage.”

“You definitely are… And so f*g strong… How are you not even budging?!”

“I’m the vampire prince and an alpha, remember?”

“But still!” Lydia is flailing with her arms now. She is also kicking with her legs, which are right above my knees. She is so much shorter than me that I replace it amusing.”It shouldn’t be this hard to fight you!”

I sigh heavily. “Look, just take it easy, and we can solve this like grownups! Stop biting my arm!”

Lydia isn’t listening to me.

She keeps squirming like a worm, and when her a*s teases my c**k I got another problem on my hand. A huge problem, in fact, and I growl at this utter betrayal by my own body.

“I can’t f*g believe this…” I mumble in disdain.

I’m rock-hard, and for my step-sister of all people! What is the freaking matter with me?!

I must be sick in the head…

“Wait… Is that?” Lydia turns tense after noticing it too. Her battling stop, and instead, she looks at me with wide eyes. “Are you…?”

I glare down into her face. “If you say it out loud, I will murder you.”

I don’t mean my words, and it seems Lydia is learning that my bark is bigger than my bite because her lips twitch. She is definitely amused, and I roll my eyes in frustration.

“I’m going to get out of here…” I comment.

“You’re leaving? But this is your room.”

“That doesn’t matter—”

For a second time, I stop talking. There is a drop of b***d on Lydia’s neck, and my eyes focus on it. Lydia stares at me in confusion, probably wondering what the heck I’m doing.

The truth?

I’m overwhelmed by hunger the second I see her b***d. Hers tastes so sweet. Addicting. Delicious. I need another bite. My whole body is humming, and I can’t fight it.

I grimace. “I’m terribly sorry…”

Lydia stares at me. “For what?”

“For this.”

I grab her arms and wrestle her, so Lydia is underneath me. She doesn’t stand a chance against my strength. f**k, I hate myself. This is embarrassing and disgusting.

But I can’t help myself.

My teeth sink into her neck, and I feel her go tense. Tears burn in the corner of my eyes as I feed on her, but to my surprise, Lydia is… Stroking my broad back?

It shocks me, especially when she whispers. “There, there, take as much as you need… We will figure this out…”

I hope she is right because I feel like a monster when I close my eyes and give in to my hunger.