My Alpha Stepbrother is My Bully (Nevaeh) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Third and possibly last short story – I’m my stepbrother’s old bully.

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Eli (Elmyra)

Moving back home when you’re twenty-three because you’re dirt-broke without a plan for the future is embarrassing. But since I’m going to die soon, I guess I don’t mind it.

Even if I’m a grown woman and not a kid, I would rather spend my last days in my parent’s mansion than on the street, which is my second option since the apartment I’ve lived in for the last couple of years is no longer mine.

I dropped out of college a month ago due to depression.

But my mental state isn’t the saddest part.

My boyfriend, who should have tried to support me, broke up with me instead. After the depression hit me, he started complaining that I was no longer the happy chick he fell in love with. And then, he threw me out, so here I am, staring up at the Spring pack’s mansion like a lost little puppy.

“Back home after all these years, huh? Who could have guessed I was going to grow up and die in the same place?” I ask no one in particular before taking out my suitcase from the trunk of the limousine I arrived in.

The wind rustles my blonde hair as I do so, and I lift my eyes to the large doors ahead of me. Seeing them again is actually making me sentimental. I grew up here after my mother remarried Jarold Florence, the Alpha of the Spring pack. This is my home, and so is his…

I laugh at that thought. Camden Florence, my younger stepbrother, should still be living with our parents. He hasn’t turned eighteen yet but will later this week, and if the rumors are true, the little pipsqueak will be taking over the Spring pack soon.

But I doubt that.

Camden, or Cam, as I like to call him whenever I tease him, wasn’t like other werewolves growing up. He might be the Alpha’s son, but Camden had a late puberty…or at least I assume he has gone through it now. The last time I saw him, he was a feeble little thing and by no means fit to take over the pack.

Is he going to be different now? Or is my stepfather just giving my stepbrother the title without Camden being fit to be a strong Alpha? That could also be the case. Not that it matters. I’ve seen plenty of packs have skinny, tiny Alphas that are better at numbers and keeping the peace than they are at fighting-Camden could be one of those Alphas.

“He was always good with his numbers and way better than me in school even though he was younger…” I mutter to myself, but instead of jealousy, I feel…sadness.

Truthfully, I was very mean to Camden growing up. He wanted to hang with his older, cooler sister, but I wouldn’t let him.

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There were some rare instances when I allowed Cam to hang out with me and my friends, like back when I smoked my first cigarette and skipped class. Just sucks that he had to tell mom about it when I didn’t let the pipsqueak smoke with us. He clearly didn’t understand that I was protecting him by not letting him fall down. to my level.

Camden has always been the golden child. He is smart and bright, while I’m the opposite. With my blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, and freckly face, I might look like an angel, but on the inside, I’m dying.

Literally.

I suffered from cancer growing up, and the chemotreatment made me bitter. Then, once I was “clean” and “cured” of the cancer, I always feared it would come back. And now it “finally” has. No one knows about that, though; it’s just me and my depression that knows.

With a pout on my lips, I enter the building and am greeted by…no one. Seriously, where is everyone? There isn’t even a butler to take my suitcase, and when my eyes land on the endless staircase, I sigh heavily.

“Man, do I really have to pull up my suitcase all those stairs? For fuck’s sake… Where are the elevators when you need them? I’m going to be sweating tonight…”

Knowing there is no other choice than to suffer, I start dragging up my suitcase. It is…harder than it should be. I might be a werewolf, but the cancer is making me weaker than usual. By the time I reach the top of the stairs, I’m breathing heavily, and sweat is beading on my forehead. I pause to catch my breath, leaning against the ornate banister.

Just then, my eyes land on an envelope with my name written on it on top of a side table near the stairs.

“What the hell?”

I pick it up and gasp after reading it-it says I’m supposed to be living in the basement!

Angry, I clutch the paper in my hand. “This must be a joke! If it’s not, then my family are all assholes!”

I crumple up the letter and throw it on the floor in frustration. The basement? Really? After everything I’ve been through, this is how they welcome me home?

Seething, I glare at the stairs. Going down won’t be as hard as going up, but I’m still… frustrated! Everything is a challenge these days! Why isn’t there a butler around?!

“Well… I guess a woman gotta be independent against her will, huh?”

With that, I take a deep breath, and this my journey down the stairs can start…and end. About halfway down the stairs, I’m too exhausted to stand straight and trip over my own feet like a total idiot.

A scream rips from my throat, but like in every cliché movie ever, I feel a pair of strong hands grip my shoulders to prevent me from dying. Sadly, I don’t get the sweet, “Are you okay, ma’am?” question. Instead, a deep voice yells at me like I’m insane.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?!”

I look up, startled, into a pair of striking green eyes. It takes me a moment to recognize who I’m staring at.

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“Cam?” I ask in disbelief.

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My stepbrother looks…different. Very different from the scrawny kid I remember. He has grown like a weed and is several inches taller than me now. The “kid” has also filled out with lean muscle and his dark hair is styled messily. There is a hint of stubble on his chiseled jawline, and I gawk. When did my little stepbrother get so…hot?

I quickly shake off that inappropriate thought. Cam is scowling at me, his brows furrowed in apparent annoyance. “Elmyra. I see you’re just as graceful as ever,” he remarks dryly.

I bristle at his sarcastic tone. “Nice to see you too, pipsqueak.” The old nickname slips out reflexively. “Thanks for the warm welcome. I especially loved the thoughtful note about my new basement accommodations.”

Cam rolls his eyes. “Mom and Dad are out of town. I’m the one who had to prepare for your arrival.” He releases his grip on my shoulders and steps back, his nostrils flaring like those belonging to an angry bull. “The basement apartment is fully furnished. It even has its own private entrance so you don’t have to bother the rest of us. I figured you’d prefer that.”

His callous words cut deep. I cross my arms defensively, trying to ignore the hurt welling up inside me. “Wow, Cam. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome. Guess I’ll just get out of your way then.”

Cam doesn’t even have the decency to look chagrined. He just shrugs, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “You know how it is, Elmyra. The pack hierarchy must be maintained. As a pack member who doesn’t hunt, you’re hardly above the rank of Omega, so your rightful place is below.”

The way he emphasizes the word “Omega” makes my blood boil. I can’t believe this arrogant pup is lording his soon-to-be Alpha status over me.

“Got it,” I growl. “The basement will do me just fine.”

I reach for my heavy suitcase, but Cam snatches it before I can grab the handle. “I’ve got it,” he grunts. “Follow

me.”

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