My Alpha Stepbrother is My Bully (Nevaeh) novel Chapter 91

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Duncan doesn’t say anything after I hit him. Instead, he stares up at me from the muddy ground, his face a mirror of confusion as he scrubs his fingers over his reddening cheek where my fist connects.

But eventually, he raises his voice. “What the hell, Blair?” he sputters, struggling to get back on his feet. “You can’t just go around punching people because you’re mad!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say sarcastically, not feeling sorry at all since violence is part of the werewolf world. “I thought that’s how Alphas communicated these days: with force and domination instead of reason and respect. Did I mention thieving?”

Duncan narrows his eyes at me, the earlier shock morphing into anger. “Don’t twist this around on me. I’ve been nothing but respectful to you, even when you’ve been an unreasonable brat.”

“A brat?!” I screech, my temper boiling over. “How dare you! You stole everything from me, and you have the nerve to call ME the brat?!”

Duncan’s eyes flash dangerously as he steps closer, his broad frame looming over me. “I didn’t steal anything from you, Blair. The pack chose me, and your father left the company to me. It wasn’t my decision.”

“But you sure as hell didn’t refuse it either, did you?” I spit back, refusing to be cowed by his Alpha posturing. “You were all too happy to take what was mine.”

“We have been over this already! You know damn well I had to take over the pack. What else would I do? Let some other random wolves lead the Winter pack because one thing is clear: they wouldn’t have accepted you as their Alpha even if I weren’t in the picture! I know that it hurts hearing it, but that’s the truth!”

I meet his eyes. “Because they think I’m weak, right?”

“Yes-” Duncan’s eyes widen when he realizes his mistake: actually being truthful, and when I release a bitter laugh, his face turns apologetic. “No, I mean no! They just-”

“Oh, save it for someone who cares, Duncan,” I growl and roll my eyes to hide the hurt inside my chest. The last thing I want is to cry in front of the dude who thinks I’m useless, but I can’t stop the words from pouring out, “The pack thinks I’m weak, and you think so too, don’t you? When you look at me, you don’t see someone who could be an Alpha; you see someone who needs protecting. A fragile little thing.”

Duncan freezes in his place. His face is all guilt, and my lips form a bitter smile. “I guess that’s my answer, huh?”

With that, I leave Duncan in the dust and head off to the secret place in the forest where the pack is meeting up before the hunt. Everyone is waiting there, but while my body is physically there with them, my mind is somewhere else.

I must get stronger…much stronger. If I can manage that, I can show the pack elders that I’m not useless and also get back at Duncan. But how do I become stronger?

Duncan’s hurtful words echo in my mind as I make my way through the forest to join the rest of the pack.

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Weak. Fragile. In need of protection. Is that really how he sees me? How they all see me?

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As I approach the gathered pack members, all eyes turn to me. Some curious, some pitying, a few even disdainful. I lift my chin and meet their gazes head-on, refusing to cower or show any sign of weakness even though I lost the pack to Duncan.

“Hello,” I say with a practiced smile. “What are we hunting tonight?”

Mona, one of the older and more experienced wolves, steps forward. “Deer, most likely,” she says, eyeing me up and down. “Are you sure you’re up for this, Blair? It’s been a while since you’ve hunted with the pack.”

Her words, though not outright hostile, carry an undercurrent of doubt. It grates on my already frayed nerves. I know she’s only voicing what many of the others are thinking, but, goddamn, hearing it is painful.

I force my smile to stay in place. “I’m ready. Hunting is in my blood, same as all of you. A little time off won’t change that.”

Mona doesn’t argue with me, but I can tell she’s not entirely convinced. None of my pack members are. They think I’ve gone soft, that motherhood and my time in the coma have made me weak. And maybe they are right. Perhaps I have lost my edge.

…I definitely lost some muscle mass.

And strength.

A lot of it, actually.

But I will be damned if I let them see that I’m weaker.

I strip off my clothes, not caring about my nudity in front of the pack. Someone stares at my slender body, probably wondering what the hell happened. I no longer look like a warrior, but resemble a skinny teenager, but once I shoot them a glare, they look away.

I huff, proud that I can still scare people off, but once a large shadow falls over me, I realize that isn’t the case. Duncan is in his dragon form and more bitterness swells inside of me when I realize the person only looked away because Mr. Scary Dragon Alpha is behind me.

“Oh my god,” I hear a female wolf say, “I didn’t realize he was that huge!”

“Is this your first time seeing the Alpha in his dragon form?” her friend asks.

“Yes!” the first female sounds like she is about to pee herself-she definitely has a crush on Duncan. So do her friends, who all giggle while looking at Duncan with heart-shaped eyes. Seriously, when did people become so shallow? No one gave a flipping fuck about Duncan back when he was a werewolf!

Duncan’s looming presence behind me only adds to my irritation. I don’t need him to protect me or scare off any curious or judgemental stares. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, even if my body isn’t in peak condition.

As I shift into my lycan form, I can’t help but notice how much smaller I am compared to before. My sleek white fur doesn’t quite disguise the loss of muscle tone, and I feel a pang of self-consciousness. But I shake it

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off, determined not to show any weakness, especially in front of Duncan. I’m not helpless, and even if I’m smaller, I can still take down a deer to feed my kid at home. I’m not useless!

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