Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: As You Wish, Master

Riley’s POV

“Ezra!” Hansen let out an agonized cry.

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The other Lycans also looked utterly devastated. And they all glared at me as if I had committed some terrible crime.

“You! You filthy, despicable werewolf!” Hansen gritted out. “How dare you insult our prince like this? This is a goddamn crime—”

“This was our bet,” I cut him off, then added sarcastically. “And if you didn’t want your holy prince to get insulted, why didn’t you try harder during the match? Crying and wailing after you’ve lost is just laughable and so fucking pathetic.”

Hansen’s face flushed red. Lisa stepped up to Ezra’s side and gritted out in a low, dangerous voice, “Ezra, you don’t need to do this. There are a million ways to take care of this… quietly.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, really. Like assassinating me? That’s just great. So when you can’t win in public, you resort to sneaky, dirty tricks.”

Lisa let out a furious growl at me and arched her back as if she was about to charge at me the next second. Silas quickly moved to block me behind him while letting out a low, threatening growl.

Yet Ezra raised his hand, stopping his angry teammates. “We lost. That’s a fact. I will honor the agreement.”

“But-‘

Ezra gave his teammates a cold, stern look. “My decision is made. And now you will all follow my orders.” The Lycans shivered in fear and quickly dropped their heads humbly.

Ezra turned to me again, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cool smile. “So, my dear master, is there anything you want me to do right now?”

I frowned at him.

Ezra’s attitude after losing wasn’t what I’d imagined.

In my mind, Ezra should have been furious about losing. He should have thrown a tantrum, yelled at every one of his teammates. He should have acted like a total clown. And then I could laugh at him, right to his face.

But none of that happened.

He was strangely calm. He accepted the loss way too easily, as if being my slave for a week wasn’t that big of a deal.

And what was even weirder-the way he was looking at me now felt more intense. Almost like… he was looking forward to this.

That pissed me off big time.

My face fell. “Not right now. But I expect you to be available when I call.”

The Lycans bared their fangs at me. Yet Ezra simply smiled. “Of course. As you wish, master.”

With that, he signaled to his team, and they all filed out. The crowd around the field was also dispersing, but

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almost every face was dark and sullen, like someone had just died out there.

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I let out a quiet snort. They’re already upset now? Just wait until we win the Hunting Season. That’ll put the whole school in a bad mood for the rest of the year. I can’t wait to see it.

“Bunch of sore losers,” Silas said, rolling his eyes.

“Ignore them. We won fair and square,” I said, turning to the two of them. “But if we want to keep winning in the Hunting Season, we need Olivia to cooperate.

Odin’s face turned red. “I’m sorry about her. But she doesn’t mean any harm, you know. She just has a hot temper

“Doesn’t mean any harm?!” Silas cried out loudly. “Your sister almost made us lose the match! And if we had lost, it wouldn’t be her stripping on the roof-it’d be Riley! Did she even think about that?!”

Odin looked even more embarrassed. “I know. I’m really sorry. I’ll get her to cooperate. I promise.”

“You’d better. We can’t afford to have a deserter on the team,” Silas growled.

Odin left to find Olivia. Silas and I left the field and split up in front of the school building. He headed to his combat class, and I left for my history class.

I walked into the classroom and immediately slammed into another student at the door.

“Watch where you’re going, loser!” he snapped at me.

I rubbed my sore shoulder and looked up at him coldly. “You ran into me first.”

“Oh yeah?” He took a step toward me, snarling. “You got a fucking problem with that? Sue me!”

I glared at him. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw everyone in the classroom glaring at me with the same look. Disgust, hatred, and anger.

I was the girl who’d beaten their perfect prince and made him my slave. I was also the girl whose mother ruined the King’s marriage. They had every reason to hate me.

And it wasn’t just the students. Even the history professor was shooting me an icy stare from the podium.

“Stop blocking the door, Miss Monroe,” said the professor impatiently. “Class is about to start.

I didn’t say anything else, just walked past the guy and came into the room. Moving through a sea of hostile looks, I finally took a seat in the very back of the classroom.

I got it.

They hated me simply because they couldn’t stand seeing me become the stronger one. They wanted me to stay weak, to stay the prey, so they could keep bullying me forever.

Well, too bad for them. Because I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I was determined to win the Hunting Season and beat Ezra a second time.

The history class started soon. While the professor went on and on about boring historical figures and events, I quietly pulled out my phone.

My phone had been buzzing in my pocket since the match began. Now I finally had time to check it.

There were six missed calls and three messages. All from Mateo.

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[You got time? Call me back ASAP.)

It’s urgent.]

[You got a new patient.]

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I frowned and quickly texted back: [At school. Can’t talk. All patients go on the waitlist and wait their turn. You know the rules.]

He replied right away: [This patient is different.]

I was starting to lose my patience. Mateo was a decent contact. He usually scheduled my appointments withouta fuss. Sure, some rich patients tried to bribe their way in and skip the line now and then, but Mateo always handed it for me. He knew how I worked.

What was so different this time?

I replied: [Different how? Who is it?]

[The patient doesn’t want me to say who they are upfront. They want to meet in person.]

So they want to jump the line and stay anonymous?

Anger flared up inside me. My thumb flew across the screen [Then tell them to fuck off. Find another doctor.]

I hit send. Just then, something smacked me in the head. I yelped in pain.

I looked up, clutching my head. The whole class was watching me with gleeful looks. The thing that hit me was the professor’s marker.

“Riley Monroe!” the history professor snapped. “I saw you on your phone. Do you really think you’re so smart you don’t need to pay attention in class? I can promise you’ll fail history this semester!”

I glanced at the multiple-choice questions on the slide, then shrugged. “The answers are C, D, C, and A. Am I right?”

I was obviously right. Because the professor’s face suddenly flushed with embarrassment. After a brief pause, he gritted his teeth, “Good grades don’t stand for everything. You just disrespected your teacher. And that alone makes you a terrible student.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I disrespected you? How? By answering a question correctly?”

“SILENCE!” the professor snarled. “You see? There! Talking back to a teacher-that’s clear sign of disrespect!”

I clenched my fists, but he was done listening anymore. Instead, he barked, “Get out of my class right now! Wait for me in the hallway!”

I took a deep breath and got up. The whole class was clearly thrilled to see me kicked out. As I stepped out of the classroom and shut the door behind me, I even heard a faint round of applause from inside.

So for the rest of class, I was stuck standing in the hallway. An hour and a half later, the history session finally ended. The professor marched out and shot me a glare.

“Come with me.” he ordered.

I followed him in silence. And at the same time, I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Ezra:

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