Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: A Better Kisser

Riley’s POV

Not only were the teachers stunned, but even I was a bit shocked.

I called Ezra here to bail me out. Maybe stop the teachers from bullying me.

I never expected him to take my punishment for me:

“What? No, no way!” The history teacher was the first to snap out of it. He waved his hands frantically, looking panicked. “Absolutely not. We could never let you clean the toilets, Ezra. I wouldn’t even dare dream of it…”

Ezra raised an eyebrow. “But that’s how you punished Riley. And she’s my master. If you dare give my master such orders, why won’t you let me do it?”

All the teachers in the room looked like they just got a slap in the face.

One teacher let out an awkward laugh. “Ezra, you can’t be taking that silly bet seriously. You’re royal blood. Can’t be a werewolf’s slave.”

I sneered. “Funny. If I had lost the match, would you call it a ‘silly bet’ and let me weasel out of it too?”

The teachers exchanged uneasy glances. One of them said stiffly, “That’s completely different. You’re a werewolf

“So I just deserve to be bullied?” I shrugged. “Don’t forget that this werewolf beat your mighty Lycan prince.” They all glared at me, grinding their teeth. Then Ezra gave a soft chuckle. “You heard my master. Now, get out of my way. I have a toilet to clean.”

With the dirty rag in hand, he actually turned and walked toward the bathroom in the Teacher’s Lounge.

The whole room erupted in panic. A few teachers rushed after him, crying, “No, wait, Ezra! Please don’t!”

The history teacher whirled around and grabbed my arm, hissing, “Have you lost your goddamn mind? You’re really going to let him do this for you?”

“He’s volunteering. I didn’t force him,” I said with a frown.

But my heart was actually pounding wildly at the moment. I made Ezra my slave to humiliate him. Yet I never actually thought he’d actually do the slave’s job.

I walked to the bathroom door. Ezra was indeed crouched on the floor, using the rag to wipe the tiles. Several teachers hovered around him, looking like they were about to kneel and beg.

“Please, Ezra, seriously. Stop now,” one teacher was practically pleading. “If people find out you’re cleaning toilets, the whole school will be in trouble. And we’ll all get fired!”

Ezra said lazily, “Yet I don’t really care what happens to you people. I only follow one person’s orders, and that person is my master.”

All the teachers turned to glare at me at once. My history teacher pinched my arm, gritting out, “Say something, Riley Monroe!”

I took a deep breath. “Put the rag down, Ezra.”

He chuckled and tossed it aside. “As you wish, master. Now, does my master need to stay and finish her

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punishment? Or does she get to come with me?”

“O-Of course you’re both free to go,” the teacher answered, terrified.

Ezra stood up and walked over to me. He gave me a wicked smile, then turned back to the teachers again. “You dragged Riley all the way down here and tried to physically punish her. Don’t you have anything else to say to her?

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The teachers were sweating. They stammered, turning to face iné. “We’re sorry…” “Sorry, Miss Monroe.”

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit awkward.

Yes, these teachers were mean and biased. But they were still teachers. Seeing them bow and scrape like this was both embarrassing and a little hilarious.

But Ezra still didn’t seem satisfied. His face darkened, and he let out a snort. “That’s it? An apology? I’m not convinced.”

I quickly tugged on his sleeve. “That’s enough. Don’t push it.”

He shrugged, put an arm around my shoulders, and turned to leave. Before we walked out of there, he threw one last, threatening glance at the teachers:

“You should be grateful my master is a nice person. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be over so easily.”

The teacher’s mumbled apologies and thanks followed us out the door.

Once we were out of the Teacher’s Lounge, I frowned at him. “Did you do that on purpose?”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What do you mean?”

“Making such a big scene in front of the teachers. You know that just makes everyone hate me more. Was that what you want?”

He chuckled lowly. “You’re so paranoid sometimes, Riley. I’m just following our bet. Playing the loyal, obedient slave as you wish. What’s wrong with that?”

I was speechless. He smiled, “Now, may I take your coat and bag, master?”

Before I could refuse, he’d already taken my jacket and backpack away

It was break time between classes. As Ezra and I walked down the hallway, the usually noisy corridor fell dead silent. Because everyone was staring at us.

But the looks were different now.

They weren’t filled with disdain and scorn as before. They held more anger, and… fear.

After all, I wasn’t just the healer who’d beaten a warrior anymore. I was also the werewolf girl who’d defeated their Lycan heir.

The constant stares made me uncomfortable. So I quickened my pace, hurrying through the hall and out of the building.

I just got a text from my mom. She asked me and Ezra to come home for dinner and stay the night. So I headed toward the dorms to pack a few things.

It wasn’t until I reached my dorm door that I realized Ezra was still following right behind me.

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“You’re dismissed,” I said to him quickly.

My bag was slung over his shoulder, my jacket draped over his arm. He stood two steps below me but was still way taller. His large frame was very intimidating.

Those bright green eyes were watching me intently. He smiled. “No, I can’t leave my master alone. It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m going back to my dorm. What’s dangerous about that? Now leave me alone.”

He scoffed and took a step up, looking down at me. “Call me when you need me, chase me away as soon as you re done? That’s a bit cruel, don’t you think?”

I gulped, taking a small step back. His gaze felt dangerous. “OK that’s enough. Our bet’s over. I don’t need you to be my slave anymore. You can leave now.”

He laughed softly. “Oh, no. A week is a week. That was the deal. I don’t want to be the sore loser in your mouth.”

Then he glanced at the door behind me. “Now, are you going to open the door, or should I do it for you?”

I gritted my teeth. Over his shoulder, I saw a group of students gathered now too far away from us, whispering and watching us intently. I didn’t want to draw any more attention. So I quickly turned and unlocked the door.

But before I could step inside, Ezra suddenly took a huge step forward and scooped me up into his arms!

“Hey, what the hell?!” I gasped, struggling angrily.

“Carrying my master around is part of a slave’s duties too. I want you to have the full experience,” he said, chuckling as he strode into the room with me in his arms.

I saw my roommates peeking out of their rooms, staring at us in shock.

He carried me all the way into my room and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced on the mattress a bit and immediately scrambled up. He kicked the door shut, blocking out the curious stares, and climbed onto the bed as well, one knee sinking into the mattress.

“What’s the matter, Master? Have I offended you somehow?” he gave me a bright, wicked smile.

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