In My Lycan Stepbrother's Bed

BLAIR'S POV

They say parties are meant for fun, a place to lose yourself and escape your worries. In my case, I lost my mate and everyone I thought I trusted.

I spotted a couple kissing the moment I stepped into the loud frat house filled with people dancing and drinking. I watched them for a second and shook my head as they groped each other.

As I weaved my way through the dark crowd, the house vibrated with deafening music and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat.

Wow, I thought, seeing how people were pressed against each other, grinding to the beat and lost in the thrill of the party.

Once again, Jaxon had thrown the wildest and best birthday party of the year.

I tightened my grip on the wrapped gift in my hands, making sure it didn't slip. I had spent weeks thinking about what to get him this year and finally decided to get him a jersey with my name printed on it.

It was different from the usual cologne, sneakers, or watches I'd given him over the years. This was more personal. More meaningful. And I hoped he liked it.

Jaxon and I had been together for four years already. We started dating in high school, and two years later, when I turned eighteen, I discovered he was my mate.

When I found out, I felt like fate had rewarded me. I loved him already, but realizing we were meant to be? It was like everything in my life had fallen into place.

After that, we decided to apply to the same college, Northvale, so we wouldn't have to do long-distance. I wanted us to experience everything together and love each other even more.

Jaxon was everything a girl could want. Handsome, confident, and popular. He was a star player on the basketball team. And most importantly, he took care of me. Even if we were a little different, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered because I loved him.

And that should have been enough. Right?

"Hey, Blair."

I turned to see Max, one of Jaxon's friends, standing by the counter, a red solo cup in his hand. He was already tipsy and wore a lazy grin.

"Hey," I replied, my eyes scanning the kitchen. But Jaxon wasn't there.

"You looking for Jax?" Max asked, reading my expression.

"Yeah, have you seen him?"

He nodded. "Saw him go upstairs a while ago."

I exhaled, relieved. That was even better. If he was in his room, we could talk privately. I could give him his gift, maybe even steal a few quiet moments away from the chaos of the party. And then go back to study for my test.

"Thanks, Max," I said before heading toward the stairs.

The music faded slightly as I moved up the stairs, my fingers still gripping the neatly wrapped jersey.

I hoped he liked it.

When I reached his room, I lifted my hand to knock but then I heard something.

Pushing my dark brown hair behind my ear, I listened closely, almost pressing my ear against the door, and that's when I heard it again.

A moan, followed by a consistent thud.

I froze and a sense of dread washed over me.

My brows furrowed as I glanced at the door to be sure. This was Jaxon's room. No mistake about it.

Another moan came and this time, I recognized the voice.

"You feel so good," Jaxon groaned.

My stomach dropped. No. No, this wasn't real.

I could feel my heart pounding and my fingers shaking as I reached for the door.

I gripped the doorknob, hesitation twisting in my gut. I didn't want to see whatever was happening on the other side. But my body moved on its own, my hand turning the knob, pushing the door open before my brain could catch up.

And what I saw made my world crumble.

My mouth fell open when I saw Jaxon, my mate, pants down. He was fucking a girl pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and her head thrown back as he thrust into her.

"Harper...." I choked out, but my voice came out as a whisper.

I couldn't breathe as I stood there. The sight took the air from my lungs and made my heart drop to my stomach. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing through my chest, and I bit down on my lips to swallow the cry threatening to escape.

I felt my knees go weak, my fingers going numb and the gift I was holding slipped from my hand and landed with a dull thud on the floor.

Harper's eyes snapped open when she heard the sound and she looked directly at me.

She froze.

The room was suddenly silent, except for the deafening sound of my own heartbeat.

Jaxon turned his head, his eyes widening as the realization hit him. But it was too late.

"Shit!" He cursed under his breath as he sprang away from Harper.

Air. I needed air.

My chest tightened and it seemed as if my lungs were refusing to work as I stood there, frozen, watching the two people I trusted the most scramble for words... and their clothes.

After covering himself, Jaxon stepped forward. His pants was still unbuttoned and his hands reached out like he could fix this somehow.

"Sta...stay back," I choked out, moving back. My voice was shaking as hot tears streamed down my face.

"Blair, just calm down," Jaxon said. "Let's talk, okay?"

"Calm down?" Tears poured down my face. "You want me to calm down so we can talk? Talk about what? How you were fucking my best friend?"

"Blair..." Harper finally spoke, her voice small.

I snapped my head toward her, anger taking over. "How could you?" I yelled, glaring at her. "How could you do this to me?"

She flinched, glancing at Jaxon like he was supposed to save her.

"Both of you! I trusted both of you!" I cried.

Jaxon ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. But the next second, he snapped.

"Will you calm down?" His voice rose, annoyed. "Stop playing the victim card!"

I blinked in shock, surprised by his tone and audacity. "Victim card?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes like I was the one being ridiculous. "You act like this is all on me, but maybe if you weren't so fucking uptight, I wouldn't have had to cheat on you."

I stared at him, feeling numb. "What?"

He folded his arms, looking at me like I should have seen this coming. "We've been together for four years, Blair. Four fucking years, and all we do is make out like a couple of high school kids." He let out a sharp laugh. "Hell, even high school kids have fucked!"

My stomach turned. "You told me you were okay with waiting," I whispered.

"Well, I'm not anymore," he snapped. "All my teammates talk about the girls they hook up with, and I just sit there like a fucking loser because my girlfriend is a damn prude." He threw his hands up. "Who the fuck is still a virgin in college, huh?"

My heart shattered all over again.

Not just because he cheated.

But because he was blaming me for it.

I scoffed, wiping the tears that blurred my vision. I turned to Harper. "And you? Why did you do it?"

She crossed her arms, her expression suddenly cold. "I don't owe you an explanation, Blair," she replied. "Jaxon and I have been fucking for eight months, so if you really cared about your mate, you would've noticed earlier."

Eight months.

My best friend and mate have been betraying me for almost a year. I clutched my chest, trying to stop the anguish I felt.

"This is my birthday party," Jaxon spat. "You should have been here with me but you had a stupid test to study for. You're so boring!!"

I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

"Reject him," my wolf cried, feeling my pain. "He has hurt us."

Even though I tried to hold back my tears, it streamed down again. "You know what? Go ahead. Keep fucking." I wiped my face. "I'm done. I'm out of both your lives."

"Blair, don't do this," Jaxon said, stepping toward me. "You'll regret it. I'm an Alpha's son. If we get married, you'll be a Luna. We can talk about this."

I lifted my eyes to him in disbelief. "Regret it?" I laughed but deep inside, I was angry, I was so hurt. "What exactly do I have to regret?"

Harper rolled her eyes. "Drop the pride, Blair. You need Jaxon. Just accept it."

I glanced between both of them and realized they must have had this conversation. How I would not be able to leave Jaxon even if I caught them because I needed him.

Sucking in a deep breath, I felt my whole body shake with fury. Then I straightened up, holding my ground.

"I, Blair Thorn, reject you, Jaxon Steele, as my mate." I pronounced with all the strength in me, feeling the pain of my wolf.

Jaxon's face went pale, and his mouth fell open slightly like he didn't actually believe I would say the words. But I had. I'd said them.

Instantly, I turned to leave.

"Blair! Come back! Blair!"

I didn't look back as I ran down the stairs in tears, ignoring Jaxon's who was yelling out my name.

BLAIR'S POV

"Another glass, please."

I slammed the glass cup on the bar top, sniffling as tears dropped to my clothes. The bartender gave me a pitiful look before pouring me another shot of vodka.

I shouldn't be crying in a bar but it was the only place I could drown my sorrows.

I couldn't go back to my room, not yet. It would be too suffocating and I didn't want to be that girl. The one who curled up in bed and cried while the ones who betrayed me carried on like nothing happened.

I caught them. They were the ones who should be miserable. Not me.

The alcohol burned its way down as I gulped it, but it wasn't enough. It didn't drown out the betrayal, didn't erase the image of Jaxon and Harper together, with his body pressed against hers as he thrust into her.

I could still see them and hear their moans. Maybe if I kept drinking, it would finally stop.

I slammed my empty glass down on the counter and signaled the bartender. "Another."

He hesitated, giving me that look, the one that said 'maybe you've had enough.'

But I hadn't.

Not even close.

"Please," I said again and the bartender just sighed before pouring another drink.

"You should take it easy, miss." He said, then turned away.

I wiped my tears quickly, not wanting anyone else to see them, then grabbed the glass and downed it in one gulp.

I tried to focus on the slow music playing but I couldn't get my mind off the image of them fucking.

Four years!

I loved Jaxon for four years, thinking he was the perfect mate. But he betrayed me and not with just anyone but with my best friend!

Harper and I had grown up together. I could still remember how we met, how we became close and how we stayed friends for so many years.

But now... this. How could she lie to me for eight months? Had she always liked Jaxon? Was she jealous of me?

I just couldn't wrap my head around why she would hurt me this badly.

My phone started to ring, buzzing against the sticky bar counter. I didn't even need to check the screen to know who it was. Jaxon.

It was the twelfth time he was calling.

I scoffed, grabbing my drink and finishing what was left. I didn't want to talk to him. There was nothing to talk about.

After some minutes, my phone started to ring again. I picked it up to turn it off, only to see the name.

Mum.

I sighed.

There was no way I could answer the call. She was probably calling to remind me of our schedule and to ask me to come with Jaxon tomorrow.

How would I tell her that Jaxon and I had broken up? That our family was no longer connected to the Alpha of the pack? And her daughter has denied her father's greatest wish?

How?

Taking another sip, I ignored my phone and fixed my eyes on all the bottles staring at me and slowly nodded.

"You're going to get drums," my wolf warned. "It'll weaken you."

I ignored her because that was the point.

Tonight, I was done being the naive, good girl.

If Jaxon thought I was a prude, I was going to prove him wrong. I was going to lose my virginity tonight-to a complete stranger, to someone hot, someone who'd make me forget we were ever mates.

I raised my empty glass for the umpteenth time. "Another one, please."

Before the bartender could respond, a deep voice came from behind me. "Rough night?"

I scoffed, already assuming it was another guy trying to hit on me. I had lost count of how many had tried tonight. They were all drunk desperate men looking for a one-night stand.

But none of them were good enough for me to lose my virginity.

I turned, fully prepared to tell whoever it was to go away, but then froze when I saw him, unable to say even a word.

The guy standing in front of me wasn't just hot. He was breathtaking.

My wolf stirred and growled.

His pair of beautiful blue eyes were staring back at me, making my heart race.

He had the perfect jawline, his dark hair was messy and his shoulders... they were broad, making him effortlessly confident.

He was a Lycan and I could tell from his features and aura. His eyes zeroed on me and goosebumps masked my skin.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how dry my throat felt. "Yeah," I murmured. "Bad night."

He casually slid onto the stool beside me. "That makes two of us," he said and ordered a shot.

I let out a soft chuckle, my voice sounding different and a little funny.

Shit. I was already drunk.

He tilted his head slightly as he continued to stare at me. "What happened?"

I grabbed my drink and took a long sip before answering. "I got cheated on," I answered, trying not to sound bitter. "With my best friend."

He exhaled sharply. "That's rough."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "What about you?"

He hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell me. But then he sighed, rubbing his jaw. "My dad's making me move in with my step-sister. Apparently, it's my job to babysit her so we had a big fight about it."

His tone was filled with irritation, and I found myself smiling.

"Sounds like you're really about to have fun." I leaned in slightly, my pulse kicking up. "Don't worry, I totally get you."

His lips curled up in a smirk as he picked up his drink, taking it in one go. "Oh, trust me. You don't."

I didn't know whether it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the fact that this guy was dangerously hot in the best way possible but suddenly, I didn't want to think.

I just wanted to feel.

And I was pretty sure this stranger could make me forget everything.

Shaking my head and pushing away the thought, I let out a heavy sigh, looking down at my own glass. "Still better than being called a prude."

His gaze sharpened. "He called you a prude?"

I nodded, a bitter laugh escaping me. "Yeah. That's why I'm here. To get drunk and-" I hesitated for half a second before deciding I didn't care anymore. "-lose my virginity."

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn't look surprised. Just... curious.

"Do you think it'll be worth it?" he asked.

I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "As long as it's with a hot guy." Then I pointed right at him. "Someone like you."

His expression didn't change, but I noticed the way his eyes slowly raked over me, assessing, perhaps considering.

Then he leaned in, his face just inches from mine. I quickly became aware of his sharp masculine scent and I bit down on my lips to stop myself from reacting.

"I don't fuck virgins," he murmured.

I didn't pull away. Instead, I leaned closer, resting a hand on the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm and his eyes darkened from the touch.

"Not even a heartbroken virgin?" I whispered.

His answer came without hesitation. "No."

My heart pounded. The rejection should have stung, but instead, my lips parted, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Kiss me."

He instantly narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze quickly shifting to my lips.

Goddess. Why did I say that?

I tried to backtrack, but my mouth was moving faster than my brain at this point. "Just... kiss-"

His lips crashed against mine before I could finish.

It felt like I was suddenly swept off my feet.

He kissed me slowly and gently, and it felt nothing like what I used to have with Jaxon. It sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. He tasted like Brandy with a hint of sweetness and I pulled him closer, needing more of him.

But then, he pulled away, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

He slowly searched for my face and I flushed, my chest rising and falling. "Is that enough to make you feel better?" he asked in a low, teasing voice.

I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaled and shook my head.

For years, I thought something was wrong with me. I never felt anything when Jaxon kissed me. No spark, no excitement.

But this guy? He had ignited something inside me.

Something dangerous.

I didn't care if it was the alcohol but I wanted more. "Not enough." I whispered.

Immediately I responded, he growled and cupped my face, his fingers sliding into my hair. Then he kissed me again.

And this time, I kissed him back with all the desire inside me.

BLAIR'S POV

I stirred awake, squinting my eyes at the sun rays coming through the window. A yawn escaped my lips as my body stretched against the bed.

Wait!

This bed felt different.

My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright, the bedsheet slipping down my bare shoulders. I looked down, and my eyes widened when I saw that I was naked!

I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled the covers up to my chest, my gaze darting around the unfamiliar room.

And soon, I spotted my clothes scattered on the floor.

Oh, my goddess, I thought, panicking.

How did I get here? What did I do?

My heart pounded as bits of memories flashed through my mind.

I remembered the bar. The drinks. That guy, the one with piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous smile.

I remembered kissing him. I remembered wanting him. But the rest? I couldn't remember the details. I couldn't remember how I even got here.

Shit!

Did I really do it? Did I actually have sex with a complete stranger?

Embarrassment flooded me, and I closed my eyes, wishing this was a dream. When I opened them, I was still in the same room, and I threw my head back, cursing the shots I had taken.

So, I lost my virginity to him, and I didn't even know his name?

And now, he was gone without a trace.

I had been so desperate to prove something to Jaxon, and that made me throw away something I once thought was special. And for what?

To prove that I was not a prude?

I felt ridiculous just thinking about it. Why did I have to get so drunk?

Before I could answer the question, a small paper at the bedside caught my eyes.

I stared at it for a while before reaching for it with shaky fingers.

"You're no longer a prude. – K"

That was all that was written on it.

I stared at the note, not sure what to think. So, he had left this and his name started with K.

I flushed.

What if he was a student? What if I ran into him again?

Would I even recognize him?

I pushed my tangled hair back, exhaling shakily as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My screen lit up, and I saw that it was 9:30 AM.

Goddess!

I needed to get out of here.

I hurriedly got out of the bed, my heart pounding as I scrambled to gather my clothes. My hands shook as I put on my jeans, barely able to focus on buttoning them up.

"This can't be happening," I muttered.

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to meet my mom, her mate, who was going to be my stepdad, and new stepbrother today.

The meeting was by 10 AM, but here I was in the campus inn.

I needed to get home. Fast.

Without a second thought, I rushed out of the inn. The bartender from last night was still there and I felt so embarrassed as I ran out.

By the time I made it back to my apartment building, I was breathless.

I barely spared myself a glance in the mirror before jumping into the shower, scrubbing my skin hard as if I could wash away the bad decisions of the past twelve hours.

Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in fresh clothes, my hair pulled into a messy ponytail.

And in another five minutes, I was already in a taxi, speeding toward home.

As I leaned back against the seat, I exhaled heavily.

I thought about my new family, especially my stepbrother. This was actually the first time I was thinking about him or what he could be like because my whole life had been consumed by Jaxon until yesterday.

I had no idea what to expect from my stepbrother. I didn't even know his name or what he looked like.

My mom had met his father two months ago during one of her medical outreach programs. He was a Lycan King, and apparently, fate had worked its magic-he imprinted on her instantly.

According to mom, it had all been so sudden, but I didn't necessarily hate the idea of her being with someone again.

My dad died ten years ago, and ever since, it had just been the two of us. So, if this man made her happy, then fine. I was happy for them.

But I assumed she would eventually move into his pack. That would have made sense. What didn't make sense was his son suddenly moving in with us.

Why?

I sighed, staring out the window as I wondered what kind of person my stepbrother was. Was he a stuck-up, entitled Lycan prince? Or worse-someone like Jaxon?

I barely had time to think about it before the taxi pulled up to the house.

I stepped out, adjusting my bag over my shoulder, and walked inside.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted, spotting her in the living room.

She looked up with a warm smile. "Blair." She pulled me into a tight hug.

"Sorry I'm late," I murmured. "I had... a few things to do."

"That's fine, sweetheart," she assured me. "We haven't been waiting long."

I turned to my stepdad, who stood beside her, watching me with a calm expression.

"Hi, Robert." I gave him a polite hug.

"Good to see you, Blair." His voice was deep but kind.

Then my mom turned toward the staircase.

"Kade! Come downstairs. Blair's here."

"Give me a minute," a masculine voice shouted back.

I paused.

That voice was familiar.

I knew that voice somehow.

My heart started to pound as heavy footsteps descended the staircase.

Slowly, and with a coil in my stomach, I turned to meet my step-brother.

And there he was.

Standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at me with those familiar blue eyes, was the last person I ever expected to see again.

K!

The guy from last night.