I Want Nothing To Do With You.

He wasn’t just denying me. He was erasing me.

“Yes,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Whose fault would it be? It’s not as if I raped you. You came into my room when I was in a rut. I got messed up in the head and thought it was my one-night stand. I was banging. Only for me to find out after I have recovered that it wasn’t Tracy I slept with.” He reacted. “It was my fucking stepsister. What was I supposed to do about it? Cry over you or what?”

“I was the only one in the house.” My eyes welled up. His words were hurting me. “You shifted and cried out for a cup of water. No one was at home and this girl, Tracy, hadn’t even arrived. I came to help you, but your pheromones took control of my body and I couldn’t—”

“You couldn’t resist it.” He finished. “I hear that from any Omega I’ve ever fucked with. They always couldn’t resist it. You are an Omega. It was stupid of you to come into an alpha’s room during a rut. Thanks for coming to help me.”

“Gifford—”

“My ass.” He cursed. “Let’s end it here.” He interrupted me. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Forget it and let’s get on with our lives.”

“Let’s get on with our lives?” I reacted. “You wanna brush this off as some mistake?” I yelled.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING AT?” He fired back. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY ROOM.” I flinched when he roared furiously at me.

“How could you?” My eyes burned.

He came face to face with me. I took two steps back. I didn’t miss his glowing blue eyes for a second.

“Gifford.” I whispered.

“I know you’ve always had feelings for me, Braila. But this has to fucking stop.” He cornered me. “Don’t make me hate you more than I already have.”

My insides turned.

“How dare you?”

That voice caught our attention. I saw him in the doorway. The waves of relief rushed through my heart. I didn’t know when my burning tears rain down my cheeks. If he was here to save me or not, I didn’t care. The suffocating air in me burst out of me when Slade came into the room.

Why was he here? Did he hear our conversation? My heart wouldn't stop pounding.

“How dare I, Slade?” He smirks. “Really??”

“I heard everything.” Slade retorted. “And this is how you plan to solve what you’ve done?”

“What do you even know?” He asks.

“How could you do that to her?” Slade walked into the room and shut the door behind him. “You took advantage of her and you want her to forget about it. Not even a slight remorse at what you just did to her. You took what was precious to her.”

“What was precious to her?” He seemed confused for a second. “Oh. Oh. Her virginity. What is precious to her? I don’t think so. By the way, why are you eavesdropping through my door and how is that my fucking fault if she couldn’t protect what was so precious to her?”

“What the heck did you just say?” Slade flared up and dared Gifford. “Repeat the fuck you just said.”

“Are you really alright in the head, bro?” He scoffs and walks back to his bed and sits down.

“Did you just talk to me like that?”

“Yes, I did.” He cackled. “You sounded as if I raped her. I forced her into bed with me when she was the one who walked into my room and spread her legs for me to thrust in because she is in love with me.”

“What!”

“You had no clue, did you?” He gave a low chuckle. “I’m surprised you didn’t know our little teen sister has feelings for me.” He began laughing.

This is embarrassing. Why is he telling Slade about this? No. No…please, shut up, Gifford.

Don't say anything.

“Gifford, no.” He brushed his right arm off my fingers when I attempted to touch him, to stop him from talking.

“She came to my bed during my rut and allowed me to get in between her legs, moaning like a leeching little puppy—” Slade moved swiftly, punched him heavily across his right cheek and slumped his head to the bed.

“The fuck…” Gifford said through gritted teeth.

“You bastard.” Slade grabbed his neck on the bed, hovered over him. He sat on his lower stomach and punched him again.

One. Two. Three. Four.

“You fucking psycho prick.” Slade kept smacking him on the face. I shook my head in absolute shock and ran over to Slade in panic.

“Stop, please.” I screamed. It was becoming bloody to witness his punches. To prevent him from striking Gifford in the face, I climbed up on the edge of the bed and grabbed his arm. His elbow, which kicked my chest, forced me away from him. I rolled off the bed and onto the ground. I let out a loud shout as I struck my nose against the floor. The door exploded. My stepbrothers suddenly filled the room. Bane rushed to me and helped me stand up.

“Oh, my God. You are bleeding.” He dabbed my nose.

“Ouch!” I winced.

Grayson rushed to Slade and forcefully pulled him away from Gifford and moved him to the door.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Grimm looked around.

“More like the fuck is going on here?” Damon shouted and looked at us with his hands spread apart.

“Why are you guys fighting?” Grayson popped up the question at Slade.

Bane grabbed the tissue on Gifford’s table and cleaned off the blood from my nose. “Does it hurt?” He asked.

I shook my head. “A little.” I responded and forced my attention on Bane.

Slade, heavily panting, wiped Gifford’s blood off his fist with the hem of his white top. He stormed out of the room in anger.

“Gifford, what happened?” Grayson asked instead. “Why was Slade punching the fuck out of you?”

“Don’t ask me, fucking prick.” Gifford retorted. “Get out of my room. All of you,” he commanded and wiped off blood from his battered lips.

Bane motioned me to follow him out of the room and we left. We got to the corridor and I couldn’t stop crying my eyes out. Remembering what Gifford said to my face shattered me. Bane hugged me and comforted me without asking me what the hell had happened. I couldn’t say a word or tell him about what just transpired and why Slade got furious. How could I tell Bane that I had fallen in love with his elder brother?

My stepbrother.

Slade had found out about my feelings for his younger brother. Why did he have to find out through Gifford’s door? Were our voices loud enough for him to overhear?

I went to Gifford’s room to help him during his rut and ended up getting in bed with him because I couldn’t resist his advances, and he told me he needed me.