Chapter 64 Chapter 64

Chapter 64 Chapter 64
XAVIER'S POV

I watched the whole thing go down, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Celia stepping up for Krystal like that? Defending her after everything? Bullshit. Something was seriously wrong. My gut twisted because I knew my little stepsister too well now. She wasn’t the scared omega anymore. She was playing a game, and she was fucking good at it.

I moved fast, grabbing Krystal’s arm through the sheet. Her skin was still warm and sticky from what those guys did to her. She flinched, eyes wide.

“What the hell is going on, Krystal?” I growled low, pulling her closer. “Spit it out. Now.”

She shook her head, lips pressed tight, refusing to look at me. “Nothing… I don’t know what happened. Please, Xavier…”

I laughed, short and bitter. My blood was boiling. “Cut the crap. I know you’re not pregnant. And I know you’ve been fucking that guard behind everyone’s back. You think we wouldn’t find out?”

Her face went pale. She tried to pull away, but I held her tight. The sheet slipped a little, showing the top of her tits. Part of me felt disgusted. Another part — the twisted alpha side — glanced at Celia standing there, watching us with those dark eyes. Fuck. Even in this mess, Celia made my cock twitch. Her dress hugged her body just right, and that smug little look on her face had me wanting to pin her against the wall and remind her who she belonged to.

“I didn’t… I swear I did nothing wrong,” Krystal whispered, voice shaking. “The baby is yours. I only slept with you.”

“Bullshit.” I let her go but stepped closer, towering over her. “You’ve been spreading your legs for that low-life guard for weeks. We have proof. Pictures, videos, everything. You got caught on camera moaning his name like a slut while you tried to trap me with a fake pregnancy.”

Krystal’s eyes filled with tears. “No… you’re lying. I would never—”

I pulled out my phone, thumb scrolling fast. I didn’t want Celia thinking I still had anything with this bitch. Not anymore. I needed her to see the truth. My mate. My stepsister. The one who made my blood run hot every time she talked back or smirked at me.

“Look,” I said, shoving the phone toward Krystal but angling it so Celia could see too. “This is you two nights ago. Legs wrapped around him, begging him to fuck you harder. And this? The drug we found in your system. The one you tried to slip Celia tonight. It causes abortion if you’re actually pregnant… but if you’re not? It turns you into a desperate whore. That’s why you couldn’t stop fucking the guard. That’s why you’re still leaking his cum right now.”

Krystal stared at the screen, mouth open in shock. “Xavier… please… I can explain—”

“Explain what?” I snapped, voice rough. My eyes kept drifting to Celia. She stood there calm, but I saw the heat in her cheeks, the way her nipples pressed against her dress. Fuck, she looked gorgeous when she was winning. I wanted to grab her instead, push her down on that same bed and make her scream my name until she forgot every shitty thing we did to her. “You tried to ruin my mate. My Celia. And now you’re using a fake baby to save your ass? Pathetic.”

Inside, anger mixed with this heavy want. I hated how much I’d hurt Celia before. Now every time I looked at her, I felt this pull — strong, dirty, unstoppable. She was mine. Ours. And I’d burn everything down to prove it.

Krystal started crying for real, clutching the sheet. “I… I was scared. I didn’t mean—”

“Save it,” I cut her off. I turned to Celia, voice softer but still edged with heat. “You see this, baby? She’s nothing to me. Never was. Just a mistake I made before I knew you were my mate.”

Celia’s eyes met mine. That spark between us crackled hard. My cock strained against my pants just from the way she looked at me. I wanted to tease her right here, tell her how I’d make her pay for all her little games… but in the best way. Slow. Rough. Until she was begging.
I stood there, phone still in my hand, the video playing on low volume. Krystal’s eyes went wide when she saw herself on the screen, legs wrapped around that guard, moaning like a whore. The slap came fast and hard across my face, stinging my cheek.

“You jerk!” she screamed, voice cracking. “How dare you show that in front of everyone? You’re the one who used me! You’re the coward!”

I didn’t even flinch. My face burned, but my eyes stayed locked on Celia. She looked pissed. Not at Krystal — at me. That hurt worse than the slap. Why the fuck did I suddenly care so much what she thought? My chest felt tight. This omega girl had me all twisted up inside, and I didn’t know when it happened.

Alpha’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “Enough. Take Krystal away for questioning. Now.”

Guards moved in fast, grabbing her arms. She struggled, sheet slipping down her tits again, but they dragged her out anyway. “This isn’t over!” she yelled as the door slammed behind her. “You’ll regret this, Xavier!”

The room went quiet. I rubbed my cheek, still staring at Celia. She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Her lips were pressed tight, arms crossed over that tight little dress that made her look way too fuckable for a wedding night. God, even angry she turned me on. I wanted to push her against the wall, kiss that frown off her face, tell her exactly how I’d make her scream my name until she forgot Krystal existed.

“Celia…” I started, voice rough.

But she just shook her head and walked past me. “Coward,” she muttered as she brushed by, close enough that her scent hit me hard — sweet, angry, addictive. My cock twitched in my pants. Fuck. One word from her and I was half-hard.

We all stepped outside into the cool night air. The party lights still glowed in the garden, but everything felt heavy now. My brothers surrounded Celia like they always did lately. Jasper put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Don’t listen to him, baby,” Jasper said softly, voice low and teasing. “We’ve got you. Back at school it’ll be just us again. No Krystal. No bullshit. We can finally be alone with you.”

Kaiden smirked, stepping in front of her. “Yeah. We’ll take care of you properly this time. No more games… unless you want them.” His hand brushed her waist, and I saw her shiver. That little reaction made my blood run hot. I wanted to be the one touching her. I wanted her looking at me like that.

Ryker nodded. “We’re done hurting you, Celia. Promise.”

Zaxer just watched her with hungry eyes. “You’re ours now. Mate. Stepsister. Whatever you want to call it. We’ll prove it.”

Celia didn’t push them away. She leaned into Jasper a little, but her eyes flicked to me, sharp and disappointed. “Coward,” she said again, louder this time. Then she turned and walked off with them, leaving me standing there alone.

I watched her go, that silver dress hugging her ass with every step. My hands clenched into fists. I didn’t understand this feeling in my chest. Why the hell did I care if she was mad at me? I used to love breaking her. Now the thought of her hating me made me feel sick. But I couldn’t let Krystal keep ruining her. Not anymore. Celia was mine — ours — and I’d destroy anyone who tried to hurt her again.

I followed slowly, mind racing. No more bullying. No more stupid plans. Was I crazy? Probably. But looking at her walking away with my brothers, all I could think about was pulling her into my arms, kissing her stupid, and showing her exactly how sorry I was… with my hands, my mouth, my cock. Slow and rough until she was moaning my name instead of calling me a coward.

Yeah. I was definitely losing it. But for her? I didn’t even care.