The Alpha Posed as My Bodyguard to Woo My Stepsister Novel – I was hiding in Kevin’s closet, clutching the keys to a luxurious villa in my trembling hands. It was meant to be a surprise for him. Yes, I was pursuing my bodyguard. A penniless bodyguard and a rich heiress—an absurd fantasy to most people. But I didn’t care. Kevin was my destined mate. Though he constantly rejected me due to the gap between our statuses, I believed the bond of fated mates could overcome any obstacle.
Today marked three years since we first met. I planned to give him the villa as a gift to celebrate our time together. Yet everything crumbled, collapsing like a fragile house of cards. “Kevinsey, how much longer are you going to play this bodyguard charade?” The words of Kevin’s best friend left me frozen in place. I stood there, unable to move a muscle. “You’re the future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, Kevinsey. You could have any woman you want.
Why not just snatch Jasmine if you fell for her at first sight? Why play pure and work as her sister Emma’s bodyguard just to stay close to her?” Kevin’s expression remained indifferent. “I’ve looked into it. Jasmine is an illegitimate child, raised in hardship and lacking a sense of security. If I pursue her too aggressively, I’ll scare her away. I want to take it slow.” Another voice chimed in with a laugh. “Seriously? The Nunez family produced a lovestruck fool like you? Isn’t that Emma girl your fated mate? She’s always throwing herself at you, and you’re still not interested? She’s the most seductive beauty across the wolf territories, with suitors lined up from one end of the continent to the other!” Kevin seemed to smile faintly, but his next words plunged me into an icy abyss. “Really? I’m not interested.
Emma doesn’t hold a candle to even a single strand of Jasmine’s hair.” Every word stabbed into my heart like a dagger. “Emma’s just a fool. She’ll do anything to please me. If I told her to die for me, she probably wouldn’t hesitate.” The words hit me like a sledgehammer. My body trembled as sobs tore through my chest. I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the pain. “So, when are you going to get rid of her?” someone whistled. “Hmm, let me think,” Kevin mused, his tone cold and amused. “Don’t you feel sorry for a stray cat abandoned in the rain, desperately yearning for love?” He chuckled softly, a chilling sound.
“Emma’s like that cat—ignored by her family, so gullible, so naive, that I can’t resist playing along with her fantasies. It’s just too easy. For now, I’ll keep deceiving her. It’s karma for her mistreating Jasmine.” Their laughter erupted around me. They started making bets—how long could Kevin string me along? A million dollars. A brand-new Bugatti. …… The stakes piled up, and I became nothing more than a pathetic joke. I didn’t know how long I stayed hidden in the closet. Not until the party ended, Kevin’s friends left, and the living room lights dimmed.
When I finally emerged, it was late at night. As I passed Kevin’s room, I heard muffled sounds of heavy breathing. The door was ajar. Glancing inside, I saw it all—. On the bed was a silicone doll, an exact replica of Jasmine. And Kevin was holding it, making love to it. My knees buckled. The villa key slipped from my fingers, hitting the polished floor with a sharp clink. The sound jolted Kevin like a live wire. He leapt up, his shirt partially unbuttoned, his face flushed red. He looked like he had just finished a strenuous workout.