Chapter 2 Refusing to Be Fought Over by Football Players

Anna Hilda's POV

"Please, don't." I clung to my last shirt, begging Isaac over and over.

Isaac looked like a Greek god, but to me, he was a living nightmare.

Right now, Isaac was half-leaning over me, his strong arms holding him up. He stared at me, his breathing getting heavier. Sweat dripped from his handsome face onto my hair. His usual cold and noble vibe now seemed wild and full of raw masculinity.

Isaac could easily win over many hearts; there were plenty of girls at school who'd do anything for him. However, right now, his charm felt threatening as he tried to force himself on me.

"Isaac, no!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling. "You're my brother, and I love my boyfriend very much!"

Isaac's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "Brother? You're just crashing here temporarily. We don't have any real connection."

At that moment, Isaac's face turned cold, like his earlier desire had vanished.

For a second, I wasn't sure what my relationship with Isaac even was.

Isaac had already gotten off me. I didn't know if it was because I hit a nerve or if he just despised me.

Lying on Isaac's dark sheets, my legs looked especially smooth and glossy against the blue-black color, making me feel weirdly ashamed. I quickly got out of bed.

Isaac brought me a first aid kit. I tried to use tweezers to remove the glass shards but accidentally pushed one deeper. Blood trickled down my calf, forming a thin line. I gasped in pain.

Isaac, who was adjusting his tie, glanced back at me and snatched the tweezers from my hand.

"I'm sorry, I messed up." I apologized out of habit, my body trembling slightly.

Even though the three Allen brothers had never personally bullied me, their followers had. Seeing Isaac's actions, I immediately thought I was about to be hurt.

But Isaac just reached out and touched my face, then pinched my cheek with two slender fingers. Seeing my scared expression, he suddenly let go. He quickly cleaned the glass shards, then washed the wound with alcohol and made a perfect bandage.

From my angle, I could see Isaac's profile when I looked down. His focused expression was even more attractive and mesmerizing than usual. He was truly dangerous.

Isaac suddenly stood up. His hand had been supporting my leg, and I lost my balance in the pain, falling into his arms. His hard chest made me dizzy from the impact.

I was already in poor health from not eating enough. Now, my head was so dizzy that I could only lean on Isaac's chest to stay upright.

Because I was much shorter than Isaac, I had to hold onto his waist and grab his clothes to avoid falling.

Isaac didn't speak, but I could hear his heartbeat and my own rapid heartbeat caused by fear.

After a few seconds, I prepared to get up and apologize, but Isaac's large hand held my back, keeping me in the same position.

It had been raining outside for a while, and it was already dark. I didn't know how long Isaac held me; only the sounds of dense rain and heartbeats filled the silent air.

"It's raining," I said awkwardly.

"I know," Isaac responded in a deep voice, finally letting me go.

I grabbed a pair of plain black sweatpants from the clothes bin by the door and quickly ran out.

Anyway, the Allen brothers rarely wore clothes more than a few times. They put them in this bin for the servants to collect and throw away.

After I left, my mind was still racing, replaying what had just happened.

I had hugged Danial before, but ever since we started dating, he wasn't into hugging me as much.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

People who lacked love often mistook any contact for it. Only Danial had always truly protected and loved me.

Early the next morning, I went to school and got a spare cheerleading uniform.

I had werewolf blood, so I healed pretty fast. Today, the wound was barely noticeable. I borrowed some foundation and dabbed it on, just enough to cover the marks.

Everyone was practicing their moves. My good friend Susan practiced a few times with me, and soon, our friend Jane put down her backpack and walked over.

"Anna, you should extend your arm a bit more here. Look at Sue. Yes, just like that!" Jane helped me correct my moves.

After that, all the cheerleading members practiced together a few more times before we gathered at the field.

The athletes had also arrived early and were heading towards the registration area. Today was a match between the school teams of two different grades. Danial was on the sophomore football team, and Isaac was on the freshman team.

The crowd suddenly got noisy, "Look, it's Isaac! He's here!"

Isaac was the most popular guy among the girls at school. When he walked through the crowd, he didn't glance at anyone, like nothing mattered to him.

Other football players would kiss their cheerleader girlfriends as they passed by. But Danial wouldn't kiss me passionately in front of everyone like they did.

Danial waved at me, and I followed him to a secluded spot behind the wall. As soon as we arrived, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me gently at first, then more intensely. He had me wrap my legs around his waist, holding and supporting my hips as he kissed me wildly.

"Baby, do you love me?" Danial suddenly asked loudly, pausing.

I nodded firmly. "Of course, I love you."

This was the first time Danial had acted this way. He was usually very gentlemanly, and our kisses were always light.

In that moment, I saw the cheerleading captain, Ella, standing not far away. Her dazzling blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and Isaac stood beside her.

"Danial, come here now." Ella commanded Danial with a cold face.

Danial immediately left me and ran to her. I guessed there was something urgent about the game.

I was left awkwardly standing there.

Isaac walked over and grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him.

I almost collided with Isaac again, my wrist turning red from his grip.

"Have you had sex with him?" Isaac's voice was so cold it was terrifying, his eyes full of disgust.

I knew that a punishment worse than hell was inevitable, but I still wanted to preserve a bit of dignity.

Isaac looked at me like I was a dirty, broken doll, his gaze full of arrogance and hatred.

"Yes, we have." I answered with my head down.

I would rather Isaac continue to torment me than be scrutinized like dirty laundry.

At that moment, Isaac's grip loosened, and he muttered, "You really are just like your mother."

"You don't have to mention my mother. You want to call me cheap? A slut? Then I guess I am, Mr. Allen." I could endure any insult, but I couldn't stand anyone insulting my mother.

Moreover, I was used to these insults. Among the things Isaac often called me, this was the most ordinary.