Mated to My New Stepbrother

Mira's pov"Mira," my mom's voice echoed in my head and I snapped out of my thoughts.I glanced up at my mate that also happened to be my stepbrother and shivered at the sheer intensity emanating from him and between us…At least from my end.He was so brooding and strong, it was hard not to find him irresistible. I had noticed a few she-wolves in here had been trying to get his attention since I entered the hall."Mira," my mom called again and that was when I saw Kayden was smiling and holding his hands out for me to hug him.I gulped and the minute I wrapped my hands around his waist, the energy between us charged. I felt the instant and incessant urge to touch and be touched by him.As quickly as I hugged him, I pulled away, afraid I'd do or say something stupid."You okay, my love?" My mom asked in confusion."Yeah," I whispered rather too quietly, trying to hide my distress."But you look pale," she pointed out, coming to feel my temperature with the back of her hands."Yeah,

Mira's POV"Honey, smile for the camera!' my mother said. She'd been watching me rather closely ever since I managed to drag myself back into the great hall.I still couldn't stop thinking about the intense makeup session between me and my soon to be stepbrother. Every time I looked at him or our eyes mistakenly met, I blushed a crimson color.I was both intrigued and riddled with guilt, not because I had let him kiss me and almost had his way with me out in the open but because I wanted him to do it again. In fact, my wolf was beyond eager for him to mark us and it made me sick to my stomach that I was even thinking of him that way…I needed to reject him, fast. "No!" Claudia growled from within me but I ignored her."You won't reject him, he belongs to us!" Claudia said again, this time with a firmness and authority to her voice.I smiled as the photographer took another picture of us and another and another.It was around midnight when the party began to slowly end."Your new

Mira's POV “That's one nasty bruise. You must have slipped in the bathroom or something,” the doctor at the clinic said as she attended to me. After Zane threatened to involve my mother, I finally gave in and allowed her to bring me to the hospital. Of course I knew exactly what happened to my hip but I was willing to share the details for two reasons. One, I was trying so hard not to remember how much pain Kayden had caused me both physically and emotionally. Two, it wasn't important to dwell on the past since I was going to accept him rejection anyway. Oh yes there was a third reason. I didn't want to worry Zane. She knew me so well and if I started talking I was afraid I'd reveal much more than I should. Zane would probably not understand why I wasn't keen on rejecting Kayden even if our relationship was illegal and disgusting. She wouldn't understand that him being my mate made the situation 100% harder to deal with than most situations. If Kayden had bee

Mira’s povKayden didn’t listen to me as he carried me in his arms with a strong hold. I struggled in his arms as my fists slammed against his bare chest.“Put me down, Kayden! Let me go!” I yelled in frustration but he merely glanced at me as we moved away from the room at an even pace.“No,” he simply answered, his voice steady and unyielding even as I continued to hit him. His chest was bare against my palms and warm—his heart beating strongly beneath the flesh there. My wolf purred with approval at our contact and the warmth that seeped into our bones but I growled at her mentally to back off in retaliation.“Kayden, I said put me down!” I shouted again, but he only tightened his grip, moving swiftly down the hall. It was embarrassing to see the maids looking at us with a loving look as they only saw us as two siblings playing with each other. If only they knew the whole story.He didn’t break in his stride as he got to my room and stepped in.“Okay… what the hell are you doing?”

Kayden’s povI took the steps two at a time, my boots crashing on the cold stone stairs as I ran back down. The palace was quiet, sunlight slanting in through narrow windows and striping the hallway before me, but I hardly saw any of it. Mira—or, rather, what she’d said—filled my head. Her eyes on mine as she murmured her words—and more questions had bubbled up in me. I clapped a hand to my forehead and forced them back.Well... there was one place where my mind always made tracks away from questions.I threw open the thick doors and stepped inside. The room was large and stocked with weapons—a practice haven along every wall—combat dummies stood with doll arms ready for practice nearby.Quiet meant empty. Good. I would stay in this empty training hall and train till my arms fell off.I grabbed one of the practice staff from the weapons rack and crossed to stand in front of one of the dummies. Its smooth, wooden surface was sickeningly clean beneath my palms, marred only by the thousa