All Chapters of Mated To My Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NOVAH’S POVI sprang up from the bed, chest heaving and my body drenched in sweat. My throat ached from how loud I had screamed, but as usual, no one burst through the door, nor did my father check in on me through our mind link. He felt it, I knew he could hear my wolf howling, seeking his warmth.The breeze blew gently, hitting the windowpane in a soft thud; the sound did nothing to soothe the loud pounding in my chest. I had dreamed of her again. I tried to fight it, but the images kept on flooding my mind. Rogues had torn her body like she was a piece of trash, and her eyes were wide but hollow.“No!” I hissed, slapping the side of my head as I rushed into the bathroom. Her anniversary was coming in a few days, but the rogues still roamed free.It was getting harder to blink, not when each time I blinked I could see her at the back of my mind, her mouth wide open but no sound coming out of it.I was young, way too young to have witnessed that, but I did. My mind latched onto it,

Novah's POV The gift bag slipped from my hand before I could stop it, crashing to the floor and sending the contents everywhere.It was loud, embarrassing, and perfectly timed to ruin what little dignity I had left.I stood frozen, unable to meet anyone's gaze. My throat burned as I swallowed the sob threatening to spill out.I blinked back tears, but my mind was already spiraling. Why was the Moon Goddess so cruel to me? Why did she give me a life that seemed written only in tragedy? My mom had died before I turned three. I never even got the chance to hear her say she loved me. My father was alive, yes, but his love felt more like a ghost than a presence. He hated me—I was sure of it. He just didn't have the guts to say it out loud.And then Ashton... My hopeless crush of two years. I had imagined every scenario—him asking me out, kissing me behind the bleachers, sneaking me love notes. But no, the Moon Goddess had another twisted idea. Ashton was now my stepbrother. What a p

Novah’s POVThe kiss scorched every thought out of my head.His lips were hard—almost bruising—and I didn’t even know how to respond. One moment I was spitting fire, hurt and angry, tired of chasing a ghost of affection. The next, Ashton’s hand gripped the back of my neck like I was something he owned—like I was something he claimed.There was no gentleness in his kiss. No hesitation. It was rough, heated, possessive… and frightening in its intensity. My lips parted in shock, and he took that as invitation—his mouth pressing harder, his body practically caging me against the wall. My heart leapt into my throat. His fingers dug into my waist like he didn’t want to let go.But then—just like that—it was over.He pulled away.I stood there, breathless, stunned, dazed. Ashton’s chest rose and fell, a storm brewing in his eyes. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking.And then—He stormed off.Just… walked away, leaving me like a shattered glass sculpture with no one to pick up the pieces.Th

Novah’s POVI don’t know what possessed me. Maybe it was the ache. Maybe it was the need to make sense of it. Or maybe it was because I couldn’t sleep without knowing why.Why did he do that?Why did Ashton betray me like that?The words rolled around in my head all evening until they were louder than the silence in my room, louder than my own heartbeat. I had no plan. No speech. Just… the hurt.And so I went.I slipped out of my room quietly, careful not to draw any attention. No one noticed anyway. They never did.The pack house always smelled like strength. The scent of stronger wolves filled every corner—dominant, thick, and pressing. I was just a whisper here, something everyone ignored until it got annoying.My fingers curled into a fist as I stood before Ashton’s door.I shouldn’t knock.I should turn around and pretend none of this mattered.But it did.It did.I knocked.Once. Then twice.Footsteps. Then silence. I almost turned away—The door swung open.And there he was.Sh

Novah’s POVThe Moon-Star Packhouse was unusually warm the next morning. Maybe it was the sunlight pouring in through the arched windows, turning the wooden floors golden. Or maybe… maybe it was just me.There was a lightness in my chest I hadn’t felt in a long time—not heavy like dread, not tight like fear. Just light. Hopeful.Because of Ashton.I barely slept, but it wasn’t the usual tossing and turning. It was more… lying awake, hugging my pillow, replaying everything he’d said. Every look. Every pause in his voice.He came to my room. He saw me.I pulled my cardigan closer around my shoulders as I walked into the dining room. The long mahogany table was already set, the smell of pancakes and eggs filling the air.The usual suspects were there—Alpha Thorne, towering and stone-faced at the head of the table. Camilia at his side, delicate and graceful as always, sipping tea with pink-tipped fingers. Loveth, already smiling too brightly, probably rehearsing whatever fake sweetness sh