All Chapters of MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

159 Chapters

41: Step-sis

BROOKS“Oh my God, Zadie!” Veiny suddenly squealed as soon as her eyes landed on us, lighting up like she’d just found a long-lost puppy.There’s that weird pet name again.Zadie.Before I could even blink, she was skipping— yes, actually skipping— toward us, tugging a very stiff, very silent Stephan behind her like he weighed nothing.My eyes flicked to Stephan. His face was carved from stone. Zero expression. Just ice.When his eyes flickered to mine, I looked away. Venita reached us, throwing her arms wide like she might actually launch herself at Zade. “Look at you! I haven’t seen you in a minute,” She gave a dramatic pout. “I missed you.”Zade’s smile was slow to form.And fake. So fake, it hurt to look at.“Hey, V,” he said, voice light, eyes not.Venita clutched his arm, ignoring the way he subtly tensed beneath her touch. “I was just telling Steph we should all do a family dinner again. It’s been so long! Right?”She looked up at him like he was supposed to agree.Stephan d

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

42: You're Mine

BROOKSI closed the door behind me and locked it.“What are you doing here, Heath?”He didn’t flinch. Just tilted his head at me like I was being unreasonable for even asking.“Can’t a man visit his favorite stepsister?”. “I’m your only stepsister,” I gave him a flat look “And let’s not pretend this… thing between us is anywhere near a normal sibling relationship.”“So cold tonight, sweetheart,” He pouted, all faux-innocent as he sat up straighter. “What happened to that soft little voice you used when I was bouncing you on my cock?”My breath hitched.I hated that it hitched.I hated that I let it show.“Heath,” I warned.“Stop pretending like you don’t always look forward to it,” He leaned forward, forearms on his thighs, voice low and lazy. “You like us this way, don’t you?”There it was.The thing he always did, saying just enough to make my body remember every wicked thing he’d ever done to me… while my brain screamed at me to stop it. Run. Fight.But I didn’t run.I didn’t figh

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

43: A Get-Away

BROOKSI don’t know why I said yes to riding with them.Maybe it was Venita’s chirpy tone or the way she’d linked her arm through mine like we were girlfriends about to hit the mall instead of a four-hour drive to a construction site.But now, here I was, in the passenger seat beside the driver, with Venita and Stephan sitting in the back.Silence stretched, save for the hum of the engine and Venita’s occasional, passive-aggressive remarks.“I hope there aren’t too many mosquitoes out here,” she said, swiping invisible lint from her pristine white linen pants. “Ugh. Coastal towns are always so… muggy.”I nodded slightly, pressing my lips together and pretending to be fascinated by the view outside my window. Trees. Bushes. Endless sky. Definitely nothing biting.Beside her, Stephan said nothing. Not a single word the entire ride. He just scrolled through his phone like he hadn’t spent the entire week ignoring me in meetings and then finding excuses to correct everything I said after

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

44: She Lives in My Head

STEPHANVenita had turned off all the bright lights in the room before entering the bathroom almost an hour ago. The glow of my laptop screen was the only bright light in the room. Emails, spreadsheets, timelines—all blurred together.My fingers hovered over the keys, but I hadn’t typed anything for the last ten minutes.All I could see was him—that damn engineer—smirking like he had a shot, like she was available. And Brooks… smiling. Laughing. Tossing her hair like she didn’t know exactly what that did to people.What it did to me. I clenched my jaw.She had every right to be polite. She was working. Networking, even. But that hadn’t been just polite.And it pissed me off more than it should have.She was under my skin, and I hated it. She didn’t belong to me. I had no claim. And yet the idea of someone else touching her—I slammed the lid of the laptop shut and pushed back from the desk.“Fuck.”The chair scraped against the tiled floor as I stood, pacing once. Twice.I barely he

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

45: Playing With Fire

BROOKSThe sun was already baking the tops of our hard hats by the time we stepped onto the site.The morning was all dust and movement, steel rods being delivered, architects gesturing toward new foundation markers. We were doing a walkthrough of the proposed spa wing today, and Leo hadn’t left my side since the minute I climbed out of the van.I decided to indulge him today. I liked the attention, and besides, he was good at conversations. “I still think a floating infinity pool on this side is doable,” he said, pointing toward a sloped area just past the temporary fencing.“Maybe,” I shielded my eyes with one hand, squinting at the incline. “But if the subsoil can’t handle that kind of weight, especially with the ocean proximity, it’ll mess with the foundation. We’d need helical piers or deep piling.”Leo turned to me, brows raised and lips curved in amusement. “You sound like you’ve done this before.” He said. “I’ve just paid attention,” I said with a shrug. “Most people don’

Last Updated : 2025-07-18

46: Fingered By Her Stepbrother

BROOKSI immediately threw a hand out, pressing it to his chest before he could enter. “What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered, eyes darting toward the hallway—specifically, his door, hoping that Venita doesn’t walk out right now and misinterpret this… whatever this is. “We need to talk.” His jaw clenched. “Well, I don’t want to talk to you.”I tried to push the door shut, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he pushed it open with one strong arm and stepped inside like he belonged there.I backed up fast, robe tugged tighter around me. “Stephan—”The door shut behind him with a dull thud. Then came the soft click of the lock turning.My stomach dropped.The temperature in the room shifted instantly.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, voice low, unsteady.“I said we need to talk,” he repeated, stepping deeper into the room. “And we’re going to. Whether you like it or not.”My back hit the edge of the dresser. I gripped the robe tighter.“Oh, now you want to talk?” I snapp

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

47: The Other Brother

BROOKSEverything was back to normal.Or… it looked that way.We were back in the city, back in our glass skyscrapers and routines, everyone acting like the trip to the site had been a productive, uneventful success.But I was far from okay.I sat at my desk, the cursor blinking on the blank document in front of me, meant to be writing a post-project analysis report. Something I could usually knock out in an hour. But my brain? It was absolutely fried.Because every time I tried to concentrate, my mind flashed there again—To the hotel.To the vanity.To him.Stephan.Bent over the cool marble. Robe bunched around my waist. His hand wrapped around my neck, his fingers buried deep inside me, coaxing out an orgasm so powerful I nearly blacked out.Just thinking about it made my thighs clench under the desk.Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with me?I dropped my face into my hands and groaned. Quietly. Internally.He spanked me.And I moaned.Then he finger-fucked me until I came all over

Last Updated : 2025-07-20

48: She's Using You

BROOKSZade unlocked the studio door with a bit of flair, nudging it open with his shoulder and holding it for me.“Welcome back to the cave of tortured genius,” he announced, sweeping his arm like a dramatic tour guide.I snorted. “You’re so full of yourself, Zade.”“Only when I’m with my favorite audience,” he shot back, tossing me a grin over his shoulder as we stepped inside.The familiar smell of oil paint, wood clung to the air, and right in the center of it all stood an unfinished painting—large, stretched, and hauntingly beautiful even at a glance.My steps slowed as I walked toward it.“Is that…?” I tilted my head, taking it in. The lines were bold, moody. Feminine.“Sort of you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sort of how I see you. There’s still a lot to finish.”“And how exactly do you ‘see’ me, Zade?” I folded my arms, glancing at him and he gave a small, crooked smile. “Complicated,” he began and I raised a brow. “Strong. A little untouchable.”That shut me up

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

49: I can't stay away

BROOKSI haven’t been able to stop thinking about those drawings.Venita. Dozens of her. Inked, shaded, posed. Naked.Some were tender. Most were obscene. All of them were intimate. Zade’s obsession in pencil and charcoal, and it was nothing short of a punch to the gut.I didn’t know what to make of it.Since that day in the studio, I’d been keeping my distance. Deliberately. Avoiding his texts. Dodging his casual invites to come hang out. It wasn’t even about being mad. I wasn’t.I was… unsettled. Disoriented.Zade waa the uncomplicated brother. That’s why I resonate better with him. Unlike Heath and Stephan, he certainly didn’t make me question what the hell he was thinking every time he looked at me.But this?This obsession, because that’s what it was, felt like a betrayal I had no right to feel. Maybe because it reminded me that nobody in this house was as uncomplicated as I wanted them to be.Especially not me.Zade noticed, of course.He always did.The texts started pouring i

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

50: Touching Herself

BROOKSZade: I know you saw the sketchpad. Of course. I knew it. Another one came in.Zade: Can we talk? I’m not mad, Brooks. I just want to explain. Come to the recording studio? I’ve got rehearsal but I’ll make time.My stomach flipped.Not from guilt. Just… uncertainty… and curiosity.I texted back.Me: Okay. I’m open to hearing you out. On my way.I didn’t know what he was going to say. Or what I even wanted to hear. But I owed it to him… and maybe to myself, too.The studio was buzzing when I got there. Through the glass, I saw Zade with his bass strapped across his shoulder, head bobbing lightly as he played. Then he looked up.Our eyes met through the glass. I gave him a small wave.He paused mid-strum.“Take ten!” he called out, his voice muffled through the soundproof wall but unmistakably firm before making his way down. I met him halfway.“You came,” he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips.“It was either this or die from overthinking.” I shrugged, managing a tired gr

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

...

3 4 5 6 7

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP