All Chapters of My Alpha Step-Brother Is A Ten : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Soren. I am twenty-one years old, legally adult, pack-registered, and carrying a bloodline that has made my life inconvenient since the day I was born. My mother is remarrying today. For the fifth time. That fact alone usually earns a look. Pity, curiosity, judgment. People like to assume it is about love, or instability, or desperation. The truth is simpler and uglier. My mother does not marry for romance. She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tal

~Soren~ I awake with a cold, wet sticking substance running down my cheeks. Orange juice. “Get up,” my mother, Georgina hisses. “The party isn't over." I wipe juice from my eyes. “You just poured —” “I don’t give a shit. Get. Up.” She takes hold of my arm, pulling me from the couch on which I blacked out in some random sitting room of this colossal manor. I don’t even know how I got here. “It’s Georgina tonight. We’re in public.” She smooths down her ridiculous designer dress. She drags me down the hallways like I’m a misbehaving puppy, and we find ourselves back in the lobby. I immediately recognize Georgina’s friends- a gaggle of chic older women who have clearly spent a fortune on Botox and got way too many. “There she is!” One of them—Linda? Lydia?—squeals. “Your daughter! This girl is precious.” Georgina’s smile is all plastic. “This is Soren. “Say hello, darling.” Then she pinches my cheeks. I wave awkwardly. “Hi. ” "She's shy," Georgina says, like that

~Soren~ So here's the deal with my life: it's dull. While Georgina is due to marry Alpha Donovan, now husband number five for anyone keeping score, I live in the dorm at Eastmoore College. I share a tiny room with a girl who hoards toenail clippings. My pack is tiny and negligible. Nothing ever really takes place there except for the occasional stray scare, and Mrs. Henderson’s feline climbing up trees again. I don’t party. I don’t keep track of pack gossip. I don’t really know who’s who apart from “that one is an alpha, don’t make eye contact.” So when people at Eastmoore mention Felix Dimitri in passing — some rich kid from Elsbridge Pack — I glaze over. The problems of the rich are not my problems. Until they are my problems. And now I stand in front of a sprawling manor house and I am waiting for a driver that Georgina insists on because clearly walking to the bus stop like a normal person just isn’t in the Dimitri Image. Felix is nowhere to be seen. Shocking. After that

"SOREN!" Felix's voice pierces the night, and I snap my head away from Kai—who I don’t even know and just bumped into—to find Felix blocking the door of the apartment. He looks like he's about to kill somebody. His eyes fix on Kai, and the temperature drops. Gets heavier. Dangerous. Kai rises from his motorcycle, his whole demeanour changes, he looks so different from the guy who was just slouching on his bike. The easy smile disappears. His jaw tightens. They stare at each other. I look back toward the apartment building. The windows are filling up with people, now watching. Waiting. As if they’re waiting for a fight. "Soren!" Indie's voice. She's pushing open the front door, Jazz nipping at her heels. "Let's go. Now." Indie grabs my arm, already dragging me toward the street. I look back once. Felix and Kai are still locked in that stare-off. Felix's hands are clenched into fists. There’s nothing readable in Kai’s expression, but there’s something dangerous in the v

~Felix~"Who is Holly?"Soren's voice was cold.She’s in my bed. Naked. She’s looking at me like I just broke something delicate.I did.Fuck.“She's my ex,” I say, tossing my hair back. “I forgot we had plans tonight.”“Your ex.” Soren sits up, draping the sheet across her breast. “Your ex who calls you 'babe' and who tells you she loves you?”“It's complicated—”“Everything’s complicated with you!” She’s off the bed now, she’s searching for her clothing. “Where’s my shirt?”“Soren, let me explain—”“I don't want to hear it.” She spies one of my t-shirts on the floor – the one I wore that day – and picks it up. Pull it over her head.It’s huge on her. Comes to mid-thigh. And she looks so fucking good in my clothes that my wolf is howling at me to forget Holly, to forget everything and finish what we started.But my phone rings again.Holly. Fuck.“You should probably get that,” Soren says flatly. “Your girlfriend is waiting.“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND.”“Could’ve fooled me.” She passes