All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1Isabella “Can’t you do anything right, you insolent, stupid woman!” Derek roared and before I could bat an eye his hand slapped away the tray in my hand. I flinched as the slightly burnt lasagna arced through the air, alongside the glass of orange juice and the cutlery. They crashed to the ground breaking and making a red mess on the brown carpet.He frowned, giving me a disappointed look that sent my BP through the roof. Immediately, I dropped to my knees, a sharp pain hitting me then it dawned on me I landed on broken glass.I ignored the pain and clasped my hand together as if in prayer. “Please forgive me,” I cried out, mostly from the throb in my knees. “I was getting the laundry that’s why it got burnt–“Spare me your excuses!” He scoffed, sliding his wheelchair away as if my touch revolted him. “Getting married to you was the worst decision of my life.”His words sent an arrow straight to my broken heart.You’d think after hearing those words time and time again they would

3Isabella “Sir, now I’m sure you are in the wrong room.” I said with certainty stepping back to the bed to grab my dress and cover what was left of my dignity.He gawked at me, his brows high and eyes clearer than when he first stepped in, he was getting sober.Thankgoddess.“You need to leave,” I urged. “Now.”Instead of leaving, he frowned and reached into his pocket. Slowly, he pulled something out and held it up between us.A card.My breath caught as he turned it so I could see. A room number was written clearly on it. Room 39. This room number.“This is the room I was given,” he said. “And the name. Isabella” His eyes lifted to my face watching as the color drained from my face.The sound of my name felt like a slap.My stomach dropped, and my confidence flattered.“It’s your name right?” He pressed. And for the first time I loathed my birth name.“Yes,” I whispered, panic rising fast. “But… but this must be a mistake. I’m Isabella, but this—this isn’t right. My husband—”He c

5IsabellaA sinful bliss was the aftermath of the nasty love that was made to me.I lay there in the wrecked sheets, body humming, legs trembling so badly I wasn’t sure they’d ever hold me again.Every muscle ached in the sweetest, most obscene way—sore thighs, bruised hips, a delicious burn between my legs that pulsed with every heartbeat. I couldn’t stop the tiny aftershocks that rippled through me, little echoes of the pleasure that had torn me open and put me back together again, over and over.This had been the best night of my life. No contest. Not even close.Darek had never come close to this. He’d been careful, predictable, always pulling back before things got too messy, too real. This man—stranger, client, whatever he was—had been gentle when my breath hitched, rough when I begged for it, tender in the spaces between until I didn’t know which version of him I craved more. He’d unraveled me piece by piece and then fucked the pieces back together until I forgot my own nam

7It didn’t make sense.How could he easily say those flirtatious words after he left so abruptly the other night the moment he saw my face clearly? Why did he look almost… disappointed?“Sir,” I managed, unsure how to address him now.He was still standing at the door, light from the hallway cutting across his shoulders. I was wrapped in nothing but a towel, damp hair clinging to my neck. My fingers dug into the edge of the fabric, holding it in place like it was the only barrier between us.“Yes Isabella?” he said.It was the first time he’d said my name and it made my stomach tighten.“You shouldn’t be here,” I forced my lips to move. “You are in the wrong room.”He tilted his head slightly, studying me in a way that made heat crawl under my skin. “Are you sure about that?” he replied. Then he took a step inside.My heart jumped so hard it hurt.“Please—”He didn’t stop. The door stayed wide open behind him, but that didn’t make me feel safer. If anything, it made this more exposed

9ISABELLA In the silence, my anger wavered leaving my chest hollow. I believed it resonated with the fact there was some sense in what he said. Anyone with his view would have the same cruel words and there I was again feeling bile rise at the back of my throat.My body was coated in shame and tears spilled over without permission. I tried to blink them back, but they cascaded down my cheeks anyway. Was there a thin line to what we could do for love? This wasn’t a random stranger anymore, a nameless face I was ready to heal from, a night I could bury and move away from…The reality struck that staying with him would be worse than I earlier imagined.Because every time I looked at him would be a reminder of what we’d done, a reminder that I did break my vows and a remembrance of the harsh words he spewed.The more I wandered down that train of thought, the darker it became.What would happen when he went through with his promise to make the affair public?What happens when someone