All Chapters of In love with my StepSon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MelissaI have loved Kelan since I was a five-year-old girl who stood crying at the ice cream booth, as the vendor had just sold the last vanilla cone to the Alpha’s son. I remembered looking at the boy with envy until he walked over and handed the cone to me without a second thought. That was the moment we became inseparable, and our parents began teasing about a wedding that would unite our families and secure the pack’s future.Those plans were the only thing that kept me going after the fatal accident that took my parents’ lives during my junior year of school. I went from being a socialite daughter of the pack to living hand to mouth with my Aunt Leyla, who was married to the pack’s omega.I had to learn how to survive without the luxury I was born into, but I blended in nicely because I had my best friend Kelan by my side.Today was June sixteenth, and it marked my eighteenth birthday, the day I might finally find out if Kelan felt the same way I always had. I tried not to let m

MelissaThe convoy of black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of a sprawling stone fortress that looked more like a prison than a home. I barely had time to process the sheer size of the structure before the door was yanked open. Alpha Draven reached in and gripped my arm with fingers that felt like steel bands. He pulled me out onto the paved driveway without hesitation. I stumbled slightly in my heels but regained my balance as I looked up at the group of men waiting for us.They stood in a rigid line at the bottom of the grand staircase, wearing expensive suits that screamed wealth and power. Draven dragged me forward, and the men bowed their heads in a synchronized motion that made my stomach churn."Welcome home, Alpha Draven, and welcome to our new Luna," the man standing at the front announced, stepping forward with a practiced grin. "I am Beta Luther, and on behalf of the council and the elders, we are honored to meet the woman who will stand by our Alpha's side."I looked at

MelissaIn a matter of seconds Draven had cleared his plate. He pushed the plate forward and used the napkin to clean the sides of his mouth."Come with me Mel," he ordered in his deep baritone voice.I didn't answer. Did he expect me to leave my food simply because he was done? Hell no. I kept on eating.Draven walked farther from the table, maybe he thought I was behind, which made Briston laugh and nod his head.It was at that moment I knew my day was going to be hell.Draven turned back in anger, reached for my hair and held it, then drew me forward."Ahh ahh," I screamed."Didn't I say come with me? Didn't I fucking ask you to come?" he growled.I could see the genuine concern in Briston’s eyes but he didn't say a word.Draven yanked me forward and off we went. I followed him behind and we walked into what looked like a council room.Immediately Draven walked in, all of the council members bent their heads."All hail the Alpha," they all shouted in unison."Please sit," Draven co

MellisaI woke up to the sharp ache of swollen feet and a body that felt like it had been trampled by an entire pack. I tried to sit up but the pain shot through my legs and forced me back down onto the mattress with a gasp. I lay there for a moment and stared at the ceiling while I tried to gather enough strength to move.The sound of voices outside my door pulled my attention away from the pain."The Alpha is gone now, we should rest," one guard said loudly."It's your turn to watch the Luna's door," another voice argued back."No, it's yours. I did it yesterday.""You're lying. I was here yesterday."I listened to them bicker back and forth like children and realized that this might be my only chance to do something for myself. I needed to know about the curse. What curse did Draven have and how was it going to affect me? The thought had been eating at me since Briston mentioned it the first night, and I couldn't just sit here and wait for answers that would never come.I forced my

BristonI watched Melissa walk out of the training room and I couldn't stop staring at her like I was trying to read something written in a language I didn't understand. Her eyes looked like someone who had been going through hell, someone desperate for help but too proud or too scared to ask for it. The exhaustion was written in every line of her face and the way she moved with careful deliberation like her body was one wrong step away from breaking.Where did my father even buy her from? I thought to myself as I stood there frozen in place. Were her parents aware this was how she was being treated?I looked at her hair pulled back in a tight bun as she gathered her things from the bench and suddenly I remembered the previous night at dinner when my father had dragged her by that same hair.The memory made my jaw clench and my fists tighten at my sides. The sound of her screaming echoed in my head and I felt anger rise in my chest all over again.She had tried to defend herself and