All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jade's POV Twenty minutes later, we’re at the pristine Morningstar Villa. And I'm drunk as fuck. My bodyguard offers to help me to the door but I shoo him away. I stumble out of the car with my heart in my hands, bloody and ripped to shreds. I crash into the front door as soon as I reach it. Then I lift my hands and pound on the metal surface. “Hello! Anybody home?!”Silence. It feels like ages already. I pound hard again. “Helloooo! Hiii—” The door swings open just as I lean in for another pound. And I fall face forward into the house. “Oh, damn,” I groan as I roll onto my back, spreading my arms and legs eagle-style. The eyes looking down at me knock the breath out of me. Deep, mocking brown orbs glistening from behind a pair of square glasses. “Jade, are you drunk?” I frown at the hot nerd that stands there in nothing but low-waist pants, staring down at me. He’s everything fantasy with a face and body sculpted like a Norseman’s. Drop-dead sexy.“I know you, don't I?”He

Knight’s POVIt’s been three years since my stepsister was kidnapped right from under our very noses.Three years since I last saw her. Since I smelt her. Since I touched her. Since I claimed that body that belonged to me. Since I rejected her…I’ve lived every day since then in regret and longing. A yearning that ate deep into my being and corrupted its function. I should have told her the truth. Maybe things would have worked out? Or maybe…I should have stayed away from Jade the moment I knew who she was. It was that night I walked into a bar and heard it loud and clear. MATE. The night my wolf howled the loudest for the touch of a woman. The night a charming redhead snapped the mate bond in place with an unexpected kiss that sent me reeling.I've wondered about the Moon Goddess’ sick sense of humor ever since. Setting me up in a fated mate bond with my human stepsister. Making me crazy about her at first sight. Making me go mad for her scent. Then letting her get snatched up and

JADEThat night Soren came home covered in blood, there was a slightly noticeable shift in our marriage. I asked about the claw marks on his face and neck for about twenty minutes before he snarled in my face, a different man from who I married. A monster, for a split second. Two-year old Lancelot had scampered in fear. Me? I was in denial. That was the reason I came to a reasonable agreement with Soren’s story. He got caught in a bad fight. Nothing serious. That incident had gone on the record as the worst night in my marriage with Soren. But it never repeated itself. Except on full moon nights, when my husband became a feral animal who locked himself in his room and howled until the moon was gone from the sky. It was all difficult to accept and understand, until he came through with the truth.“This might be hard for you to understand, Jade, but I’m not like you. I’m a werewolf.”I was supposed to take my son and run as far away as possible. But for some reason, I chose to st

KNIGHT The man that calls himself Soren Malakai stands on stage giving a vote of thanks in a polished voice, with a refinement that betrays everything I remember of him. Indeed, I might be wrong. Maybe this Lycan is not the one who used to be like a brother to me. He was not the lanky, troublesome Damon who chased me around the rogue woods in the old days. Apart from the brutish act he just subjected my stepsister too, the man appears quite different from Damon I remember. Damon. The thought of the friend-turned-brother always brings unpleasant memories that fill me with nausea. Memories I’m not ready to dwell on, because my entire attention is on Jade. Her face is wrapped tight in a rapturous daze as she watches her husband. Like she reveres him. She worships him like a god. I can't tear my eyes away from her. “‎You can’t stop staring, can you?” I clench my jaw and avert my gaze. “‎What? “‎I see why he chose her.” Camille voice is cold and mocking. “She’s be

JADE I try not to swallow too hard for fear of his canines sinking into my neck with even the slightest movement. “Knight?” A nervous laugh spills from my lips. “How would I feel about him? Honestly, he's not relevant in any way.” Soren’s teeth linger on the spot for a moment too long. Thump. Thump. My blood pounds in my ears. My veins throb violently. “He’s just a stepbrother I didn't even get the chance to know.” Did passionate intimate knowledge even count? “It feels to me like you loathe him.” Soren’s cock moves inside me again. I gasp and throw my head against his chest, arching my back to give him what he wants…anything to make him stop talking about Knight. “Trust me,” I moan, “I couldn't care less about him.” Soren wraps his fingers around my throat and thrust in harder. “That’s my girl.” As soon as his idea of lovemaking is over, I wrap a warm, fluffy robe around my body and head to Lancelot’s room, silently hoping that Soren is gone by the time I’m back