All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CLEOThe reason for my harsh breathing pushed the door open, and closed it behind him. For a few seconds, he stared at me as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten to my door. I concentrated on my breathing, but my skin was burning up. His aura was magnetic with his wide shoulders, broad chest and solid arms. My eyes dipped down his muscular frame. Laurent’s gorgeous face had a small smirk curling his lips. His aura screamed lethal and powerful. He would have seemed unapproachable if it wasn’t for the heart-stopping, crooked grin on his face. It was like watching a deadly predator nearing its prey that was already trapped, ready to be eaten alive. “I see you have been waiting for me.” His deep baritone travelled through me, burning like a struck match. “And here I thought you didn't like it last time.” My face burned, a flush spreading from my ears to my chest. “Then why did you come back?” I shot back, shivering gently as a bolt of heat warmed my core. “You wouldn't believe me i

CLEOA shiver raced down my back, the folder I was holding falling to the floor. Desperately, I turned towards the door, but Gabrielle caught up to me, insisting she would drive. Once she parked, I ran the whole length of the hospital without stopping, but he was already behind the doors when I arrived. A nurse caught me before I could push through into the room, her hands firm on my shoulders. “I'm sorry, Ms. Clark, you'll have to wait here.” I swallowed, and stood on the other side of those doors and shook. Gabrielle held me, allowing me to cry when the tears stained my cheeks. She sat beside me and we waited. It was almost three hours later Dr. Warren walked out of the room. My stomach dropped to the floor at the sombre expression on her face. “I'm sorry, but the chemotherapy cycle didn't last six months this time. The relapse window is narrowing faster than we projected. We don't believe Kyle's body can survive another round of chemotherapy, Cleo. We need to talk about a bone

CLEOHis eyes darkened, a stark look falling over his eyes. When he spoke, his words caused a shiver to roll down my back. “Rochelle was never my mate.”A lifetime seemed to pass on the seconds where I just stared at him, as stunned as I had been when I saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Laurent had never marked his wife because she was not his mate. I was his mate, and the mate bond was very strong and very alive between us. My chest tightened painfully. I turned away from him abruptly, my hand shaking as I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.I stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind me. The four walls of the room pressed around me as I struggled to catch my breath. Oh, Moon Goddess.I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing a few steps into the room before stopping again, my heart still racing like it hadn’t gotten the message that the moment was over.He never marked Rochelle, which meant I was still his mate. No. I pressed my lips together hard, bi