All Chapters of PREGNANT AFTER MY STEP BROTHER KNOTTED ME: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rapheal The bass thrummed through the VIP lounge like a second heartbeat, vibrating against my ribs. Crystal glasses clinked, expensive liquor flowed, and two sleek, eager bodies pressed close on either side of me on the leather couch.One of them—dark-haired, sharp-jawed, scenting faintly of synthetic Alpha pheromones trailed a hand along my thigh. The other leaned in, lips brushing my ear with a practiced whisper.I didn’t even look at them. My glass of aged whiskey dangled from my fingers, My eyes were unfocused, staring into the swirling lights of the club as if they held answers I’d never find.“Why can’t you be him…” I muttered, voice low and rough, barely audible over the music. “Just for one fucking night.”The dark-haired man chuckled, mistaking the words for invitation. “Who do you want us to be, boss? We can be anyone you need.”My lip curled in disgust. I shoved the hand off my thigh with a force that bordered on violence. “Shut up. You’re not him. Neither of you could ev

Arlo Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows. I stood by the kitchen island, sipping black coffee. It did little to clear the fog from last night’s heat.My body ached in dull waves. The suppressants had blunted the worst of it, but every brush of clothing reminded me how fragile my new Omega body was. School can’t wait, whether I felt like facing the world or not. voss heirs didn’t get sick days, the family name demanded excellence.Raphael had stayed until dawn, the bastard had worked on his laptop in the armchair while I drifted in and out of restless sleep. Now he was back. He leaned against the counter in a fresh charcoal suit that screamed power. His hair was perfect, jaw clean-shaven, but those storm-gray eyes watched me with the same intensity.“Parents are still in Europe for another month,” he said without warning. Keys dangled from his fingers. “I’m dropping you off. Move.”I set my mug down harder than necessary. “I can drive myself. I’m not a child.”“You c

Arlo The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows. Raphael stepped back inside from the balcony. I could tell from his face that our parents had called him, their words still seemed to echo in the air.“Don’t give the boy a hard time, Raphael. Give in to whatever Arlo asks for the next few days. Family stability comes first.”I saw my chance. I sat at the kitchen island, scrolling my phone with a small smile. I had overheard enough. “I want to watch my favorite show,” I declared, voice sweet as I queued up the reality dating series I knew he hated. “All episodes. Then we’re baking a cake from scratch with that fancy vanilla you hate wasting.”Raphael grunted from the couch. His arms were crossed over his broad chest. “Don’t push your luck, Arlo.”I blinked up at him with exaggerated innocence. My lashes fluttered. “What do you mean? Dad said give in to whatever I asked. You wouldn’t disobey him, right? Not the perfect heir.”Raphael rolled his eyes dramatically, but he g

Two in the morning and I was awake. Sweating through the sheets. My heart was going way too fast.This wasn’t a fever. I knew what a fever felt like. This was hot. Low in my stomach first, then everywhere. Like someone turned a dial up inside me and forgot to turn it back down.I kicked the blankets off. Didn’t help. Nothing helped."Kael?" I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It just came out.The house was quiet. That kind of quiet where you can hear your own breathing too loud.I sat up and my head spun. Made it to the bathroom and flipped the light on. Big mistake. I looked awful. Red cheeks. Eyes too bright. My mouth is dry.And the smell. God. I could smell myself. Sweet and wrong and way too familiar.My heart. Again.That didn’t make sense. It wasn’t supposed to come back for weeks. That’s what the books said. That’s what Mom said. Three days wasn’t a break. Three days was nothing.Unless it was him. Unless being with Kael messed everything up. Because

ElaraIt took two days to figure out who was texting me. By then it was already too late to stop what came next.Mom laid out the rules that same morning, before either of us had even finished our coffee. No locked doors. No being alone together past ten at night. Family counseling every Thursday, whether we liked it or not. Kael agreed to all of it without arguing, which surprised me more than it should have. He just sat there nodding, grateful to still be in the house at all.I thought that meant it was over. That we'd gotten through the worst of it and everything from here would just be slow and careful.I was wrong.The message showed up during chemistry, second period, while I was pretending to copy notes off the board I wasn't actually reading. My phone buzzed once against my leg. I almost ignored it. I'd gotten good at ignoring things that week.Something made me check anyway.Unknown Number: Saw you two in the kitchen this morning. Sweet family moment. Does your mom know about