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Sarah’s POV: After coming back from lunch I thought about the wedding the whole day. I thought about how I would handle that stepbrother, Zayn. I never met him before although now I wanted to. I wanted to meet him and talk to him. I wanted him to be happy for his father just like I was trying to be happy for my mother. What if that guy Zayn won’t like me and be rude to me? What will I do then? How will I be able to live in that house with him? My mom would obviously be involved in her new life with her new husband and I would be there all alone with that stepbrother who won’t even consider me his stepsister. My life would become a hell and no one would be there to help me. I threw myself on

A hurray for me, yay. Sighing, I went towards my locker. She smirked at me, giving me the space to open up the lock. Opening up the metal door, I placed my books inside and closed it. “What do you need?” I said, turning towards her. I was already tired and I didn’t want another drama. “Aw, poor whore is talking back?” Her high pitched voice entered my ears. I winced back. “Oh wait, you’re not a whore, you’re a fucking prostitute who loves to open her legs.”

She looked genuinely excited. Completely unaware that the two boys sitting in front of her hated each other’s existence. “Ryan, this is Miles.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. “My son.” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me My mother then turned toward me. “Miles, this is Ryan.” She smiled. “Your new stepbrother.” I felt like I was about to faint. My ears started ringing. The room suddenly felt too warm. My new step brother? Ryan? What sort of joke is this,

THIRD PERSON POV In front of Luke loomed Frederick’s enormous dick, as goddamn swollen, veiny, and damp with pre-cum as he remembered it from the villa. Luke closed his eyes for a second, clenching his fists, and inhaled the goddamn rough scent of virility and sweat that his stepbrother’s crotch gave off. "Fine, I’ll do it," Luke finally said, opening his eyelids all at once, cornered by the raw reality.

“It’s none of your business Trey.” “It is,” he snapped back. “It’s my business to protect you.” “Why?” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. “Because you are my what exactly?” His nostrils flared. “Your big brother.” The word felt like a slap on my face in a mocking way. I set the glass down too hard, water sloshing over the rim. “Step brother. Let’s be clear.” His gaze flickered. Just for a moment. Enough to tell me he felt it too, the sharpness of that boundary, the reminder.

Brooks Girls like me shouldn't want boys like Levi Hawthorne. He was the alpha prince, the most popular boy in school whose name was on the lips of every single girl. I was the wolfless omega, the orphan who only got to breathe in the same air with him because of a welfare scholarship. But still, I wanted him.

I stood there staring at it. Then I rubbed my temples. “He is such an asshole.” “Who’s an asshole?” I turned to find Bree wandering in from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water. Her messy bun sat crooked on top of her head. Never a good sign. Crooked bun Bree was always plotting something. “Cole Ryder,” I muttered. Her eyes widened. “The football captain?” “Yes.” “The hot one?” “Unfortunately.” “The one who looks like he was genetically engineered in a sports lab?”

ZANE I turned on the showers, dousing myself in cold water, my eyes closed shut, head resting against the tiles, willing my rock-hard dick to get the fucking memo and settle the fuck down. My insides felt like hot lava. I couldn’t get it out of my head—the way she looked at me with those stupidly brown eyes. Her little moans. How she felt around my fucking fingers. Fuck. Would she feel that tight when seated pretty on my dick? I parted my eyes suddenly, a low groan of complaint spilling free from my lips. Seriously? Now I just wanted to fuck her! That vile bitch with a ratty attitude? I wanted my dick in her? She’s my fucking step brother—Christ’s sake!

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."

When he saw me coming, his head tilted just a little, and that spark in his eyes, the one that always made me feel like I was the best part of his day, flared up again. “Hey,” I said, crossing my arms as I walked up to him. He pushed himself off the wall, the casual vibe dropping as he came toward me, concern creeping into his features. “You okay?” “No,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I expected. “It’s about Aaron. I just... I can’t stop thinking about him. About everything that happened and all the stuff he said.” Brandon’s expression shifted, going serious almost immediately. “He wasn’t a normal wolf. There’s something else going on. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll get to the bottom of