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“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

My body didn't know how to process it, and my brain had no language for it. And the worst part? It wasn't a stranger doing this. It was Saint... A man I was meant to see as my big brother, even though I hated him. I had morals, believe me. I could tell good from bad. I knew how lines were drawn. And this? Everything Saint was doing to me tonight? It had red tape wrapped around it. I knew with every fiber of my being that letting your stepbrother do things like this to you was well against societal norms.

Melinda asked as she sat next to me on the curb. "Emberly, I live in Wolfforth just outside Lubbock, so I would love it if you could give me a ride. I have no idea where I'm at. My brother and I got into an argument, and I had to let off some steam," "Oh My Goodness, girl, you've made it to Tahoka. You should call and check in and let someone know where you are. I'm sure someone is worried about you," "Well, my parents are on vacation, and my stepbrother hates my guts, so I don't think there is anyone who cares or notices that I've been gone so long. Can you help me up, please; my legs are like jello?"

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

"What is wrong with you?" Peter looked down at my hand around his and slowly pulled his hand away. "Do you or do you not?" I lowered my voice. "He is my stepbrother." My heart was beating so hard that I could almost hear it. "And you know that." Peter's eyes stayed on me. "Except you don't see him as a brother." My mouth fell open a little. "Peter?" My heart raced even faster. Suddenly he let out a wild laugh, and a few more students turned their heads toward us.

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

I called up to camp as I untied the canoe and stepped into it. “Wait, Jacey. We haven’t finished breakfast!” my father called back down. “I can help with breakfast,” Jeanie said, her voice soft on the wind. “Jeanie, darling, you’re a guest. Why don’t you get a little more sleep?” My father’s reply made my blood boil. Apparently, it did Caleb’s as well, because before I could push off, my stepbrother came tromping down the path. “I’m coming with you. Don’t argue. We don’t have to talk. But I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

They were meant to hold. “I am just saying. I don’t feel like eating campers tonight.” My brother shuddered at the memory. It was ugly. But that was just the effect of the full moon. It made my beast feral. It drove him insane. So one night he escaped and munched on a bunch of tourists who were just camping in the forest. The news was a nightmare after that incident. “You will do just fine. I am here.” He stopped next to me, then placed a hand on my shoulder, a silent message passing through his black eyes.