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he commanded. I turned my head. He was watching me. His jaw was tight. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my bare back. “You're mine now,” he said. Not my stepsister. MINE. He began to move. Long and deep. Each thrust hit something inside of me that made me see stars. My parents were asleep. The house was silent. And here I am beneath my stepbrother, who was fucking me hard into his mattress like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it.

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already."

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

I felt like I was floating away, my whole body vibrating with the force of the climax. He didn't pull out right away. He stayed buried inside me, his chest heaving against mine. He reached out and held me tight, pulling me into his body as if he never wanted to let go. I stayed there, my forehead resting on his shoulder, waiting for my heart to slow down. I still hated him. I still knew he was a jerk. But as I lay there in the dark, held by my stepbrother, I knew I was in way over my head. The camping trip hadn't even truly started yet, and I was already his.

My favorite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on my bed. “I prepared these things ahead of time. I hope you’ll like it here,” my stepfather said, rubbing his nose. Like a beast hiding its claws, I felt warmth from a father figure for the first time and quickly accepted this new family, forgetting about the stepbrother I hadn’t yet met. The next day, as I walked down the grand spiral staircase, I ran into a tall young man. I froze, unsure what to do, while he squinted at me, then pushed me into the corner of the staircase, wrapping his hand around my neck.

I tried adjusting it again, but it just kept slipping off. ‘I’ll just wear it for him when we get into the tent.’ I thought, pulling it off him, leaving him completely naked again. We both dragged our feet on the cold dirt, heading back to our tents with the aid of my torchlight. His walking was so weak that it felt like I was walking for the both of us. I looked at his face and realized his eyes were weakly shut. I had yet to process the fact that my annoying stepbrother was a Lycan. Since I was born, I have always heard stories about Lycans and their abilities and stature.

JOANNE The heavy scent of citrus lined the confined space of the car as I pressed my forehead to the glass watching the unfamiliar scenery pass in a blur. My phone beeped and a text message from Rose appeared. Rose: You reached your step-brother’s place? Still in the cab, I typed but then I deleted it and responded with a tired emoji. I: Almost there This was my first year at college. I had already paid for my apartment. Got there and realized I had been scanned by the agent. Stranded, I had to spend a few days at my step-brother’s house.

“Good girl. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we’re doing this again… and maybe I’ll sneak you into the outdoor shower while everyone’s at the beach.” As I drifted off in his arms, sore, full, and happier than I’d been in years, I realized sharing a bed with my cocky stepbrother was the best mistake of my life.

Since there is less fluorescent pollution here, I can see all the stars…and they’re beautiful. Alex notices, too. “Aren’t they breathtaking?” “Yeah…” “My brother and I used to camp when we were little. I’ll take you to the stream where we’d set up tent—I mean the expression…not literally. We slept in hammocks, not tents.” “I get it.” He starts gently swinging our hands back and forth as we walk, and it makes me feel like a kid with her first crush. Alone, out here, nothing feels wrong. This feels right.

He didn’t reply, nor did he slow down. Dammit, it was annoying not being able to communicate with my wolves. I reached out for Circe again and was met with the never-ending abyss. I hoped she would return soon and prayed that what Brady had done to me wasn’t permanent. Milo and Luca came forward to guide me in the dark. We turned a bend in the trail, and I quickly covered my eyes, horrified, as my very naked brother was throwing on some athletic shorts, his bony white ass in full display in the soft glow of a camping lantern.