Carta A Mi Sobrino Novels & Stories

MILO THIRTEEN YEARS AGO "Emilio, your cousin is here, hurry up downstairs!" Mom called. I couldn't wait to see my cousin. I have never met him in person, we only talk through video calls. His dad is really nice to us, his mom died of cancer according to dad. His name is Matteo and his gonna be my little brother, even if I'm only older than him with just two years. I head downstairs immediately. As soon as I reached the bottom step, I saw him grinning at me. "Matteo!" I exclaimed, running towards me.

Still hungry but a tiny bit scared and lowkey trying to normalize whatever I was feeling into a state of feigned calmness. Hah! Calmness was the furthest thing that I could compel myself to feel in that moment where my brain worked faster then my mouth would at times of crisis but only to mess with me at the same time. I really needed a break. He regarded me once, twice then, "Aurelio Francesco Verticolli," he said, a brief ecstatical look in his joyful eyes. "I'm your brother. One of them, actually the youngest one but still older than you though." He added letting out a chuckle, the hint of that smooth Italian accent clear in his voice.

I wouldn't want Sapphira seeing this and starting to have weird ideas that I was starting to like her child but she wasn't here now and I could do whatever I want. "You little imp... How dare you betray me once you see him?" Roberto grumbled as always when I carried the eager Mateo off Ricardo's arms. "Dada!" He cradled happily in my arms eliciting a bout of laughter from Ricardo and Romeo as Roberto's facial expression turned darker. "Welcome home brother," They greeted but Roberto snorted and turned his face away. 'Brother, why don't you get a she-wolf pregnant if you so badly want a pup? I'm sure Mom will be over the moon,' Romeo mumbled through our mindlink and Ricardo laughed harder.

, He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

He winked at me, letting out a creepy smile that got me shivering. "Quit your nonsense, Carla." Mom laughed at me. "Don't let Diego hear you, otherwise he'll spank you for saying he has a big roach." "Yeah, being spanked by the big roach himself." I glared at Diego, referring to him as the pest. "Huh? What did you say?" "Nothing Mom. Just missing you, that's all," I said, climbing up the stairs. "I miss you too, Carla. I promise to get you something from Italy. Just be a good girl to your brother, " She said.

I sighed as I went through a pain stakingly similar financial report that was the exact same to the one before but I had no choice but to go through it, just in case there was a tiny 1% chance that something was different. The current beta, Johnathan knocked on the door before he stepped inside the office. He was Michael's father, seeing Johnathan made me think about that slimy bastard Micheal who seemed to be getting a bit too close to my mate! I let out a low growl and both my father and Johnathan looked at me confused, "what's the matter son?" Asked my father, I could not tell them that I was thinking about the future beta and how he has the hots for my sister who is actually my mate. "Th

“I think I might give our old lands to our allies, and work out something with your father.” “Like what?” I asked. “I'm not sure. I just know I need to build my pack back up properly. With a mate and an heir.” Leo grinned over at me. “With you and our child.” “That sounds nice,” I said. Leo shook himself and grinned. “Well! It's your turn. Tell me something about yourself, Eva.” I didn't know what to do. Should I pretend to be Eva? What might she tell him? I had no idea. We were technically sisters, but really we were strangers. I had to say something, though.

I walked to the kitchen and found two pieces of paper laid side by side on the table. It was crude crayon drawings. The kind all children made. But these weren't pictures of houses or animals or rainbows. Both showed the same thing. A figure. Female, based on the long hair and dress. But the face was blank. Underneath Kasey's drawing, in his careful three-year-old printing, were four words. "I miss you mama." Beside it, Kylie's neater handwriting spelled out a plea that shattered something inside me. "Come back please."

My mouth hangs, my breathing quickening in shock as my worst nightmare plays right in front of me. In my mom’s hand and lifted in the air is a picture of me and James. Intimate. In a non best friend way. And definitely not in a way you’d be with your stepbrother, either.