Novel & Cerita Choosing Between My Hot Stepbrother Or His Rival My Bestfriend

~ELENA~ I sit stiffly at the couch, staring at my best friends flirting shamelessly with my stepbrothers and giving all their attention to them. I feel my stomach churning. Jealousy. That's what this is. And I begin to wonder. Did my best friends come to see me or my sexy step brothers?? I don't like them looking at my stepbrothers like that. I don't like how they flirt, how the boys smirk, and how easy it all comes.

He bent down picked up a paper and read it out and that was when I realized I have been fucked. I placed a hand over my mouth standing In Front of the guy I hate so much. Because he is in competition with my step brother, stealing all the spotlight from him. I can't remember how many times I cursed him so much and lastly he is the bad guy every girl wants on campus. And rumor has it he changes girls like he changes his tissue paper. Like I'm terribly mad at him for his gut. “What! What are you? Crushing on your step brother?” He paused, then read out loud again.

I still hadn't calmed down. My face contorted when I got a text from my stepbrother. Out of all the people I wish I could murder, he was the one person I couldn't get rid of, my greatest rival, Luca. I hated him, I hated the fact that the same blood flowed in our veins. I didn't want him anywhere near my wife. I'd shoot him, even if my uncles and aunts were against it.

I've always wanted a sibling but the thought of having a stepbrother gives me mixed feelings. I mean, I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t exactly need someone to share toys with or fight over the last slice of cake. But still, part of me wonders what it would feel like to have someone around. Someone who understands the awkwardness of blending two families together. “Is he nice?” I ask, poking around the pot and stealing a piece of fried plantain before she can stop me.

I didn’t know how to also handle the fact that he wanted me to choose between him and Alan, when I wanted both of them for myself. What if I chose Alan? I wondered, turning to look at him when his conversation with Freya ended. He had his eyes fixated on the road, with his hands holding the steering tightly. no matter how much I try to twist the narrative, he was still my stepbrother and choosing instead of Zachary wouldn’t be easy. In fact, my father would definitely force me to reject Alan if he happened to find out we were mates, meaning I wouldn’t only lose Zachary by choosing Alan, I was going to lose Alan too.

I just couldn’t prove it. “Nora? Zane?” My mum’s voice echoed through the house, drawing me out of my thoughts. Staggering forward, I bolted toward the living room, excited for my parents’ return. And definitely not because I was trying to catch a glimpse of him. Zane. “Richard. Mother. Welcome home,” I greeted, pulling them both into a warm, short embrace. Their eyes danced around us in search of Zane. “Your brother, isn’t he home yet?” Richard asked, his tone lacking any form of pleasantries. I felt a little bitter recalling whatever animosity was between both stepdad and son. I had somehow added to it, which I outright should not have.

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.

What was she_ "Isn't that right, Hunter?" And then all at once, everything clicked into place. Bile rose up my throat as my gaze flung from Helena to the blond guy. "Oh we are getting along." My new step brother drawled, eyes on mine. "We're getting along perfectly."

I muttered to no one, the words sounding as empty as I felt. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that my stepbrother would turn out to be my... mate—ugh, that word—I would’ve laughed so hard I’d probably choke. What kind of lunatic crap even is that? But here I was, not laughing, because apparently, my life decided to become a full-blown supernatural soap opera. And the weirdest part?

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.