Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Novels & Stories

“You definitely don’t belong here.” A tight knot coils in my chest, as my frown deepens with frustration. If I don’t belong here… then where do I? Noah studies me, his gaze shifting toward my shoulder. “Maybe your mate can tell us where you belong.” My brows pull together. “Mate?” He points to my shoulder. I glance down and freeze because I have a mate's mark etched into my skin. Heat curls in my chest. He is right. I have a mate. But who?

It was a claim of possession. I fought with the two guards who had my arms, yet the silver-threaded ropes eased into my flesh, and made my strength useless. My heart beat in my ribs was like a caged bird. I am not your bride, I spat, the words roy. "I am the mate of a King. When Kai finds you--" "Kai?" Thorne only chuckled in a low pitiful scolding rumble, which sent the hair on my arms standing.

Now, if they found out I was his mate. Was I in a position to have the Pack’s Beta? Do I even want him? I was lost, adrift in a sea of confusion. How could this be happening? Two mates? And one of them was my stepbrother? My mother, sensing my distress, tapped my shoulder. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked. I wanted to tell her everything, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, I managed a weak smile. "I'm fine, Mom," I lied.

I tiptoed quietly, searching for the room I’d been given, but after several wrong turns, I crashed into a hard body. A soldier. His sharp eyes pinned me down. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low, edged with dominance. My throat tightened. Who was I, really? “I… I’m Damien’s brother’s mate,” I stammered. The words tasted like poison on my tongue. Even after everything Lucas did to me, I still called him mate. The thought made my skin crawl. The only thing I wanted was to dig my claws into him, to shred him for what he had done. But I couldn’t. My wolf was gone. I had nothing left.

I said. “Then don’t.” “ I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do…because you’re a member of my pack.” He replied. He touched my chin and tilted my face up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes... “The right thing,” I continued still insisting. “Would be to mark me and make the mate bond public. Right now I’m still known as the former mistress. That isn’t fair. If I were openly acknowledged as your mate, I wouldn’t have been cautioned the same way for confronting Alpha Roland or my stepfather.”

he’s the Alphas brother. He claimed you last night. So no one will touch you without his say so.” She makes it sound like I’m safe from him. She gets closer to me and puts water in a bowl to wet the towel to wash my face and dirt from my hair. When she reached I wince and she soothes me like a child. Like my mother would have. I turn my head back to her and notice a mate mark on her throat. “Are you his mate”? I ask her, not wanting to hear she is because why am I here. Having a mate who claims others is a slap in the face. A disrespect to the goddess herself for having a mate is your other part of soul and to betray trust and love is a horrible life. “No, I’m claimed by another but I work

MIA’S POV Mate. The word echoed in my head like a cruel joke as I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest. My entire life, I'd dreamed of finding my mate - someone who would finally want me, choose me, love me for who I was. Instead, I got Rolex. My stepbrother. A man who saw me as nothing but a burden. "That's impossible," I whispered, stepping back. "I can't be. I don't even have a wolf yet. And you're my stepbrother—"

My chest tightened. “That’s why I want you to claim me,” she said, her voice steady, her eyes determined. I froze. I looked at her in disbelief. “What?” “Claim me, mark me,” she repeated, her voice bold. “That way, you’ll know I’m being sincere.” I stepped back, pulling my hand from my chest. “Are you out of your mind?” I snapped. “Do you even know what you’re asking for? Do you think mate marking is some kind of game? It’s not something you just—”

My head jerked back, “What?” “She bears another’s mark and the further away he is from her, the more it drains her.” I froze, “Another... mate?” “Yes,” the woman said with certainty. “If he isn’t brought to her soon... she won’t survive.” My mouth went dry, my stomach twisted as I stared at Stephanie’s unconscious form. Another mate? “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, voice low and tight. “What other mate?” The sorcerer tilted her head. “She belongs to two wolves,” she said. “And right now, only one is by her side.”

It was driving me crazy knowing my step brother was with my wife, my mate. It wasn't helping because I didn't like the way he looked at her. There was something about that look that scared me, made me want to lock Ciara in a box and never bring her out. Keep her there for only my eyes to see. In any case I could simply publicly acknowledge her as my mate and mark her officially. Once she had my mark, it would be impossible for her to be marked by another man. A satisfied grin made its way to my face at the thought and I programmed it in my head to mark Ciara as soon as I got back.