Fated To My 4 Bully Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

"I smelled her first!" "You're both wrong!" Nathan shouted, shoving his brothers apart. "She's MY mate! I can feel it!" "MINE!" Caiden roared, his eyes blazing with a ferocity that matched his brothers. "She belongs to ME!" I stared at them, my battered mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Four mates. I had four mates. I had just been rejected by my fated mate, branded a murderer, flogged, and banished—and now the Moon Goddess had tied me to four of the most dangerous wolves in existence?

At the end of it all, I'll decide whether I think they are evil or guilty. “Firstly, I have a question for you T,” I say, stepping closer to his cell. He stands swiftly, walking over to stand by his cell bars, like Cal. “Ask away.” “Your brother is Fate,” I say flatly. “That would have been nice to know before your trial.” T sighs deeply. “You never explicitly asked about my siblings, if I remember correctly. It's not my fault Fate took an interest in a lonely orphan like me. We aren't real brothers, Faye. He's messing with you. He's Fate.”

The only time they did meet was when Haley got seriously ill as a girl and he was asked to donate bone marrow. Haley's mother had married Dirk, a widowed farmer with three sons. They hadn't been the Brady Bunch and there'd been no more children. Haley had been at boarding school since the age of 10 so she didn't feel close to anyone in her family. In fact, with her sophisticated taste and generous allowance, she considered herself better than the rest of her family. Dirk was a farmer. Her oldest stepbrother Colin was his father's farmhand. Her middle stepbrother Justin was a truck driver. The youngest stepbrother Phil was a butcher's apprentice. The brothers were between 23 and 29 years of a

If he was my stepfather, then that meant. A wave of dread washed over me as I realized the implications. The sound of footsteps approaching brought me out of my reverie. My mom's eyes lit up with excitement. "They're here, just in time!" she exclaimed, excitement on her face as she turned to me. "Ari, it's time to meet your new step brothers." I spun around immediately and my heart sank as I spotted them. They hadn't changed much, their identical forms coming into view. Zayn and Zachary. The twin sons of Alpha Jason. My new step brothers.

"I know I have given you no reason to trust me. I bullied you for years. Made your life hell. And now I am asking you to believe in something impossible and trust me with your life. I know how insane that sounds." "You are my bully. You are about to be my stepbrother. And now you are some supernatural creature claiming I belong to you." My voice broke. "This is too much, Nate. I cannot process this. I cannot just accept that everything I thought I knew about the world is wrong." "I am not asking you to accept it all at once. I am just asking you to believe that I am telling the truth. That's what you saw tonight was real." "I saw you turn into a wolf. I cannot exactly deny that."

And my breath disappears down my lungs. My long lost stepsister, my fated mate, on the arm of a man who was once like a brother to me.

I am not going to get any sleep tonight. Not after what I just witnessed in the hallway. I had been awakened by a loud banging sound and went out to investigate it when I stumbled upon the fight. A fight! Yes, a fucking fight. Four brothers are freaking fighting over me. Four respected Alpha’s tolling around the ground, throwing punches over a weak, rejected Omega like me. I don’t know what to think about it; heck, I have no idea what to do now.

"But I want you to know that you're not alone anymore. Now you'll have a family and a house. I slowly nodded as I tried to understand what he was saying. Thoughts of leaving everything behind and going into the unknown were both scary and exciting. "There's something else you should know," he said, his voice getting more serious. "You have four stepbrothers." I was shocked. "Four?" He laughed softly. "Yes. I'm sure they'll be as shocked to meet you as you are to meet them. They're all older than you.” "Will they... like me?" I asked slowly, nervously twisting my fingers in my lap. Having four bigger brothers all of a sudden was too much to handle after years of being rejected and picked on.

I would not let him see me break. Every day we crossed paths, this annoying stepbrother of mine always found a way to slice me apart. I'd tried so many times to walk away, to dodge the fight but he always pushed, always prodded until I snapped. He was a bully. He had been ordering the maids to ignore me, to be cruel to me. He made me feel like a ghost in this house, like I only belonged here because his father had married my Mom. Like this luxurious life was a handout I didn't earn. Well, to hell with their wealth. Fuck their money. I could make it on my own, pay for my own studies without a single cent from his Dad.

They held me responsible for their losses, despite my innocence. Of course there was nothing I could do, I was just an adopted child raised by their parents. I call them my step siblings because my late mother was having an affair with their father. “Now that I am back, it’s time you get punished for everything you’ve done. But first of all I will start off small.” He looked me up and down with a sneer of disgust. "Go serve dinner to my best friend, the king, you murderer," my stepbrother said with an angry snarl.