Forbidden Mate- A Step-brother Romance Novels & Stories

Elena's pov Before I could answer, before my mother could speak, Sophie took the dress from my hands. She held it against herself in front of the tall mirror near the window, turning so the light caught the beading. Then she glanced over her shoulder at Adrian with a playful little smile. “Does it suit me better, do you think?” Adrian’s gaze moved from Sophie to me. He noticed the way my expression had tightened. I watched him misread it completely,another attempt to start an argument, another overreaction.

Before I can answer, her friend Maya beats me to it. "Well, I think it's both. And there's nothing wrong with it since you don't share blood relation." She shrugs. "I've been reading a novel about such relationships, and I completely love the story between Brian and Nila. The title is Forbidden desire by author Muse. It gives an in that it's more than just forbidden situations, besides, we werewolves can't choose who our mate is, there's no way i would give up on a once in a lifetime thing like that."

It has been one of my secret desires since Thor and I first recognised her, and now. Fuck. To my horror, tears sting my eyes, and I blink them back hard. “Of course, now you’re back, it’s already been cancelled,” Mother says gently. “But your brother’s mate is a difficult she-wolf, and I’m certain she’s going to be very vocal about it all.” I can tell from her words and the set of her chin that she does not like Felix’s mate at all. “There is also…” Aiden trails off, and I turn to him.

He accused, his slithering gaze causing my heart to clench painfully. I could take anyone looking at me like that—but not him. “I have found my mate, and she’s standing right beside me.” It felt like sharp thorns were clawing at my chest, and it took a lot of willpower to remain standing. It hit me like a punch in my gut—his voice, his words. Lucas had smiled that night beneath the lit sky, his voice low and intimate. We’re fated mates, Valeriana. No one can come between us, he had whispered, cupping my face as if I were his entire world.

And now, something was wrong—terribly wrong. It felt like my body was rejecting everything else but him. “Get him to the couch,” someone else said, more urgent this time. I was being lifted, carried, but it felt like floating through fog. My skin burned. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My wolf scratched beneath my skin, restless and angry. I’d heard about this. The mate bond reacting violently when ignored—when one mate pulled away or denied the connection. But why now? Why this sudden crash? Unless…

In three swift moves, the wolf's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his well-built chest that drew his mate like a magnet. In perfect synchronization, they formed an arc, never breaking eye contact. Their positions were reversed. Three steps back, one step forward. They kissed with more fervor, and Felicia clumsily removed her jacket and top. Jealous of their union, the sky rumbled, and thunder caused a blackout throughout the city. But that didn't stop them from continuing their sexual dance as they undressed. Yes! It was as if they were dancing. *** Three steps back, and Felicia fell onto the bed.

"You know that. The entire court knows that. Whatever my father imagines negotiating, it doesn't erase the mate bond that already exists." "An unclaimed bond, with an omega hybrid of no formal standing in wolf society, is hardly the same obstacle a completed mating would present." The courtier's voice gentles slightly, though nothing about the words themselves softens with it. "Forgive my bluntness, Lady Cella, but your father's court has been quite thorough in its consideration of the matter. The bond remains unconsummated. The man in question holds no pack, no rank, no legal standing that would prevent a properly negotiated match from proceeding regardless of whatever attachment currently

“You’ve done that all on your own.” Marcus moved. Slow. Controlled. Dangerous. “You will explain,” he said. Not asked. Ordered. Xander didn’t hesitate. “She’s my mate.” Silence. Complete. Total. Carolina felt the words hit her like a physical force. Mate. Spoken out loud. In front of everyone. There was no taking that back. The bond surged—stronger than ever before. The pack erupted. “No—” “That’s not possible—” “She’s not—”

“Impossible—” Adrian’s shackles flashed brightly, then faded. The air in the circle began to swirl. And then I saw it. A flash. Just for a second. A throne. Carved with wolf markings. Empty. The vision disappeared. Like it wasn't there. I gasped sharply. My body did it before I knew. The magic coursed through me, unexpected. "No," I said forcefully. “Stop it! Stop what you are doing to my mate right now! Whatever we have we will settle between us! Do not get into this!”

“You speak of killing your son’s mate bond.” Marcus’s silver eyes hardened. “I speak of reminding him that he is mine before he is anything else. If he bares his fangs at me again, I’ll break them myself.” Just beyond the study’s heavy oak doors, Selene listened. Her storm-grey eyes gleamed in the shadows, her lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. So it was true. The maid had bound Damien in a mate bond. Selene’s heart quickened with something sharp and sweet — amusement, hunger, the thrill of a challenge. Her father wanted her to marry Damien for power. Marcus wanted her to chain him into obedience.