Forbidden Mate- A Step-brother Romance Novels & Stories

Looking up at me in a pout. “Damon we can’t. Not only did we just meet, it’s forbidden. Any mate bond not made whole under the light of the full moon will wither—“ I tried to explain as Damon cut me off by pushing his lips agains mine. “Shhhh, it’s a myth.” Damon kissed me again sloppily. “No it’s not. I’ve seen it happen in my pack. Both Mates eventually die meeting the same fate as if their mate had died.”

❄️ “I’m your alpha—” “No,” Alex cut in sharply. “You’re my stepbrother. And maybe my mate. And that’s exactly why this is so dangerous.” The words struck deep. Alex stood, pacing now, emotions finally spilling over. “If we accept the bond, they’ll parade us as an example. Forbidden but tolerated. Watched. Controlled.” “And if we don’t,” Brian said quietly, “they’ll tear it out of you.” Alex stopped in front of him. “Which option destroys me less?”

"Good, because there's something you need to know. I am starting to really love Sophia. She is my mate, and I would hate for you to think I liked you that way or do anything that leads you on and end up causing a confusion or even worse break your heart and cause a rift between you and your sister. That night we spent together...a foolish mistake, and we are sorry it has to stay in the dark." I felt as if the words knives that plunged straight in-my throat that was already on fire through the torment of his words, and I did not allow him to find out how much they stung. Suppressing a short, fake laugh, I said, "Don't flatter yourself too much, Adrian Wolfe. I told you, I was just being dumb.

Dad raised his voice again, shouting with emotion in front of her. "Vanessa and I are not brothers!" Andreas answered loudly. But his answer made my heart beat weaker. I felt pain and fear, staring at the chaos that was closing in on me. "We are not bound by blood. What makes you so opposed to this?" I saw Andreas' eyes looking at Maria and Dad in turn. "If we love each other, it is not a mistake. "It is not despicable and reprehensible. It is not a sin." "You made a mistake, Andreas!" Father shouted in frustration. "Loving your stepsister is a mistake, Andreas."

“Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.” “I am not being blasphemous. It’s simply a fact that our pairing is improper—the age gap alone proves that.” “Are we the only mates with a ten-year age gap?” I challenged. “No, but I prefer an older mate with life experiences.” I smiled weakly and set the teacup and saucer onto the tray. “What a coincidence, so do I.” He cursed under his breath and shifted in his chair, pinning me down with a hard, cold gaze.

Instead, I just wanted more. His hand moved from my back to loosen the towel. It fell open slightly, exposing more skin to his touch. His lips blazed a trail from my neck to my chest, and when his mouth closed over my nipple through the damp fabric, I cried out. "Fuck," he growled. "The sounds you make..." This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. My mate, yes, but mating with him could get us all killed. Marcus would lock me away. The Council would execute them. We were supposed to be staying apart, supposed to be fighting this...

By the end of dinner, when the plates had been cleared and the maids silently returned the room to pristine perfection, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t going to be a passing crush. It wasn’t a fleeting attraction I could push aside. It was a storm that had already settled in my chest, a heat that refused to dissipate, a thought I couldn’t escape. I wanted Adrian in ways I didn’t understand. And knowing that he was forbidden—knowing that he was my stepbrother—made the feeling burn even hotter.

He leans against the wall, and for the first time since I collided into him, he looks less like an intimidating future alpha. “Okay, this is just great!” I slide down the wall till I’m sat on the ground, knees to my chest. “My mother is going to kill me. Actually kill me. You know what she said before the wedding? 'This is my last marriage, Soren. My LAST. Don’t ruin it." And then what’s the first thing I do? 'Become fated mates with my stepbrother. A STEPBROTHER." Felix is silent for quite some time.

“Not everyone is as easy as you, Zarek. You only came on to me because you thought fucking your stepsister would be hot, right?” Zarek flinched. “Stepsister?” he mumbled under his breath. “You’re wrong. It’s…it’s because of the damn mate bond!” he snapped. “Now drop it.” What? His words left me unsteady on my feet. It was like my world had tilted–Zarek and I were mates? Zarek released an irritated breath. “I knew before I left for college. But I didn’t want you. I don’t want you. Isabella will be my Luna, end of discussion.”

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—"