Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers 소설 & 이야기

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?

Since she was the one chosen to me by the Moon goddess, it's only right that I claim her as my mate. " And how many times am I telling you that I will never agree with that bitch to be part of my family?” my mother shouted, a glare fixed on her face. “ She is my sister Mom, she is already part of this family. Whether you like it or not, I am taking her as my mate." I made my stand known before walking away.

She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise. Jesse knew the time to lose her V-card is right when she had to live with her stepbrother, but nothing could have prepared her for the life of being a sex freak into which she was initiated. Mike Landon knew his stepsister would be his doom since the first day he set his eyes on her, so he stayed away But a moment of weakness let him have a taste of her, and now he can’t get enough of her. Chapter 1 JESSE P.O.V

Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

My heart stopped as she opened it. Inside was a detailed plan. Diagrams and instructions. A ritual of some kind with specific requirements. Location. Time. Participants. And right in the center of the diagram was Dora's name in Richard's handwriting. Below it was a date and description. HARVEST NIGHT. Full Moon. July 27th. "That is three days away," Dora said. Her voice was barely a whisper. "What is Harvest Night? What is he planning to do to me?" I read through the instructions. Felt bile rise in my throat. This was not just manipulation. This was something darker. Something that would hurt her. Maybe kill her. The ritual required her blood. Required her to be bound and conscious. Required

And when he smiled the world shrank to a bubble that contained only us. I didn't want to get out of this bubble. He caught my hand and we walked hand in hand, keeping our pace slow. There was no hurry because with Rob I felt that I had already reached my destination. We kept walking for some time then he put his arm across my shoulder and ushered me to our hut. Then he stopped and turned. " Wait,!! See love, it's a full moon night. Perfect!! " Rob said. "Hmmm, beautiful!! But perfect for what?? "

Or pull him back in and kiss him like I’d never stopped. Instead, a laugh burst out—awkward and breathless and utterly humiliating. Ian’s smirk deepened. But before either of us could say another word— A bright light hit us. We both froze. The patio doors swung open, spilling light and noise from the party behind us. Chris stepped out, followed by Annie. And Annie? She saw everything. Her eyes widened like dinner plates. Her jaw dropped so fast I thought it might dislocate. “Oh my god,” she gasped, grabbing my arm like she needed physical proof I was real. “Were you just making out with your stepbrother?!”

And me, walking into the pack house with the biggest secret of all, would be al shades of wrong to every party involved. “Mom, please,” I tried again, hoping she'd listen. “You’re overthinking this.” She looked at me with disbelief. “Overthinking? Your sister is about to bind her life to a man who isn't sure about her.” As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen table to steady myself. “She likes him,” I said. “And he's her mate. He wouldn't hurt her.” “That’s not enough,” she replied. “The mate bond is built. Not decided in one week of ceremonies and rituals.”

She wasn’t wrong about the moping because going home for the holidays had been more uncomfortable than usual now that my father had remarried and I was supposed to pretend like everything was normal in our newly blended family. Killian, my stepbrother who was seven years older than me and infinitely more confident in every possible way, had barely acknowledged my existence during the entire two weeks I had been home, which somehow made me feel even more lonely than I had before my father married his mother. I took a sip of the blue drink and immediately regretted it as the alcohol burned down my throat, but Sarah was already pulling me toward the dance floor where the crowd was pressed so cl

My voice came out quieter than I meant, the words catching on a breath that still felt too heavy. Amanda studied me for a beat, her gaze softening before she rose to her feet, slipping the strap of her purse over her shoulder. The hush between us felt loaded—questions neither of us wanted to ask right now. I tightened my grip on the fabric of my sleeve, forcing my legs to move. Just get through this. Face what’s waiting. Only the Moon Goddess knew what would happen to me now. Even Amanda couldn’t find out who my stepbrother really was—or that I lived in the pack house with him. As Alpha, he held power over everything… and everyone.