Love Times Four: My Stepbrothers Are My Mates?! Romane & Geschichten

“If you do mate with someone else, and it is not someone that you want, my brothers and I will protect you. You will never belong to anyone that you do not wish to belong to. Do you understand?” “I do,” I say with a sigh and snuggle closer to him. Softly, I add, “Thank you.” Steven loves me, and I’m fairly certain that I love him too. But I don’t know what to do. Would Steven claim me if I ask him to? But then what would happen between me and his brothers? If I love any of them, I love all of them, because my feelings run deep for all four. It’s certainly not an ideal situation. It’s not conventional.

“Why do there appear to be four of him?” “Father,” I began carefully, trying to steady my breath. “These are Kavian’s brothers. They’re… quadruplets.” Gasps rippled among the growing crowd. More pack members had gathered, whispering and pointing, unable to look away. Aunt Vivian appeared next, her sharp eyes widening in astonishment as she took in the sight of the brothers—each a mirror image of the other, yet somehow distinct in aura and presence. My throat tightened. The words I needed to say—they’re my mates—hovered at the edge of my tongue but refused to leave. My palms were slick with sweat, and I could feel my heart pounding hard enough to echo in my ears.

"And we do this right. No hiding. No parents deciding for us. Just you and me figuring out the rest. If you still want that." "I never stopped wanting it." We kissed again and naturally folded into each other. The stars came out one by one, witnessing a full cycle of young love, secret yearning, and finally back together after so much hardship. Suddenly the wait didn't feel so long anymore. I never had to follow him to the ends of the earth. He came back for me, no longer my stepbrother but he was still it for me. THE END.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

“But we aren’t family, baby. Not really. Not in the way they think. We are everything to each other. And I don’t care what they think. I’ll play the part if I have to. I’ll act like your step-brother in front of them. But the second we are alone… you are mine. And I will touch you, hold you, love you exactly how I want. Exactly how you need it.” He pulled me close, wrapping his arms tight around me, burying his face in my hair, breathing me in deep. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze fierce and loving and sure. “Let them doubt. Let them wonder. Let them think whatever they want. At the end of the day, I go to your bed. You sleep in my arms. You wake up filled with my l

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

I’m sitting in my bed typing a paper, but my legs keep bouncing up and down from anxiety. Knowing the truth isn’t a possibility, I just shrug. “Winter break was kinda shitty.” “Didn’t you go to Hawaii for a week?” She asks, tilting her head. “That was the only part that wasn’t shitty. It was just…family shit. I still haven’t been able to wrap my mind around it.” Olivia closes her book. “Do you want to talk about it?” How the hell do I tell her the man I love is my stepbrother, his adoptive father who’s married to my mother abuses him, and that I was literally kidnapped and could have seriously died?

Isaac said, “Whatever the case, bro, isn’t it about time you do the right thing and, you know, grab the bull by the horns?” Aiden swallowed hard at the suggestion. He asked, “But Haru and I, we’re brothers.” “Stepbrothers,” Isaac said. “Yeah, people will think it’s shit, but you love Haru, don’t you?” Aiden nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I love him.” Mason said, “So, you’re gay, and you love your younger stepbrother, what’s the big deal?” What’s the big deal, eh? Yeah, exactly what was the big deal? He was in love with Haru, and he wanted Haru. There was nothing more important than cherishing that boy in his life.

I asked mom with a raised eyebrow and she shrugged nonchalantly. “Well,it has been a while since the last time I saw you that happy.”She shrugged. “I thought maybe… you had fallen in love again.Now tell me,who is the lucky man that is making my daughter this happy?''I choked at my mother's words and she gave me a doubtful look. I know she could tell that there was something going on in my life that made me happy but…she couldn't figure it out and that is why she was pestering me. How was I supposed to tell my mother the damn truth?That my Stepbrother is the one who was making me smile this much?How was I supposed to explain to her that I'm in love with my Stepbrother?

“My brother is my mate and girl, can I just say, I am a very lucky she-wolf.” “Eww, that is my cousin,” I laugh. “I’m so happy for you guys. When will you tell Aunt Stevee and Uncle Victor?” “Matthew is having that awkward convo right now. I’m in our room, weird to say our room, but here it is. We have had sex so many times today, I can barely walk,” she sighs. “I’ve changed the sheets, but I suspect we aren't done yet. If you don’t see us when you get here, forgive us we love fucking each other. I love fucking my brother! Oh, sweet goddess, I can’t believe it!”