Love Times Four: My Stepbrothers Are My Mates?! นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hope he never tells mom I've been fucking my step brother in my free time. I can always lie that it was a one time mistake before I knew him and that it didn't even mean anything. That was an option. "Fine." Mom stared at him. "What pics?" My heart jumped. Marcus smirked. "Ask your daughter. She has been fucking stepbro over here." There goes my hope. I always had very rotten luck in these things. Mom's face went pale. "What?" I swallowed hard, shame burning my cheeks a deep Crimson. Victor's eyes narrowed on me and Damien.

Getting the hint she huffed and strutted away. Rubbing my eyes I asked them both if the brothers were hooking up with randoms at the school and Mini laughed. “They haven't shown interest in anyone since they returned from their mother’s across state. Rumor has it that they were both refused by who they thought was their mate after getting stood up by her,” Sloan said firmly and I looked at him and choked. There was no way in hell it was me that they thought was their mate and certainly not both of them, right?!

I was the homophobic stepbrother. “Fuck!” I groaned and slammed my phone on the bed, feeling very pissed off. My phone buzzed on the bed but I ignored it. Then it buzzed again, so I had no choice but to pick it up, and when I saw it was from Stephen, my heart stopped for a minute.

“What are you talking about?” “Be honest with me, Ivy. You like him, right?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I firmly denied. “It’s obvious,” he claimed. “You should see how you look at him, like he’s the centre of your world.” “He’s my friend, that’s all.” “Yeah? Then why can’t your friend know that I’m your mate?” “He’s your family, and we are step siblings. How will that make sense to him?” “It doesn’t have to. We were fated to each other, nobody should question that. Just admit it. You’re looking for excuses to get closer to him.”

Hey, this is my sister, she’s never held a job for more than six months. “He… kind of warned me not to…” I smirked. “That’s a shame.” “Well, I never explicitly agreed to honor his wishes.” Jackpot. He winced. “That’s gross, isn’t it? I promise, I’m not planning some weird, ‘ha ha, I banged your sister’ prank or something like that.” “I don’t think my brother would be friends with someone like that.” “I don’t either,” Matthew agreed. “We don’t let assholes into our group.”

I wasn’t stepping on anyone’s toes. “Oh… okay,” I said. “But you’ve never shown me what he looks like,” I added. “I don’t even know his face. You should let him come home. I mean, it’s weird. I’m going to be his stepmom soon.” He sighed, then said, “Williams hasn’t been home in ten years… but he’ll be here tomorrow.” I dropped my glass in shock, the water splashing on my dress. "You’re joking," I said, grabbing a napkin.

I swallowed and looked away. She stepped closer. “Oh wait, no one ever does.” Her friends laughed, and I hated that my stomach twisted with shame instead of anger. Say something. Just say something. But the words stayed locked behind my tongue. Loveth leaned in, her voice low. “You think walking around with Lucien makes you someone now? That he actually likes you?” I stared at the floor. “Poor little Novah,” Misha cooed. “Still thinking attention means affection.” “She thinks she’s got secrets,” Loveth said, straightening up. “But everyone knows. About your crush on Ashton. About how he’s your stepbrother now.”

He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters. I couldn't help but laugh all of a sudden, although I suddenly felt strange because he opened up about his feelings. The way Eun-woo looks at me... I don't know if... "How I wished we're not step-siblings," he clearly said. Super clear. "You're so bad," I told him as I pouted. We stared at each other before he eventually left his pissed-off expression and gently pulled me towards him again. His lips are magnetizing mine and I cannot avoid it.

Deep, rolling thrusts while he looked at me. "I love you too," I whispered against his mouth. "Even if it’s messed up. Stepbrother. All of it." He groaned and picked up speed. "Say it again." "I love you." My nails dug into his back. Legs wrapped tight around him. "My stepbrother. My everything."

"Mom says... said... I was a late bloomer. But I know the truth. I'm just defective." "You are my Mate." The word hung between us like a physical thing. My heart stopped. "What?" I breathed, sure I'd heard him wrong. Rolex's eyes were intense, searching mine. "You're my mate," he said softly. "Don't you feel it?" The world tilted on its axis. Mate? How could I be his mate? He was my stepbrother. He hated me. He—