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

“What are you doing here?” “That does not answer my question, Mom. Were you lying to me all this year? Why?” Tears welled up in my eyes unexpectedly. I was actually trying to be more in control of my emotions, but I couldn’t control it anymore because I felt betrayed and lied to. She should have confided in me and told me the truth when I grew older. At this point I didn’t need her to spell it out anymore because it was written in her expression and her reaction that everything that I asked her is true. He is really my dad, which makes Shayla my stepsister. Never in this world did I ever imagine I had a stepsister somewhere, and not just anyone but my worst enemy.

Oakley POV I had sat beside my mates listening to the Luna and Beta Mate explain and honestly, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. Not only was I having to contend with my own feelings, but that of my mates also. These men were their fathers, and they just found out that they should have been siblings. They weren't... thank the Goddess, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to mate as a quad. They would be blood related, and the Goddess doesn't play incestuous games like that.

I can smell my excitement, fear and most especially the embarrassment hidden after five years of yearning his touch. "How I hate seeing you that it hurts the core of my whole being Rhett." My fist clenched as he smiled like it's his first day in kindergarten. Those dimples. How I hate those pretty dimples that only disguised his evilness to an innocent and charming face. "Do you really hate me or do you hate the fact that your silly ex lover aka your step brother will marry in two weeks?" His look was so intense that in mere seconds my knees would turn into jello.

If he was my stepfather, then that meant. A wave of dread washed over me as I realized the implications. The sound of footsteps approaching brought me out of my reverie. My mom's eyes lit up with excitement. "They're here, just in time!" she exclaimed, excitement on her face as she turned to me. "Ari, it's time to meet your new step brothers." I spun around immediately and my heart sank as I spotted them. They hadn't changed much, their identical forms coming into view. Zayn and Zachary. The twin sons of Alpha Jason. My new step brothers.

she muttered mostly to herself, tugging her hair like she was going crazy. I bit back a laughter at her dramatic reaction. “And….” I drawled out. "And?" she pressed. "My mate," I added. My mother's face contorted in confusion. "Mate?" she repeated. I nodded. "It means we're meant to be together," I explained. "Bound by something deeper than love," I added. My mother's gaze dropped, her mind reeling. "This is too much," she whispered. I squeezed her hand. "I know," I said.

I could hear things but my tongue was like it was stung by a bee and my heart… my heart was thrown under the bulldozer, after cutting it mercilessly into thousands of millions of pieces by my mate, AKA Alpha Romeo, AKA my stepfather. “Mom, you married this man?” It was more like I told myself than asking her. My voice hardened around the words. I was desperate to spat at her face that he was my fucking mate but I couldn’t. I wanted to rip the world apart, but the world was not mine to destroy. I was feeling stupid and hateful and alive. More alive than I’ve ever felt. Because I wanted to kill Romeo. Romeo made everything fade into the background the first moment I saw him, and while I was bu

he whispers. Yes, they are. Three beautiful girls. Three tiny lives are placed in our arms. Three hearts beating strong. Three miracles born from love. As I look at them—our family—I finally understand something my mother once told me. Love doesn’t follow rules. It creates its own. And ours is perfect. I turn to look at the men in the room with me with so much love in my eyes. My three dangerous, beautiful, broken stepbrothers. My triplets. My lovers.

“Also, Hunter, Killian, and Preston’s.” Sasha’s eyes widen. “Shit! Girl, you are kidding me! You are mated to all four brothers? What the actual fuck? like, What is the probability of this being real?” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, its real alright? My reality at least.” “You’re lucky as hell, Loraine.” I frown, about to ask her what’s lucky about being sandwiched between four brothers and have them fight over me like I’m some property they own, but unfortunately, the car stops and we have to get out.

Just sitting quietly until you said what you needed to say. "He's my mate," I said. Dawson's eyes widened. "What?" "I figured it out at the party on Saturday. His scent. Everything. He's my mate." "Holy shit." Dawson leaned forward. "Does he know?" "I asked him that night but he was too drunk to remember. I don't think he has any idea." "And you're not planning to tell him?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I don't want a mate," I said. "Especially not him. He's my stepbrother. It's wrong. Complicated. And I can't stand him."

Sebastian finally agreed to it, so I will bring it up to them after the party. Lizzy and Emily walk in and hug me tightly. They are seventeen now and haven’t found their mates yet. As I am hugging my younger sisters, their bodies stiffen, and I know exactly what is about to happen. Emily said it first, “Mate!” Then, Lizzy said it, “Mate!” They immediately walked up to Ryan and Robert, Sebastian’s younger brothers. Robert pulled Lizzie closer to him while Ryan pulled Emily closer to him. Both boys looked into the eyes of my sisters as they sighed, “Mate” and the girls put their hands on their mate’s cheek, “Mine.”