Marked By My Stepbrother Mga Nobela at Kwento

Both the brothers were staring at him. Their looks were burning holes through my body and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me, I want to use the.....”, “We are done with eating, you going to use the one at home”, My mouth dropped open when I turned to the one who cut me off in mid sentence. ALEXANDER! I glared at him with anger fuelling in my body. “There is a washroom at our home, STEP SISTER” , He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

But then he suddenly asked me about Dante. I bit my lip feeling immediately guilty that I hadn't called him as I usually did even if to say hello. “I can't believe he is your brother. I'm a huge fan, I've seen him at his game, and boy, he is good!” I chuckled nervously but more because he had referred to Dante as my brother instead of step brother. “He’s actually my stepbrother.” “Oh… Are you two very close? because I haven't seen you together before." I shrugged, feeling a mix of emotions. "Honestly, Mark, I don't really know anymore. His tournament is coming up, and he's been really busy. We barely talk much anymore."

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

This just made it two times harder to hide whatever past I had with my stepbrother. After what felt like forever, I finally got home and staggered to my room. I sat myself at the edge of the bed trying to calm myself down, but nothing was working. My fingers were still shaking. My heart was still racing. I stared at my reflection against the mirror, and it was the palest I'd ever seen myself. I was going through something that occurred only when my body was fighting something my wolf wanted. If it was left to her, she would've allowed Cassian mark her there and then, not caring that everyone would ridicule and criticize me for falling in love with my stepbrother.

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

“From Markie. She can’t make it but she sent these to my place.” I took the bag from her and peered inside. I gasped at the dildo and the handcuffs inside. I giggled, I trust Markie to be very kinky. It had a note that says...Fuck your stepbrother. Enjoy. Speaking of my brother, I looked at him and his eyes were already on me. I walked towards him, our gaze connecting still and sat beside him. Rocco sniffed my hand and rested his head on my lap. I gave him my bag and he opened it, taking out the shirt first.

It was driving me crazy knowing my step brother was with my wife, my mate. It wasn't helping because I didn't like the way he looked at her. There was something about that look that scared me, made me want to lock Ciara in a box and never bring her out. Keep her there for only my eyes to see. In any case I could simply publicly acknowledge her as my mate and mark her officially. Once she had my mark, it would be impossible for her to be marked by another man. A satisfied grin made its way to my face at the thought and I programmed it in my head to mark Ciara as soon as I got back.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

The thought of treating him like a sibling was never in the cards. “Let’s see how long the marriage lasts first.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think. The look on my mother's face makes me instantly regret them—me and my big mouth that lacks a suitable filter. I sigh. At least I didn’t let it slip that I want my stepbrother to bend me over the counter and fuck me mercilessly.