Marked By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

The man who had appeared right after her funeral and promised me a life of stability, one that I never even asked for. I forced myself to smile when though I wasn't in the mood for that. “Thanks... Dad.” The word sound strange on my tongue. Victor chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Damon’s waiting inside. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.” I seriously doubted that. From the few photos I’d seen, my new stepbrother looked like pure trouble. He was tall, dark, and seemed to have an attitude. The heavy front door opened before we even reached it.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

There, stitched into the middle, was a symbol I hadn’t seen in three years. A claw wrapped in flame. My brother’s mark. Rafe. He was alive.

he beckons to me, leaving me utterly astonished by the unexpected turn of events. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks—could this man be my stepbrother? The shock of being referred to as his sister reverberates through me, as I recall having no brother. As he withdraws from embracing my mother, he shares his sorrow, expressing his frustration over the sudden loss of his father. "I'm devastated that my father left us in this way. It's hard to pinpoint his killer as he had numerous enemies," he mourns softly. I flutter my eyelashes, mesmerized by the richness of his voice. A wave of forbidden thoughts crosses my mind—could it be wrong to feel a stir of attraction towards my stepbrother

“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.”

I liked being the one who chased. I shook my head at my reckless thought, trying not to like what was going on between Zach and I too much, afterall, he wasn't the only mate that was off limits for me. Alan was also off limits, because not only was he my stepbrother, he was also the brother of Freya who was now becoming a very close friend to me. Yes, he may reek of sexual tension and I always lost my tongue whenever he was near, but that didn’t mean i shouldnt stay away from him for the sake of my father and the pack in general.

And right now, the fact that my stepbrother is my mate is weighing heavily on me. I took a deep breath and began to open up to Dean. “I found my mate.” I said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the words left my lips. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who is she?” he asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but my mate is actually my stepbrother.” Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dean’s jaw dropped in shock.

Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you.” The brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse than dogs, clenching my jaw I felt an incredible buildup of anger toward this brother in particular. “I’ve marked her so she’s mine, I’ll kill her if she steps out of line,” Nodding once one of the other brother’s standing beside Groban thought it over, “You marked it, you keep it, just be careful,” He said sternly while patting him on the back. Nodding once Groban pulled me up onto my feet again as he started pulling me in the direction away from our camp and a

On the man’s wrist, a crack grew as he broke his bone. “Look, the only thing I know about them is that they have been watching you for a very long time, okay? They have eyes on you, on your girl; they know her, and soon enough they are coming for her, knowing that she is your weakness.” He trembled. “Whatever sick, twisted fantasies you have with your stepsister, you’re all going to go down from it. You bastards,” he growled. The brothers were quiet; they could take anything. They could take the insults, but one thing they wouldn’t take was talking about Sadie, and the mercenary saw that he had made a mistake.

she said. I laughed hard. The thought was almost ridiculous. I climbed out of the pool and settled onto one of the lounge chairs, reaching for my wine. “I’ve told you countless times,” I said, taking a sip. “Watching that boy grow up, I always knew he would be a disappointment. I mean, I know I’m not his mother, but sleeping with his stepmother’s husband? Can you imagine that?” Isabel climbed out, settling onto the chair beside mine. “That is really sad,” she said. “But you can’t put all the blame on him. According to what you told me, your husband marked him the night before he got married to you.”