Marked By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“Don’t.” His hand lingered in the air between us, fingers curling like he could still feel my skin. “You still wear the mark,” he murmured. “I can smell it on you. Mine.” The words should have terrified me. Instead they sent a dark, aching thrill straight to my core. I forced steel into my voice. “I’m here for the funeral. Nothing more. Stay away from me, Kade. For both our sakes.” His lips curved into that dangerous half-smile again... the one that had always meant trouble. “Too late for that, little mate.”

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.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

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

Ian's mouth pulled into a smirk, "Don't be so selfish. Let's all take a photo like a big happy family. People are watching." I was already attracting attention from the guests, and the one thing I hated more than anything was being the center of attention. The question was, how did my stepbrother know that? I swallowed nervously. All I had to do was get today over with and then I'd never have to see him again until mum eventually divorced Charles Salvatore. Easy peasy. "Of course step brother dearest," wearing a face splitting smile, I stepped closer to him. He stared at me suspiciously, "What are you playing at?"

“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.

Beside her was Mark, my younger brother, his head bowed as he stared blankly at the floor. “Mama,”

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.