Marked By My Stepbrother 소설 & 이야기

I muttered to no one, the words sounding as empty as I felt. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that my stepbrother would turn out to be my... mate—ugh, that word—I would’ve laughed so hard I’d probably choke. What kind of lunatic crap even is that? But here I was, not laughing, because apparently, my life decided to become a full-blown supernatural soap opera. And the weirdest part?

Hell no, you have got to be kidding me. .“Alright, uhmm, I need some air,” I murmured, stepping away before anyone could stop me. This has to be some kind of sick joke… I can't be his mate. Is that even possible? Mated to My Alpha stepbrother I couldn't right now… this was a nightmare turned reality, and this Alpha was driving me to my grave.

"Because then I get to have a genuinely good time breaking you apart, and I get to use you as the link that pulls him all the way in. Two birds, one stone." "You're sick," I said. "We're all sick in this story, sunshine." He said it so casually it almost sounded reasonable. "You fuck your brother—" "He is my stepbrother," I snapped, and I felt the rawness of it leave my mouth before I could stop it, the desperation to make him understand even when some part of me already knew it didn't matter to him. "He is my stepbrother and he is my mate. The bond is real. It is not what you are making it sound like."

"Oh, yes. Today I spoke to your mom, and she told me something about your step-brother." Stephen stiffened at the mention of his step-brother's name, pausing in his eating. Delilah continued, "She said he has a mark on his left shoulder. One day he was kidnapped by a rogue leader, and he marked him as his fellow before your father rescued him. Sounds weird. I mean, maybe if he is the one behind this, then we can use this to identify him." Stephen sighed, absorbing the information, and she resumed feeding him. As the clock struck midnight, they exchanged meaningful glances, both momentarily lost in each other's thoughts. Stephen, being the first to return to reality, looked at the plate she h

Please. 'Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?'

This was… The setting for a marking ceremony. In the center of it all, Mason and Olivia stood in formal black-and-gold ceremonial attire, smiling as they greeted their guests. No… My heart sank. “Mommy, look!” Lily exclaimed, pointing. “Daddy and Aunt Olivia are waiting for us!” I was about to stop her when Mason’s voice echoed through the hall: “Thank you all for attending to witness my marking ceremony with Olivia.” Marking ceremony?! I was paralyzed. This wasn’t a birthday banquet—it was the marking ritual of Mason and Olivia!

How could I be so stupid! My phone buzzed in that moment and it was from Damien. It was a picture of him naked in his bed, his bed which was empty. "She's gone, don't worry." It read and my heart seemed to recede back to it's normal position in my chest. I let out a deep sigh of relief. However, I still could not rest as I walked back to the bed and sat down, why would I be mated to my brother!?

She walked towards me and raised my right hand high, there was a mark there, I never thought anyone would recognize it. “My step-sister, Aria, has this exact mark in this exact spot, care to explain how you got this mark,” She smiled wickedly. The mark was obtained during the day my parents and sister died. My parents asked us to run for our lives and my sister wanted to help them, she asked me to stay but I refused and in anger, she stabbed me with it. Regardless, I ran away like a coward, behind the trees and watched them murder my family. I told everyone that it was the murderer who stabbed me because I was ashamed to tell them what really happened and how much of a coward I was.

I could tell by the way his shoulders stiffened whenever someone looked at him, or how he scanned the crowd like he was trying to read every face. Between classes, he leaned close and whispered, “It could’ve been anyone that night. Anyone who left early, or anyone sober enough to drive.” I swallowed hard. “What if they tell?” His jaw flexed. “Then we’re screwed.” --- That night, while I was trying to convince myself I was just being paranoid, my phone buzzed. One new message. From a number I didn’t recognize. When I opened it, my stomach dropped. "You’re fucking your step-brother".