Marked By My Stepbrother 소설 & 이야기

“You think the Moon Goddess cares about your childish rejection? I’ve marked you. That makes you mine.” “You’re my stepfather,” I whispered, barely able to say it aloud. He paused for a heartbeat. Just one. Then smiled like I had said something amusing. “And you think that changes anything?” He took a slow step forward, then another, until the air between us seemed too heavy to breathe. “Blood doesn’t make a mate. The mark does. And you, Aria… you’re wearing mine.” My heart hammered violently in my chest. “Please don’t,” I whispered.

Some boys called me a witch and I was cursed by God, so it would explain the mark. They threw dirt at me and also called me names till I went to my dad. Since that time I have avoided showing my marks. “Uncle Jerry, it's okay. I'm honestly a lot better now, what about you? How are you?” I noticed he was wearing a simple black ring on his left finger. I gasped and took his hand to look at the ring. “Uncle Jerry, you're married.” I practically screamed, several people turned around to look at me but I honestly didn't care. My favorite uncle is finally off the market.

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?

The scent of sweat and cum. It was everywhere. I wasn't just sore; I had been marked. Marked by my stepbrother and his best friends. I stumbled out of bed, my legs feeling like unbaked dough, and made my way to the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror and nearly gasped.

I should be able to trust him with every piece of information. I looked up at Clint, and he looked at me expectantly. "When he was about thirteen, and I was five, my stepbrother...he fought with a boy in the street over a girl in his class. He stabbed the boy in the palm and fled. I was there. I had seen everything. " I said, my voice quacking. Clint's face went pale, and he froze. I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I spoke.

I had known that Lady Bingum was not good news. I had also noticed that seven months after the death of my mother, I was told that I had a stepbrother. The first thing I had noted when I saw the little one was that he did not have the birthmark behind his ear that was peculiar to all those born of the Orion lineage. I had voiced this then and I had been smacked for it.

I can't wait to send him off to his Maker. As I stepped into the room, the air on my neck rose. Something was out of place. It wasn't hard to find what was amiss. My stepbrother laid sprawled on the floor with his throat sliced like a fish’s gill! Looks like she didn't allow herself to be backed to a corner after all. Marcus was too big for her. I'd love to know how she wrestled him to death. I immediately called my side aides to grab the fleeing Miss Distraction. The urge to punch something was so high. She ruined my freaking send-off party!

I almost forgot the reason why I couldn't be with him. “He is my step brother. My mother married his father. We can never be together. No matter if he is actually my mate or if I am marked by him. It's just wrong.” I scolded myself while my eyes couldn't stop staring at him. I was breathing heavily as he leaned closer. He started trailing wet kisses all over my face. As if he knew what could make me weak.

You see, one thing I mastered after being my father's daughter is that tears don't look demure on a beautiful face like me. I have seen and been through so much to cry over an asshole who thinks I am not enough. If Ryan needed that satisfaction when he announced our breakup,then he will have to wait for his next target. “ You look like a mess.” A deep familiar voice sounded from across the room. My eyes scanned the area until they landed on him. Zander fucking Johnston, my stepbrother. A groan left my lips involuntarily. “ What the hell are you doing here? This is my house.” I snarled, a scorching glare fixed on his face.