Mated To Brothers Novels & Stories

As we walked away to a quieter part of the club, Lucas looked at me and said, “That guy… he's your brother?” I hesitated . “Stepbrother.” He nodded. “He didn’t look happy.” Zane laughed. “He never looks happy.” I was quiet. My mind was all over the place. “You sure you are okay?” he asked me again. “Yeah,” I said quietly this time. “I’m fine.” But I wasn't. Because I had just walked away from my mate with another man. And it hurt more than I ever thought it

The words hung in the air, thick with tension, as I bared my deepest insecurity to him. His arms encircled me, creating a cocoon of his potent scent, as he positioned his palms on either side of my head, their touch grounding me in his presence. The sound of his laborious breaths mingled with the scrape of his nails against the glass, igniting a primal response within me. Unconsciously, I exposed the vulnerable expanse of my neck, an instinctual response of a female to her Alpha mate.

I tried to ignore the note of hurt in her voice and the sullen look on her face. "No they haven't, I imprinted." The words hurt her just as I knew they would. It's one thing for the elders to choose a lesser consort for me and another for my nature to actually imprint on someone. The side concubines can be left at will, my true mate will never leave my side. It's the truest form of mating amongst our kind.

If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be sharing an apartment with Jaxon Black—the younger brother of my emotionally distant ex-husband—I would’ve laughed and then probably cried. But now, as I stood in my kitchen in pajamas while both brothers faced off like rival Alphas in my living room, I wasn’t laughing. I was too busy wondering how fast I could pack up and flee the country. “You can’t be serious,” I said, glaring between them. “You two can’t even exist in the same ten-foot radius without puffing your chests. How am I supposed to live with either of you?”

And me, walking into the pack house with the biggest secret of all, would be al shades of wrong to every party involved. “Mom, please,” I tried again, hoping she'd listen. “You’re overthinking this.” She looked at me with disbelief. “Overthinking? Your sister is about to bind her life to a man who isn't sure about her.” As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen table to steady myself. “She likes him,” I said. “And he's her mate. He wouldn't hurt her.” “That’s not enough,” she replied. “The mate bond is built. Not decided in one week of ceremonies and rituals.”

“I said I am not going to mate with Charlotte, I'd rather die than be in a loveless relationship.” “I’d rather give up my birthright, my title—everything—than lose my mate for your power games.” He gripped my wrist, his touch warm, grounding me. “So to hell with that fucking title of ‘king.’ The Moon Goddess made us mates, and that’s all I need.” I gasped in shock; no, one day in this family, I have brought issues between parents and their children. “Enou-” “I will have your tongue cut! If you don't shut that mouth of yours!!”

“Gael, you seemed to be missing something about me and my brothers. Though we are brothers, it doesn't mean we have the same personality or characteristics. The only thing that binds us together is the fact that we are of the same blood and mated to the same person.” What was he saying? Mated? I have to put this into consideration. I need to find out what this all means. Now that he said something odd, I'm reminded of what Greg told me earlier at the office.

"It could have been luck." "No." Kael's eyes twinkled with cruel delight. "Not a coincidence. Connection." His steps were as unhindered as those of a hunting cat as he started to walk. The rot within him seemed to pulsate with delight at the fresh knowledge. Quietly, Kael declared, "a bond of mates." "My sister dear has found a mate." Garrett squinted. "Is this important, my lord?"

“I’m still so shocked at the turn of events. I just wish it was a dream and I could wake up from it.” With those words, he stood up and left, leaving me alone in the living room. My brother is hurt. I see it in his eyes. I never wanted this to happen. I know we haven’t been the best brother duo, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. The Moon Goddess decides who we’re mated to, and she has her reasons for pairing me with Macy. I have a feeling we have a destiny to fulfill. I sat there for a while, before Dad walked in with the head warrior of the pack beside him.

Like a fact she’d repeated enough times in her head that it no longer hurt to say out loud. I turned to her fully this time. “What?” She didn’t look at me, her simply fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her jeans. “You and I. It’s not possible,” she went on. “We cannot be each other’s mates. We’re stepsiblings. It’s just wrong. Whatever tension we both felt- it must be wrong.” For a second, my brain stalled. Mates. Stepsiblings. Wrong. The words echoed louder than it should have. “Is that why you cried for an hour?”