Mated To My Obsessive Step-brother Novels & Stories

“Take one more step, Stephan, and I’ll tear your throat out.” The words stunned me. Not just because he dared to say them, but because he meant them. I stopped, chest heaving, staring at my brother standing there with his cock still half-hard from being inside the woman the goddess tied to me. My mate. My fucking mate. “You…” I pointed a trembling hand at Brooks, my voice shattering with fury. “You’re fucking him too? When you’re mated to me?” Brooks didn’t cower. Her jaw clenched, her voice trembling but steady.

Lucius asked, arms crossed, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity I would have welcomed anytime if he wasn’t asking me about another guy. “Oh, um, it’s kind of weird but It’s Adrian actually,” I admit, hating myself for having to admit my own step-brother is my mate. “Adrian?” Lucius asked, surprised. Clearly he didn’t see that coming either. “Yeah, and I am so against it,” I admitted, I can’t help but just spill everything because for the first time in days I have someone I can talk to about this mess. “I don’t want to be mates with him, he’s my step brother for god sakes,” I said, letting everything out, “I just wanted us all to get along and, you know, be a family.”

Nina's POV I'm in love with my step-brother. Yeah.. Talon Creed. My father's son, which the same blood flow through us. I know this might sound crazy and you can judge me all you want but I don't fucking care. I have lost every iota of shame I might have. I am sexually, erotically and lustfully insane, and it's him—Talon—that is driving me crazy. Yeah… maybe not exactly in love with him, I'm obsessed with him. His beautiful features. His captivating and powerful scent.

ZADE’S POV I returned to my Pack with mixed feelings. When I had decided to go meet my step-brother for help, I had known that there was a very high possibility that he wasn't going to help me but I just had to give it a shot for the sake of my Pack. What I had not been expecting, was to see my mate there. And the worst of all was that she was already married to that monster. I banged my desk hard in anger just as my Beta came in. He looked somewhat pissed that I hadn't allowed him to accompany me to my step-brother’s Pack but I didn't care at that moment.

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

And why, oh God, why did it feel like the only person who mattered right now was him? I had been in a relationship with Nick, my ex boyfriend for almost a year, and I never, even once felt anything like this before. I sank to the floor of the hallway, pressing my back to the wall, and let out a shaky laugh that was half disbelief, half fear. Andre Wolfe. My stepbrother. My forbidden obsession. And yet, here I was, thinking, thinking things about him that I have never thought about anyone else before. I needed him out of my head. I needed something familiar. Someone who made sense. Someone who wasn’t my stepbrother.

I mumbled. "Yeah, you should be sorry." Stephen paused to eye me in utter disdain. My goodness, I would not be surprised if he actually hated me. "And for the record, people can actually own similar guns." He continued. "Well what a coincidence that my brother in law happened to own the same gun that killed my late husband. My bad for being so paranoid." I said sarcastically. Stephen scoffed at me. "Brother in law?" He choked out a hysteric laughter. "I am your husband Varda, I think you need to let that fact get into your head." He said through gritted teeth.

What a sweet temptation. And now, mother had just made things more complicated with this marriage. Probably the first man I’ve come to hate to love, and love to hate, the first man that has stirred my sinful desires in years, was now going to be my stepbrother. I almost chuckled at the sound of it. It didn’t sound right. I could imagine myself talking about him and telling people he’s my stepbrother. The same man I used to talk about with so much spite and resentment in my voice. The same man who gave me the best night of my life just some days ago. That man, Dame Casian, was now going to be my stepbrother. “Ha!” I chuckled loudly. “Unbelievable.”

“You don’t ask how I’m doing unless it's a polite conversation at the table with other family. It's supposed to be our honeymoon but you're so busy all day. With everything but your wife. I sat in a bathtub fully dressed and crying tonight because this house makes me feel like I don’t belong, and the only person who noticed was the greedy brother of yours. Damon. So thank him for me and see him from the good side. He's not your enemy Adrian. He's your Broth—.” “STEPBROTHER!” Adrian’s expression shifted, something like guilt flashing through before he locked it down again. “I don't want him to have any sort of connection, friendship or even familiarity with my wife. You're mine. And he should

Theo Valenwood Montclair. That was all it took. I paused at the door and allowed a small smirk to form on my lips despite everything. “So cute,” I muttered under my breath. Yet deep inside, I knew nothing about this situation was simple. She was my step sister. My blood. And still, my heart refused to let her go. That was the real danger.