Mated To My Obsessive Step-brother Novels & Stories

Just sitting quietly until you said what you needed to say. "He's my mate," I said. Dawson's eyes widened. "What?" "I figured it out at the party on Saturday. His scent. Everything. He's my mate." "Holy shit." Dawson leaned forward. "Does he know?" "I asked him that night but he was too drunk to remember. I don't think he has any idea." "And you're not planning to tell him?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I don't want a mate," I said. "Especially not him. He's my stepbrother. It's wrong. Complicated. And I can't stand him."

I said, "but I hope you won't think I'm weird after." "Don't be silly." "Alright." I ignored my thudding heart. If they hated me, I'd lose my new family and my friends, and that would kill me. "The thing is… I think I love Logan." I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the disgust on their faces. Nothing. I opened one eye. "And?" Jenny said. "What?" "We're waiting for the worst part." "Didn't you just hear what I said?" "Yeah?" "I said I'm in love with my stepbrother."

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.

Which was so annoying. But I couldn't help but ask myself. “Was he okay?” “Had he eaten?” “Was he sleeping at all?” I frowned at myself instantly. ‘What the hell was wrong with me?’ I tossed my phone aside aggressively, then slowly it dawned on me that I missed Matteo more than I wanted to admit. ‘You can't fall in love with your step-brother, Zara!!’ I muttered to myself.

It's a lie, right? I whimpered. Why is everything so messed up?! There is no way that was fabricated as it was done in one of the reputable hospital in the city. I gripped the edges of the table,sulking and being imploded with several intricate feelings. Oh,Lord! Daniel is my step brother! My fvcking step brother,I almost married my step brother!

Why would my step-brothers be my mate? I was still in my thoughts when they got to me. They gazed heavily at me, their eyes boring into my body with facial expressions I couldn't explain. Trust me, I was in a sizzling moment. I could feel my entire core burn with their sensation, and my wolf yearning out for theirs. It was a confusing state for us. No one could tell what had happened and why I was mated to all of them. For real, the moon goddess could be so funny at times. Why should I be mated to my step-brothers?

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 2: I Sneak Into My Stepbrother’s Room and Beg Him to Ruin Me I stand outside Kai’s door for what feels like forever, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. This is insane. He’s my stepbrother. The same boy whose house I grew up in before they shipped me away. We share parents now — technically. This is sick. Forbidden. The kind of thing that destroys families.

I had betrayed my brother and cheated on my wife. But in that moment, I pushed all those thoughts aside. Amelia was like a drug, her young, tight pussy was like a drug and I was already fucking addicted. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Step-Taboo: AMANDA'S POV: I slouched in my seat, staring at my mom as she stood at the altar, smiling happily next to Alexander, her new husband, my stepdad. Ugh. My stepdad.

“Now you barely look at each other. It’s weird.” I set my pen down. “Roxy and I are step-siblings, not conjoined twins,” I let out. “The fact that we don’t bicker the way we used to doesn’t mean there’s any bad blood between us.” “Didn’t say there was.” He held up both hands. “I’m just saying, two people don’t go from bickering over coffee to full radio silence over nothing.” “Some things aren’t your business.” “Probably not.” He didn’t move to leave. “Doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed you scowl every time someone says her name at dinner. Did something happen?”