Mated To My Obsessive Step-brother Novels & Stories

Amelia's POV The day I mated with my mate, the love of my life; I found out that he is my step-brother. All the dreams we saw together and all the plans we had for our future shattered into a thousand pieces. A year ago I wish I could say that my life was good, but it is not.

Which means Whatever I've been trying to convince myself about - that I'm just annoyed by him, that he's just an inconvenience, that my reactions are normal stepbrother rivalry - it's all complete bullshit. I'm attracted to my stepbrother. Not just physically, though that's definitely a major part of it. But I'm attracted to everything about him - his determination on the ice, his fierce loyalty to his mom, the way he refuses to back down even when I'm being a complete asshole to him. Everything. And that's a problem I have absolutely no idea how to solve.

I couldn't stand to watch another second of this. I picked up my heavy bag and flung it off my shoulders. I turned around and aggressively pushed through the heavy glass doors of the cafe. I just kept walking as fast as my kitten heels could take me. I didn't even know where the hell I was going. I just felt so completely overwhelmed. 'What is wrong with me?' I thought, tears pricking my eyes. 'I cannot be in love with my stepbrother while fucking his dad. That is just sick!' "Kitty," I heard Hudson's voice calling out from behind me. "Kitty! Kitty, wait up!"

“I’ve been through messier living situations. Remember when I got stuck in London for that embassy project and roomed with a Beta who played death metal in the shower?” “Right,” I said. “That’s definitely the same as living with your brother’s ex-wife.” “I wasn’t complaining,” he said. “Yet.” He glanced at me then. “Why’d you stay with him so long?” I hesitated. “You ever have a dream that turns out to be a cage? And by the time you realize it, you’ve already locked yourself inside?” His gaze softened. “Yeah.” I leaned back, folding my arms. “I thought if I was perfect, he’d… thaw.”

he murmured, “it doesn’t feel wrong.” I swallowed back a moan that threatened to escape my mouth. My mind spun in circles. He was my stepbrother now. The world would never forgive us if, if we ever crossed that line again. And yet, the ache between us was real. Tangible. A fire that neither time nor rules could extinguish. He glanced towards the kitchen, then back at me. “Go to your room and get settled in,” he said finally. I nodded, my hands shaking, not trusting my voice. I fled upstairs, my suitcase bouncing against my hip as I barely noticed the polished steps beneath my feet.

“You’ve impregnated a mafia king’s sister, and now we’re entangled in their dirty world. If they decide to come after us, do you think your half-baked apologies will protect this family?” “I didn’t impregnate her,” I said quietly, but my voice didn’t carry. “You’ll marry her,” he said flatly. “You’ve ruined her name. You fix it. End of discussion.” I didn’t argue. What was the point? The rest of dinner passed in icy silence, the tension so thick I could choke on it. ... I was asleep—finally. Lost in dreams I couldn’t remember. Until I wasn’t. Something woke me. No sound. No movement. Just... the heavy, suffocating sense of being watched.

This was utterly fucked up. That dangerous, stubborn little stepsister of mine—despite every single boundary I had tried to set, despite the distance I had tried to keep in that apartment—had somehow managed to crawl straight into my fucking head in the worst, most toxic way possible. She was doing something to me. My control was slipping, completely fracturing down to the raw stone, and the terrifying truth settled deep into my gut: I was slowly becoming obsessed with my own stepsister. I was fucking playing right into Mirabelle's card... Fuck!

I could not stand seeing another woman close to my brother. Call me a birch but I don't care. My brother is only mine. I don't know why I was feeling all too possessive with Damian. Could it be because I have this stupid secret crush on him that others don't Know? Maybe that's the source of all the pain. Stepping inside my room, I slammed the door behind me and slumped on my bed, tears kissing my cheeks. My mind flew back to the words my mom said earlier. Tomorrow is a special day, the day I finally get to meet my wolf but alongside that comes a big turning point for every werewolf since it's the day we get to identify our mates.

Silence. Then I whispered, “I crushed on Ashton for two years. Two damn years! And now I find out he’s my stepbrother. My father humiliated me in front of his girlfriend and her son. Threw my dead mother in my face. Jason... I can’t do this anymore.” I could hear him breathing, and could almost feel the tension stretch across the line. “It’s better this way, Novah,” he finally said, gently. “I mean... Come on, it’s good news, don’t you think? Now that he’s your step brother, you can finally get over him.”

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.