Mated To My Stepbrother And His Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When my mom remarried and I got a new stepbrother, I thought I would hate him but instead he became my best friend and everything I ever wanted. But things started going the wrong way when I walked in on him, watching gay p**n and jerking off. My brother was gay? And worse, my cock jerked at the sight of him. ******

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

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.

Aldrich Timbers I saw how mum dropped her orange juice on the glass table whilst staring at me with a shock look on her face. “You're doing what!” Mum yelled at me and I gulped nothing. Why was she being paranoid now? “You heard me right mum, Chelsea and I are going to be getting married” I said. “In few weeks” I added, gulping the whole of juice down my throat. “Don't you find that humiliating! You are getting married to your step sister, Aldrich!” Mum yelled at me and I scoffed, trying hard to control my anger.

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.

, Lucien remained slightly behind them, his typically composed look abolutely shattered as he looked at me in disbelief. Mate. The word resonated in my mind three separate times, with an unheard violent force snapping the bond into place that nearly took me to the brink of unconsciousness. Kael turned around in disbelief his eyes on his three stepbrothers, understanding exactly what the sudden change in the room indicated. “What are you three doing here? You are not allowed to come into the ceremonial hall tonight.”

No, it was not my brain doing tricks on me. My mother, standing at the foot of the stairs, introduced him as my stepbrother. I felt faint. How could my mate, who I had slept with, be my stepbrother?

From my mum divorcing my dad when I was twelve to getting married all over when I was thirteen only to have him die few years later, leaving me with a stepbrother the same age as me and an even more emotionally unavailable mother- it all happened so quickly I became immune to my life taking a dramatic turn. So immune to it, my mother’s sudden announcement of a new boyfriend and a wedding to him in a week’s time didn’t even faze me. But apparently, not immune enough to not be surprised the second I laid my eyes on my new stepbrother to be and immediately realize he was the man mated to me.

I stood near the edge of the family section in a soft grey dress that felt too formal for how hollow my chest had become, and watched my mother walk toward the altar on the arm of a man I still barely knew. Richard waited for her with the same composed expression he wore at every dinner. My mother’s smile was perfect and distant. I searched their faces for something real some spark, some private warmth and found almost nothing. They looked like two people completing a transaction. The realization sat cold in my stomach. What was pushing her into this? Money? Security? Something else she had never told me? The questions circled while the officiant began to speak, and none of them had answers.

Six months since she'd looked at me and said, "This is Julian. He's going to be your new father." Not stepfather. Father. Like I was supposed to forget the man who'd actually raised me. But I hadn't thought about my real dad in weeks. Instead, I thought about him. Julian. His hands. The way he'd brush past me in the hallway and leave heat on my skin like a brand. And I thought about Oliver. His son. My new stepbrother. The one who'd looked at me at the wedding reception like he wanted to devour me whole. The car disappeared over the hill. I was alone.