My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

The hot liquid warmed my throat as it trickled down. “It's customary to take along a gift for your mate. What are you going to give her?” she asked, drumming her sharp nails on my lacquered table. “It's a surprise. She will show you herself when we return,” I smirked, I knew my stepmother hated surprises. The incredulous look she gave me revealed she didn't agree with my decision. “It should be a gift of an Alpha’s calibre. I hope you have chosen well.” “Have faith in your son,” I slowly sipped on my coffee and watched her from the rim of my mug.

"Don't behave like that from now on. I don't want Stephanie to get caught up in her feelings. I'm afraid our work will suffer." "So you're not interested in her? Seriously? She's a prima donna, right?" Stefan shook his head slowly. He looked at Theo on his left. "I'm not interested in her." "Then what about that special gift?" "Well, it was a gift because it was his birthday. Consider it a bonus after completing the project yesterday." Theo smiled with satisfaction. Then he took off his glasses. "I'm sorry if I went overboard, Stefan. I just wanted to express my happiness. And, it's my fault, too, that you're the butt of the jokes."

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

“Dave wouldn’t even think of staying longer once my mom starts asking about marriage and having a stepdaughter like me. All the men she brings home are the same.” She shrugged. “Lucky me, the first boyfriend I have is a real man. Have I ever told you he bought a condo unit with our names on it for our second anniversary? So in return, I gifted him a brand-new car.” I was stunned. “Oh wow! Really?” It must be amazing to be the child of wealthy families…

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

On the contrary, I understand his point. If everyone could go around talking about royal matters openly, wouldn't that expose the royals? Thaddeus walks us around the castle, explaining and answering the numerous questions we throw his way. Before we know it, dawn approaches and Damian and I prepare to leave. “ I hope the next time we see each other, you two will have mated. That way, I can finally give you the gift I have been saving you for your mating." " A gift? Care to tell me what kind of gift it is?” I ask, suddenly excited.

“Thank God. I would’ve burned everything down otherwise.” I laugh, slow and tired and real, and let Cole guide me further inside. He looks proud of Steph, of the house, of me. Of all of it. His parents are already here, his mother perched gracefully on the sofa, his father standing nearby, glass of sparkling water in hand. “This is lovely,” his mother says warmly, pulling me into a careful hug. “Steph has outdone herself.” Steph places a hand over her heart. “Validation received.” Sawyer arrives next, with Jasmin in tow. Jasmin is sixteen and unapologetically herself, arms crossed, expression permanently unimpressed by everything except the people she actually likes. She makes a face the mom

"Camila, wake up Camila, Father sold you to pay his gambling debts Camila. You need to get away." Camila thought she had heard those words wrong. Besides her little brother's voice was barely beyond a whisper and it was late that night. Such an ungodly hour for a 9 year old to be such a pest to her beauty sleep.

I said, huffing, and walked inside. The pile of documents on my desk stayed untouched as I kept thinking about what happened earlier. Not a good thing. I shook my head. Williams was going to be my stepson. I shouldn’t still have feelings for the man I was supposed to be a “mother figure” to. Why did that make me laugh? He was six years older. Calling him my stepson sounded ridiculous, but as funny as it was, it was true. I’d have to accept it someday, and so would he.

He snapped. "You need to stop whatever it is that is on your mind" I warned. "He is your late brother's step-son, but he still refused to call you Uncle because he thinks I don't know..." I smirked, feeling deeply sad. “Anyways, you made a mistake by chasing him out. The only option he has now is to announce to the world that he is the son of the dead James West. I did not even lift a finger and things are going very well, but guess what? I will support him until he takes his rights. It's better to have him in that position than a woman who once worked at a bar.” A wicked smile spread across his face.