My Possessive Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Had he changed this drastically because of his obsession with me, or had he always been this person underneath a carefully constructed mask? "Don't beat yourself up too much," he said, and then his hands were on me, cupping my breasts with a familiarity that made me want to vomit. "We are not family." Of course we were, he was my stepbrother, which I was going to disown. "I am not your stepbrother," he said, reaching into an envelope.

She clearly saw us kissing yet she wasn’t interested in knowing why it happened but was more interested in believing it was just some sort of misunderstanding. “Travis is not my brother.” “He is your brother!” She suddenly raised her voice at me. “He is your brother. I’m married to Jack and he is Jack’s son. So that makes him-“ “My step brother,” I cut her off, an unusual confidence suddenly creeping towards me. “That makes me him my step brother not my actual brother. We aren’t related by blood.” “Okay, so?” She folded her arms. “So what if you aren’t related by blood? What next? It’s an automatic pass for you to kiss him? You kissed your stepbrother?”

“Tell me everything. Did you go home with the hot guy from the booth or did I imagine that wave?” I laughed once, the sound thin and slightly hysterical. “I went home with him. Sort of. Private room at the club. And then this morning I found out he’s my new stepbrother.” Silence. Then, “You’re joking.” “I wish I was.” I told her everything. Maya listened without interrupting until I ran out of words. “Jesus, Em. That’s next-level catastrophic. But listen to me. You didn’t know. He didn’t know. It happened. Now you both pretend it didn’t and you survive until the wedding. That’s all. You’re not a terrible person.”

Tests? My mind immediately spiraled back to that day with Kael. The day that should never have happened. The moment his lips touched mine, the moment I gave in, even though I knew better. I knew he was my real mate. Even though I knew he was my stepbrother, even though he was technically mated to me , even though he might not remember anything now. And worse… I knew I had never let Alpha Lucien touch me. Not since we were mated.

He groaned as I shifted in his lap , as I could feel a hard thing pricking me underneath…making me squirm. “So my mum called this morning, and told me about the brunch she wants us to come to… on Tuesday,” I started, monitoring his reaction. “and she invited your bro— stepbrother.” I almost choked on the word. He didn't react at first, or say anything. Just kept quiet. “We don't have to go, honestly.” I added, pecking his cheek. “Brunch with your family? And that bastard was invited? He just doesn't know when to stop.” He scoffed and looked away.

It only made me wetter. “Someone has to shut you up,” I shot back, tilting my chin defiantly even as my voice trembled. “You think you own me just because you’re my stepbrother? Prove it. Let them use me while you watch. I bet you’ll be hard as fuck the whole time.”

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

His stepbrother. Back then, his father had fathered a child with one of his mistresses and brought the same child back for his mother to take care of. His father never hid his favoritism toward his illegitimate son. When their father died ten years ago, he had left all the properties, including the Anderson Group, to his illegitimate son. But his mother was smart enough to bribe the lawyer to change the will in his favor, leaving his stepbrother with nothing. But recently, his stepbrother had come back as a CEO of a new company.

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.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.