My Stepbrother Kicked Me Out Novels & Stories

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.

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.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

A swift, retaliatory blow landed, momentarily breaking the rhythm of the confrontation. "This is no way to treat your guest," my step-brother scolded with a frown on his face. In an instant, he delivered a powerful kick to my guts, sending me skidding towards the wall behind me.

I should be able to trust him with every piece of information. I looked up at Clint, and he looked at me expectantly. "When he was about thirteen, and I was five, my stepbrother...he fought with a boy in the street over a girl in his class. He stabbed the boy in the palm and fled. I was there. I had seen everything. " I said, my voice quacking. Clint's face went pale, and he froze. I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I spoke.

He asked with a raised eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving into a bitter smile. “He told me that I was a mistake that shouldn't ever have happened. He kicked me out and threatened to call the police on me if I ever approached his home ever again. And for Lucas, he watched from the balcony our dad kick me out and he never did anything about it. I understand he didn't know I was his brother back then but he could have done something. Anything.” His clenched hands tightened until the knuckles turned white.

her brows furrowed. “My stepbrother….. Jonathan. He tried to assault me” Her eyes and mouth widened in disbelief. “I heard there was an incident and your family was thrown out but I didn’t expect it to be this. What… why would he do something like that” I scoffed. “It’s not the first time” If her eyes widened any further, it’d tear. Her look was almost comical but it wasn’t the right time to laugh considering the seriousness of the situation. “Back when I lived in the pack house. Something similar happened. I managed to get away and then Thorne came and I was whisked away”

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

I raised my left arm to shield my face. The car came to a stop a few meters away. Shoes tapped against the tarmac, stopping directly in front of me. I lowered my arm, inhaling a familiar perfume that sent a chill down my spine. “Look who it is,” Thomas, Marcus’ younger brother, said, laughter tearing from his throat. “The one my brother just divorced.” Shock froze me, and I clenched my fists. “What did you just say?” “You heard him right. Happy divorce day,” Vivian, my stepmother, added quietly, her tone sharp. “I can’t wait for the world to know. I hope the media spreads this as fast as possible.”

I answered. It was best he knew the truth, I wasn't going to fucking take anymore shit from him and God knows I would fucking kills him if he does anything stupid again. Step brothers? We weren't even related in anyway so fuck that too! “What the heck are you talking about!?” He half yelled and my frown deepened. “I'm going to move out of the doom back to our house. Dad I wouldn't have anything to do with Sebastain.” I spat angrily. I was slowly losing it, I knew it. I had tried my best to hold it and not say anything but I guess it way harder than I thought.