My Stepdad Is My Mate Novels & Stories

“Did you have to add that I had no mate? I smirked. His mother found his mate late, and so did his dad, even if she wasn’t his real mate. Now, their kids are taking centuries to see their mates. “Don’t let that bother you, you’re still young. Go on now.” He had a pout on his face as he folded his hands and stomped off.

"What the hell is this about him being your mate?" "Is it really that hard of a concept for you to grasp?" "He’s pretty slow." Uncle Ramone offers, before growing quiet as a snarl escapes Dad. "You said mate." Dad continues when Uncle Ramone mimics zipping his lips. "Him? Of all the fucking men in the world." "That’s right." I confirm, "I’ve known he was my mate since I was young." "Reject him then!" Dad booms, "He isn’t worthy of you!"

My dad is dead, I am stuck with Nicole, and I have somehow managed to find my mate, who, for some reason, I thought was married to my mother but isn’t married to her after all. Just thinking about it makes my head spin. I was completely exhausted. I wish my dad were here. He would know what to do. “Dad would have helped me out of these predicaments. I wonder if he would be happy that I have found my mate. I wonder what he would say.” “He would say that you should do what makes you happy.” I gasped, turned in shock, and saw André standing there, hands in his pockets, staring at me. He took a step towards me, and I began to blush.

~Luke~ “What happened?”Dad asked in concern and I could tell that he was really interested to know what had happened to my mate. “She has been claimed by someone else,”I explained to Dad and he looked so surprised but composed himself fast. “You mean she's someone else's mate?”He asked and I nodded to his words. I explained to Dad why I needed his help and he clenched his hands into a tight fist. “I can't believe that the same thing that happened to me is about to happen to you,son.”Dad said through gritted teeth and I creased my eyebrows.

, Jake added with a glint of pain in his voice. So, this was it… They knew I was their mate, and not only that, we seemed to be sharing a soft spot for each other. But what else is there to come in such an adventure of being mates to your stepbrothers?

He hid it from them, but I caught on. I had no doubt that Dad saw him as a son now that he was my mate. It would be great for Maddox because Dad was absolutely the best father around – one that I was thankful for each and every day. “Talk to me, sweetheart. How do you feel about your mateship? You don’t have to hold everything in. This is a judgement-free zone, you know that, and I’ll hold whatever you say in complete confidence,” Mom said, giving my hand a squeeze.

my mum pointed out with a skeptical look on her face. "S... Something? Something like what?", I stammered to find out where their heads were at. "We heard you telling him to go fuck himself. It seemed to us like you both were having an argument." "Oh, that!" I exclaimed with relief quenching my anxiety. "We... We were just having a light banter, that's all", I shrugged. My stepfather faced Cassian with a stern look. "Were you picking on your stepsister?" "You always think I'm the bad guy. I always do wrong in your eyes.” Cassian muttered and rolled his eyes.

The word echoed through the hall, bouncing off the stone walls, a harsh, violent demand. Rejection. The thought struck me like a physical blow, cold and brutal. To sever the mate bond was to tear apart your own soul, to inflict a wound that would never truly heal, to live a life half-empty, forever haunted by the ghost of what could have been. But the pack... they were right. Weren't they? This was wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong. Cassian was my stepfather, A father figure. The very idea of a bond, a mate bond, between us was... sickening. Forbidden.

she muttered mostly to herself, tugging her hair like she was going crazy. I bit back a laughter at her dramatic reaction. “And….” I drawled out. "And?" she pressed. "My mate," I added. My mother's face contorted in confusion. "Mate?" she repeated. I nodded. "It means we're meant to be together," I explained. "Bound by something deeper than love," I added. My mother's gaze dropped, her mind reeling. "This is too much," she whispered. I squeezed her hand. "I know," I said.

The woman spoke, seeming to me like she was his mum. “Yes, welcome home, my son.” My stepdad said, shocking me. Your son? How's this possible? Then his eyes drifted to me and suddenly widened in surprise. “Thank you, Mother, thank you, Father,” Peter spoke firmly, yet excitement was lurking around; he didn't take notice of his father's countenance. “This is my mate!” Peter plastered a smile on his face, making everyone fall into a state of shock. His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger.