My Stepsister Took My Protector Novels & Stories

"You know, Micaiah talks about you sometimes. His little stepsister who just moved back from Seattle." The way she said 'little stepsister' made it sound like an insult. "Does he?" "Mm-hmm. He seems very... protective of you." Her smile sharpened. "It's sweet. Very brotherly." Brotherly. If only she knew. "I'll tell him you stopped by," I said again. "You do that." She walked back to her car, heels clicking on the driveway. I waited until she'd driven away before closing the door. And immediately felt hands on my waist.

"One video isn't enough to turn us against each other. You're delusional." I crossed my arms. "If you don't believe me, take the earrings and have them appraised." She hesitated. "Why would you help me?" I paused. "Because we're both women." I clenched my teeth to keep from laughing. If she refused to wear those Soul-Sworn Earrings, they would be forced onto me next. Helping her was the only way to protect myself. A few days later, Mom was still basking in the joy of becoming a grandmother. That lasted until Stephanie slammed an appraisal report in front of her.

" I pleaded, not minding the looks the Pack members gave me. "If you say you'd do anything, then go with your husband! He has paid for you. You have no choice," Father concluded. I fell to the ground, devastated. "See this as a chance to be useful to your people for once. You're bringing peace by being his Luna. Don't bring us any more shame," my stepmother reprimanded, digging her fingers into my arms. She dragged me towards the guards, and with a signal from Father, the guards pulled me away, taking me to meet Alpha Roderick.

Claim her in front of them, and they'd lose interest. It was the only way. The thought slammed into me so hard I nearly dropped a blade. Claim Hazel. My step-sister. The girl I'd sworn to protect, not do a public display of tongue action and freaky touching.. I was supposed to protect her. . .But not like this. My mate was hundreds of miles away, probably curled on the couch or her bed right now, watching this whole disaster unfold through the television at home. She'd see everything. But if I didn't do it, Hazel would be torn apart by these beasts—or worse, taken to breed. Dragged off screaming while I tried to take them all down at once.

She stared at me with a smile and asked, "I hope you didn't get hurt, Sis?" "You sent them?" I uttered, still in shock. Chantel shoved m Jestioned and expressed her sympathy towards me. "Jax was worried about you. He asked me to come here to make sure you were okay," She said, making me sad. My father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, brought back his mistress and a stepsister a year older than me after my mother passed away. I always thought Chantel thought of me as her enemy, and I didn't expect her to support me in such desperate times.

she said jokingly. “She’s incredibly sweet.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she watched that warm smile remain on his face. “Really? What else?” She slowly approached him until they were standing face-to-face. Then she raised a warning finger at him. “Maria is my little sister, and I’d protect her with my life. Believe me, if you even think about getting close to her, I won’t hesitate for a second to kill you.” “Excuse me? I don’t understand.” “Weren’t you just telling me you had feelings for me a little while ago? What happened now, huh? Things didn’t work out with the older sister, so you decided to try your luck with the younger one?”

His voice rose with each word. Shaking my head at the chaos, it was obvious he was here to argue with me even though I had done nothing wrong. “You are different, Arden. She is our stepsister. She is meant to be protected by us,” Zane countered in a low voice. “Stepsister you’ve been fucking?” Arden snapped. Unfiltered. His words made a gasp slip from my lips. Heat rushed to my cheeks because I knew some of the maids were hidden somewhere, eavesdropping.

"Mr. Hayes called to say he changed tonight's dinner venue..." "Drive," I rasped out. "Just drive. Away from here." "Miss?" "I said drive!" I choked out, clutching my chest as the tears finally spilled over. I pulled out my phone with trembling hands and replayed the video, begging my eyes to prove me wrong. Please let this be a nightmare. Please. It wasn't. The man tangled in the bedsheets, laughing quietly as a pair of manicured hands pulled him down, was unequivocally Lucas. And the woman recording him, the woman whose breathless moans filled the quiet car, was my own stepsister.

She was here. Rose. And she wasn’t just the silly little girl I remembered from childhood anymore. She was nineteen. Grown. Beautiful. She was ready. But then Father said the words that shattered everything completely. “Meet your new sister.” Fuck. My heart fell apart in an instant. But that was also the moment I realized, I was screwed. I had to push her away again. That was the only way. She was my stepsister. The daughter of the woman my father intended on spent the rest of his life with.

I was going to get strong enough that neither of us would need anything from anyone. "I can protect us," I said into her shoulder. "I know you can." She held me tighter. "But let me do this, okay? We're moving into his house tonight." Tonight? I can’t blame my mom, or hold it against her for wanting a good life for me. She looked happy for the first time in forever. For her sake I was willing to try. I quickly packed and drank a portion of scent suppressant for warriors. To be seen as his stepsister I need this.