My Stepsister Took My Protector Novels & Stories

I turned to both men with a smile. "It's nice to meet you both and thanks, I guess. I trained hard growing up. Nothing is more important than protecting the pack." As they stepped inside, I saw a small group of people standing around. As if sensing their arrival, the group turned to look at them. A woman with blonde hair and green eyes walked straight to Stephen and wrapped her arm around him. I immediately tensed at the sight of her being overly friendly. "Stephy, I’m so glad you're back. Maybe now we go on that date we discussed?" Before Stephen could respond, I let out a vicious growl struggling to keep Rose at bay. She was snapping to come out and rip her arms off.

While Chase and Emandra were surprised, Stephanie could not hide the hurt on her face. ‘’You've changed so much, I know Chase has changed, he found his mate but Enzo you've not found yours and you stepped in front of me and threatened me in favor of a stranger?’’ Stephanie; 's mind was going crazy. The people she thought she knew were more like just reflections which was quickly fading away. ‘’He is only a child, he can't protect himself’’ Shane begged to differ but something about Enzo protecting him made him feel warm.

he said casually, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "No." The word came out like a growl. Xavier paused mid-bite, studying me with those annoyingly perceptive eyes of his. "Since when are you so protective of our little stepsister?" He crossed his arms, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, don't you have patients waiting?" The word 'stepsister' made my stomach turn. If he only knew. I forced myself to shrug. "Someone has to make sure she doesn't get beaten up again."

“You’re not even listening to me! I’m not some damsel in distress who needs protecting!” Rodrigo paused at the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he turned to face me. “You’re our stepsister, Carina,” he said, his voice low but commanding. “Whether you like it or not, we have to protect you. It’s not up for debate.” I glared at him, my fists clenched. “I don’t need your protection, and I definitely don’t need your orders.” He shook his head, exhaling sharply. “Antonio, let’s go.” And with that, they were gone, leaving me fuming in the middle of the living room.

When she said nothing, I continued, “It's my duty as your mate to protect you. You have to understand this…you have to understand that I'd rather die than allow another person touch you again in a way that would hurt you.” She swallowed, and finally turned her gaze to me. “Where's my stepmother?” She asked and I hesitated before answering. “She's gone,” I murmured, dropping her hands, “She got what she deserves. No one touches my mate and lives. I killed her myself…after breaking her ten fingers one by one.” The look she gave me was strange and I could not quite tell what she was thinking. That was until she nodded and whispered, “Good. Thank you.”

She had witnessed Miranda cry because of Clarissa; this made her give in to my request. We tortured her in any way possible, and we were happy doing it till I met the alpha of the Moonlight Pack. He gave me a way out; he introduced me to a way of fulfilling my ambition, and I was willing to follow it up. That was why I decided to make peace with the alpha of the Supreme Pack. It was a step toward what I planned. The day Stephan took her was the happiest day of my life. I thought that he would destroy her, that he would make her his prey, but he ended up becoming her protector.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw ticking so hard I thought it might crack. "Lucas," Liam called his brother’s name in a low, warning growl. "That's enough. Back off." But from the wicked, dangerous smirk stretching across Lucas's perfect, delicious-looking lips, I knew he didn't look like he’d be stopping anytime soon. He completely ignored his twin, his gaze locking onto my mouth like he already owned it. My mind was screaming at me to move. I knew it would have been wise to stand up at that exact instant, run up the stairs, and walk away so I wouldn't get caught up in whatever shitty, twisted games my stepfather and my supposed step-uncle had going on.

In just one glance, my instinct told me that my stepsister was lying—there was something too polished, too rehearsed in Rose’s words and Doctor Violet’s explanation earlier and Gideon’s seductive persuasion in this very second. My throat tightened. “For my health?” I echoed bitterly, an unamused laugh almost escaping from my lips. “Is that what Doctor Violet told you?” He knelt beside me on the bed, taking my hand in his. “I just want to protect you,” he whispered softly. “You’ve suffered enough.” Oh, he meant himself. He suffered enough thinking about how my child will overthrow his child with Rose! “Protect me?” I scoffed, “Or control me?”

He flexed his muscles, then turned around to flex his back. “Even with my shirt on, you can still see the outline.” “Get out of here.” I said, throwing the pillow at him. “Justin’s body is learning from mine.” “So you’ve checked out his body?” “What?! No! Justin is like a brother to me.” The smile on my lips disappeared. He can’t check out Justin’s body because he’s like a brother to him, and there isn’t any family connection between them. I am his actual step sister and he’s checked out my body, and even jerked to my pictures. He’s touched it, and made me feel things a sibling should never make eachother feel.

And now, to protect Sandra, they were throwing me to the wolves without a second thought. I let out a cold laugh, my eyes hard. “Fine, I’ll marry him. But on one condition. The day I get married, Sandra has to admit it, in public. Tears of Medusa was my design.” “Are you crazy?! You want to ruin your sister’s future?!” my father roared, slamming his hands on the desk. My stepmother looked heartbroken. “Odessa, how could you be so cruel? Sandra is the future of this family!”