My Stepsister Took My Protector Novels & Stories

“What do you mean the heiress of the Protector, Jackson?” Mr. Jackson sighed and stopped digging the ground. “The Sacred Land buried some important clues about the second Protector.” Auntie Caroline inhaled. “The Second Protector was an heiress?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “Clayton started to research about it!” He put his shovel again to shove some ground and made a big hole enough to bury all three dead rabbit bodies.

“I’ve always had them. Unlike you I am a warrior.” “You disrespected me back there. In front of everyone.” I laughed dryly. “You grabbed Mira. You should have left her alone.” “What you did was stupid.” “What I did is called protection. I protected her from you. The end.” Lucas stepped forward, trying to be tough. “She’s not yours to save.” “She’s none of your business,” I snapped back at him. “And she is my stepsister now so I’d watch my step if I were you.”

“I'm supposed to guide you out.” “Oh. Right. Uh, don’t worry, I- I have to lock up anyway.” He nodded, gave me an odd look, and immediately stalked out of the house. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding, gave myself a quick pep talk, and stepped out before turning the key in the lock. I must have taken more time than I thought with my pep talk because my stepsister had a slightly irritated expression on her face, but she masked it when the Alpha touched her arm.

He held me like he was terrified I’d disappear again. “What happened?” he asked, voice hoarse. I could barely get the words out. “She spoke to me…” “Who?” “The Moon… or a piece of her. I don’t know. But she showed me things.” I looked into his eyes. “Ama… she’s not just my stepsister. She’s tied to all of this. She’s part of the prophecy too.” Nathaniel’s face turned to stone. “Then we need to act before she does.”

But this stranger wasn't just any werewolf; he was my mate. "Mate." He announced, his dark, velvety voice claiming full charge of my attention. And if you were wondering how I got here, well, here's an explanation. ***** "Wake up, you worthless bag of shit!" A loud yell fills my ears, snapping me out of sleep. With a soft yawn, I opened my eyelids to the view of the tall blonde beauty I knew as my stepsister. Just before I could find out what was going on, a bucket of water pools down my head as my eyelids jerk up to the unpleasant view of Natasha, my stepsister. I could feel fury flashing through me as the cold water washes down, anger channeling through my bloodstream.

But before he left, he turned to me and said, "See you next time, milady" After the encounter with the mysterious man, I headed to the restroom. As I was walking, I met Amber with two other women. I stopped in my tracks, and they did the same. Amber looked at me, then at her companions. "You guys go ahead, I'll talk to her". She said, which made one of her companions raise an eyebrow before looking at me. "You know her?". One of them asked. "Yeah, she's my stepsister". "Oh, okay. See you back at our table, okay?".

But what the hell was I supposed to say? Hey Tessa, sorry I dipped. My werewolf stepbrother drugged me and drove me to a secret cabin in the woods to protect me from a shady agency that might kill me. Hope school’s going well though! Yeah. That wouldn’t work. I flopped back onto the bed, letting the phone drop beside me, my head hitting the pillow with a soft thump. The ceiling above me had a little water stain shaped like a wolf or maybe a cloud, depending on how crazy I was feeling. I exhaled slowly.

“He'll kill you before you even think about it.” My lips tremble, unshed tears forming in my eyes. “What about father? He's going to find me and make me marry Lord Regal anyway. He's going to find all of us,” I choke out. Lorenzo shakes his head. “Stephanie's a half witch. She's protecting this place with her magic. No one will find us here.”

Three seconds later, Zakari’s words banish my fantasies into the deepest pit of hell. “I knew you were a whore just like your mother. We’re practically step-siblings, but you’re so eager to let me have a taste.” His voice is no longer soft… or buttery. It’s harsh. And cold, and laced with so much hate. My eyes snap open. Bile rises in my throat. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” I snarl, teeth clenched. I push away, but he doesn’t let me go far. He grabs my left hand, imprisoning it against his chest.

Why wouldn’t he just mind his goddamn business? “Your stepsister is hot as hell.” Who wouldn’t say so? Why would she be my stepsister out of all the ugly people in the whole world? “Take your eyes off her. You know what I do to such eyes.” I threatened. “All right, man.” He surrendered with a laugh. Ink called back.