My Stepsister Took My Protector Novels & Stories

He only blinked once, then muttered, “Where is your bracelet?” My throat tightened. “I… I lost it...” His eyes lifted slowly. Just once. Cold. “Do you know what happens when you walk around without it?” “I…” I hesitated. “I woke up yesterday and it was gone. I…I looked for it, I swear. Before I left for work. Before Lord Vax…” The words died in my throat. My Stepsister made a small, pitying sound and set her teacup down with a gentle clink. “Honestly, Father, maybe it’s time we admitted she loses it on purpose. Always craving attention. It’s rather pathetic.”

“I know this is hard, but look on the bright side. You don’t have to see Janet and Stephanie anymore. Your father can’t beat you up just as he likes.” The thought of that was exciting, but I didn’t like giving myself false hope. “You don’t know if Alpha Graham is going to encourage their cruel acts.” She shook her head. “If there’s one thing I know about that Alpha, it’s the fact that he always protects whatever belongs to him. And after the wedding, you are his.” I closed my eyes and inhaled a sharp breath. I really hoped Giselle was right. “Hi, sweet sis.” Stephanie’s high-pitched voice made my stomach drop through the floor. “It’s time!”

“So which is it? Dangerous and stay away? Or someone who needs protecting and requires your blessing to even talk to her?” “Both. Neither. Fuck—I don’t know.” “That’s not an answer.” “Look—” I dragged a hand through my damp hair. “I said that shit earlier for your benefit. So you’d at least know what you’re dealing with. And yeah, she’s my stepsister now, so I’m gonna act like it. Protective. Whatever.” Marcus rolled his eyes. “You’re being weird as hell, Hartley.” He turned and walked out—back through the doors, back toward the patio.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

A gasp escaped my lips as my body lurched forward, my head nearly smashing against the windshield. Anger instantly coiled in my chest. I turned sharply toward him. His jaw was locked so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek, his chest rising heavily with each breath. And for the first time that night, I actually questioned if maybe he really did care. “What was that for?” I scowled at him, rubbing my arm where the seatbelt had dug into my skin. Could he not use every opportunity he got to piss me off? “You’re my stepsister and it’s my duty to protect you.” His voice rose slightly, frustration slipping through. “Don’t walk alone at night again.”

I tried to stand up, but a sharp kick to my ribs sent me sprawling back onto the stones. I looked up through my tears. Stephanie was standing over me. Her face was twisted into a mask of pure hatred. Elise stood right behind her, smiling coldly. "You disgusting little rat," Stephanie hissed. She leaned down so only I could hear her. "You thought you could steal him from me? You thought opening your legs would make you a Luna?" "Stephanie, stop," I choked out, holding my side. "You ruined everything," Stephanie spat. She reached down and grabbed the silver chain around my neck. It was the only thing I had left of my mother. A small, intricately carved locket.

Something snapped with a slight pop inside my brain. “Okay, that’s enough.” I stormed to where they were standing and yanked Pierre’s hand from Sebastian, before pulling him to the loungers and forcing him to sit down. Everyone was watching my every move with hawk eyes that made my back itch, and honestly, I was beyond giving a damn about what they all thought about me. Pierre was my 'stepcousin'. And it was in my line of scope to care for him and protect him.

A few seconds later, he lets out short sneer. “I wasn’t sure until just now,” he pats my face dismissively. “You are really a cheap whore, Natalia Moore. So basically anyone can get into your pants right? As long as they pay you the right amount. You are no more than a prostitute, selling out your pussy for coins.” My teeth are chattering. Every word that comes out is shattered. “H-how do you—” “How do I know about this? It’s so fucking obvious alright? He was very protective of you. No one could have done the same thing for his stepsister. You two were definitely fucking.”

Abigail explained leaning her weight against the table staring into a void of nothing else as it all settled into her, "we were told of the dark age and the age that came after. There was a certain witch from the line of the protector who gave birth to two twins, Skye and Stephania. As you know there can only be one protector, which is usually the firstborn, if there is a second, as it was for Aunt Emma and my mother, there had to be a vote. So when the time came, it was decided that Skye become the protector and not Stephania. Stephania was so enraged she left and rumors sprouted of her dark magic here and there. A century later the second Soul book was stolen and rumor had it that it was

Kunles POV; It's been weeks, sorry, months since I last set eyes on Esther. I miss her. Her sassing, beauty, tantrums, jokes, pranks. Everything. She used to go out of her way to please me. She has a very overprotective brother but always found a way to cut corners to be able to spend time with me. Esther is beautiful and simply unique. Truth be told, I always knew Esther was hiding something from me. She acts all badass around me but I know she's just a fragile little lily.