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The man is going to drive me mental. "With all due respect alpha, the pack needed something to be happy about. For years now, we have lived in fear because of your father. You owe us that much so please let go of the nonsense you just said about rejecting your mate. You are not going to reject our luna, especially now. You need her," Stephan said trying to diffuse the situation between Robert and me. Stephan was my father’s beta. He was a wise man and always had a way of diffusing difficult situations.

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

“Call me Stepfather, then. If Daddy will make you end up like you did on the beach today, then call me Stepfather.” I tried to answer, but he thrust up into me, violent and sharp, and the syllables splintered on my tongue. “I said, call me what?” The pace he set was punishing-hips punching upward, water sloshing over the tub’s edge with every drive. I grabbed the rim behind his head just to keep from collapsing. My inner walls clenched around him, a tight, involuntary grip that made his breath hiss through his teeth. “Stepfather.” I forced the word out between panting gasps, each syllable a mix of shame and ecstasy. “Ohh…that’s so good. Step…Stepfather…don’t stop.”

The thought of that face gave me chills. "Okay, Dad." I grabbed the breakfast and ran over to kiss Mom's cheek before heading out the door and into the car my stepfather had arranged. Leaning back in the leather seat, I tried to empty my thoughts. My stepfather was Italian. No one would guess that this always-smiling man was once a mafia boss.

We look like two people who are very good at not showing things. "How long have you been going to Marcus Chen's offices?" His voice is even. Quiet. The boardroom voice. I meet his eyes in the mirror. "A few weeks." He nods once. The elevator reaches the floor. The doors open. He walks toward his corridor. Takes three steps. Stops. Doesn't turn around. "He's your father." The words land flat and factual in the hallway. Not a question. I go still. "You knew." Also not a question. My voice is steady. I am holding it steady through real effort because underneath the steadiness something is getting very loud very fast.