Step Siblings Romance Books Novels & Stories

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

Stephanie’s POV: When I finished eating, I went back to my room since there was nothing else to occupy my time. I grabbed a book from the small stack on my desk and settled onto my bed, allowing myself to sink into the soft mattress. My body sprawled across the bed as I began to read. At least, I tried to read. The words blurred on the pages, refusing to stick in my mind. My thoughts wandered, drifting to places I didn’t want them to go—specifically, from one brother to another.

**This is book three in the Betrayed and Forsaken series. Events from the previous books may be referenced without specific details being provided about the event. It is recommended that you begin with the first book in the series The Mark of Betrayal.** Will I arrived at Alpha Roman's pack, hoping that Alpha Sloane would be my mate. I've always liked Sloane and after spending my teenager years growing up with her aunt, Samara, I thought it would be a perfect blending of our two families.

“Greedy girl. I like the way you think. We can start with just us three and see how filthy we can get.” We talked for hours as the night faded — making plans for secret weekends away, how we’d handle the wedding, how we’d make sure no one outside ever suspected. By the time the sun started to rise, I was thoroughly used, marked with their bites and cum, and completely at peace with it. This was wrong. Taboo as hell. But it was ours. My stepbrother. My fiancé. My two men. And I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life letting them ruin me together every single night…

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already."

After all, she was only a timid little girl when I first met her. My longing for her keeps intensifying with every passing day. Every morning when I watch her lazily walk about the house. When she walks with her eyes half closed to avoid loosing her sleep. The glow her tender, fair skin gives off every morning. And her messed up hair sticking out of her hair net. Like a little girl who needs a fathers help getting ready. I never intended to fall for her. Not when Derrick is her older brother. If wrong steps are taken, my friendship with Derrick might suffer a nasty blow. A blow I would only hope our friendship will survive.

He probably forgot because there's no way he'd just sleep with me if judging by what he has right now, he can get any girl he wants. "I didn't expect that we would meet again under these circumstances." Wow, how could he said that so casually? It's fine if he thinks it's just a one-night stand, but doesn't he feel awkward because we're about to become family? "I hope you don't say anything to our parents about what we did last night. Let's pretend that nothing ever happened between us. So let's forget the past and in the future we'll be a harmonious family, me as your stepsister and you as my stepbrother."

His gaze flickered to mine, waiting for me to deny it, but before I could, Xavier leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “She’s a bit shy about it,” Xavier added, voice laced with amusement. “But yeah, she’s ours.” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” I spun toward them, glaring. “I’m not yours.” Lucas’ expression darkened, looking between me and them like he was trying to piece together a very disturbing puzzle. “Stepbrothers… and mates?” Rolex grinned. “Crazy, right? Fate works in mysterious ways.” Lucas did not look amused.

“I saw it.” “Saw what?” “The way he looks at you, Andre.” The room feels suddenly too warm. This is a conversation I do not want to have. I laugh, quick and sharp, hoping it sounds convincing. “Maya, that’s ridiculous.” “Is it?” she asks lightly. “Yes,” I say firmly. “We are siblings.” She tilts her head. “Step siblings as you like to remind me.” “That doesn’t make it better.” “It kind of does,” she says, unfazed.

“Your body language says it all. Vance is a handsome man, I won't reprimand you for falling for him. If I didn't have a mate myself, I would have wanted him for myself,” My mouth goes parched. “I don't know what you think you read but I'm not in love with Vance. He's my stepbrother and that's just disgusting,” I keep my tone vacant of emotions. She nods and at the same time, the door of the elevator opens, stopping at the second floor. “You're right, it's sickening. No one should develop feelings for their stepbrother. Perhaps, I was wrong. I apologize.” She goes and steps out of the elevator, and then looks back at me with a smile. “Don't forget your promise,”