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You accepted what you had or walked away. After I turned fourteen, one night, I was woken up with him , my stepfather, next to me in bed. He covered my mouth and slipped his fingers inside my panties, touching me to satisfy himself. My brothers slept in the same room. I was never sure if they saw what happened.

I beg with tears streaming down my face. "Don't call me that! "My father screams and I feel a sharp pain in my chest as my heart skips a beat. "Daddy, what are you doing? " my brother questions in fear "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm disowning this shameless daughter of mine! I asked for evidence and you brought me this. Evidence of your lack of virtue. "My father replies. Throwing the flash drive at me. "You heard me young lady. Pack your things and get out of my house before tomorrow morning. Otherwise, you're looking for trouble" my father says and my throat dries up.

After the terrifying attempt my stepfather tried to pull on me, and the bizarre encounter with alpha Aiden, it was hard to get any sleep at night. My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over again, like a broken DVD. I had already steeled my mind, preparing for my stepfather to violate me, but the moment Aiden burst into the living room, the relief that washed over me was indescribable. It was not the first time my stepfather had tried to violate my body, but since my mother was always around the house, he never got the opportunity. But that night, we were all alone, giving him that opportunity. If Aiden had not come that night, he would have taken his sweet time, ravishing me.

“He was there when you were born.” The room tilted. “That’s not possible,” I said. “You said my father died before—” “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know the truth.” My ears rang. She grabbed my hands, gripping them tightly. “Ariana… Victor isn’t just your stepfather.” I stopped breathing. “He’s your biological father.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not—he wouldn’t—”

he said, patting my shoulder before turning back to the window. “She will be your stepmother, and you will respect her,” he added, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip. I scoffed inside. Stepmother? The word felt like poison on my tongue. My father had truly lost it. How could he even think of touching her? “You may leave.” The moment I stepped outside, my heart sank. I let out a deep breath, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. My father had lost his mind entirely. Because when I crave something twice, I always get it. No matter what.

he murmured. Stephanie smiled, a slow, twisted smile. “Yes, Vincent. I killed your father.” Vincent’s heartbeat slammed against his ribs. “You’re lying. You are just trying to share your pain. You are a traumatic bitch.” Her eyes gleamed. “Am I?” He had always believed his father’s death had been an accident. Not believed…seen. He witnessed his car speeding off, then screeching harshly and blowing up from a far distance. His body had gone cold as he witnessed it, thinking his father had that accident because of him. He had caught him together with his wife in his home library, smooching against the shelf, and he had stormed out to drive.

Having this book felt like I was finally free. I opened the book and the ink was faded. The writing was elegant. It was about a deal that had never been fair. My dad had used the Rossi familys debt to get. It had hurt them a lot. To have it now on the day I was committing to a man who was honest and had nothing but his name felt like a coincidence. Stephen found me there. He didn't ask about the books value. He just looked at me took my hands and told me that the land didn't make the woman. The woman could heal the land.

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

Stephen was a son at 28. Two sexual potents. Two intellectuals. Two lost. Ripped from their own blood ties. I'm on a trip, back to my home. The semester has come to an end and now we need some time with our families to renew our energies. I'm going to pick up one more book to read, because the journey is long. But I'm reading it slowly because I've been getting sick reading on moving transport. I'll stop here. ** There are a few kilometers to go before reaching the house where my father and stepmother are living. Well, they moved again.

Charlotte’s POV The next morning I snuck up on Sebastian because Mom didn’t come back, stroking his cock through his pants… only to have him rebuke me while my virgin pussy still ached from how hard he’d fucked me the night before. I can clearly remember how his cum was leaking down my inner thighs as I crept through the quiet mansion. Every step reminded me of the brutal, yet delicious way he’d devoured and filled me during the storm. My pussy throbbed with that sweet soreness, a constant filthy whisper that I belonged to my stepfather now. And he’s mine too.