Torn Between My Alpha Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

I took the mouthful of coffee I'd just sipped and spat it directly into his face. Rhia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Kaireen!" But I didn't care. I watched the coffee drip down Rowan's face, watched his expression shift from shock to absolute fury, and I smiled. "Sweetheart," I said to Rhia, my voice sickly sweet. "This is my psycho asshole of a brother. And I am not going back to the pack with him." I turned my attention back to Rowan, my smile widening. "Go back home and become your Alpha. Leave me alone. I'm the useless daughter, remember? What do you want from me? Why are you playing big brother now? Why are you so obsessed that you had to follow me all the way from the pack to

Now, this horrifying trap was also my only opportunity to finally lay my hands on it. My mind was a chaotic battlefield. On one side was my absolute love for my brother, Jeremy, the only family I had left, who would die a painful death if Damien didn't hand over that cure. On the other side was Sophia, my ride-or-die best friend, whose life and trust I would completely destroy by becoming her stepmother. And in the middle of it all was Herth, the dangerous, mesmerizing Alpha who made my body burn with a forbidden desire, the man I was being forced to ruin.

Whatever happened in here was quite clear and there was no need denying it. The moment the door slammed shut with Jake's absence. “I–I can't believe this,” My mother pointed at me, her hand trembling. For the first time in so many years, my mother was panicking. I knew for sure that she'd kill me today. I tried to speak but nothing that made sense came out of my lips, just distinct whines. “You're sleeping with your stepbrother, the Alpha King,” My mother stated, like she was trying to taste the abomination on her tongue.

He has made a formal and personal request for your return to Blackfur Pack at your earliest… I folded the letter and dropped it in the trash, then I sat back in my chair, pressing my fingers to my temples. Blackfur Pack was the last place in the world I would step foot in. I sat frozen, staring blankly ahead, my thoughts scattered. Even the memory of what I had suffered in that place was like acid, destroying me piece by piece. Laurent Wright, Richard’s son, was most probably Alpha now. He had been enthralling, dangerous and completely arresting. Step–brother or not, he had been my fated mate, which was the cruelest joke the moon goddess had ever played on me.

“The Alpha has never attended a festival, miss. Tonight is the first time he’s agreed to go.” “Why now?” “We don’t know. But he’s never carried a girl up those stairs, and he certainly never ordered a dress. Alpha Rythan—” The eldest pinched her arm. “I mean, the Alpha.” Rythan. I filed the name away. “Does he have brothers? There are a lot of men in this house with his face.” The pins stopped moving. “Two, miss,” the youngest burst out, “they’re—” “Lina.” The eldest’s voice was soft and terrible. “The Alpha will explain tonight.”

“I had already heard that same line once upon a time. And I ended up losing every single thing I hold dear. Bradley’s stupidity must have rubbed off on you. You are starting to talk like him.” What did he lose? Who was the person he was referring to? Was it Bradley? But how come? I wished he could tell me the truth for once so I could somehow understand why I had to be separated from my home and family, why I had to be locked up in here, and why I had to pay the price of something I didn’t do. This was between the two alpha brothers. But here I was, trapped by their personal feud, which I absolutely knew nothing about.

To every other person, he was Alpha Tyler, Prince of the Moon Shine Pack, son to the most feared alpha in SilverCrest, and he's on his way to inheriting the position of the general commander of SilverCrest. But to me, he was just stormy grey eyes, a handsome devil who sleeps around and finds it fun to break girls' hearts like one would break used toys and to pick on people that are below him and treat them as if they're trash. And someone like that turned out to be my mate. "Aaaaaaarghhhh," I screamed into my pillow with sheer frustration and pent-up anger and I felt another round of tears well up in my eyes. I didn't deserve this at all.

He shook his head, "You know, our Alpha is my younger brother and I'm his beta. He's over at the academy since he still needs to learn and he's young. I think you should just calm down–" "Are you fucking with me right now?!" I growled. "I'm telling you to get him right now his beta or whatever you call yourself!" I don't care if they are brothers or not. Or maybe I should actually care. He has a brother? His older brother is his beta? Why didn't I know this yet? I looked at the beta's face and I finally realized they do look so much alike and their physique is similar. I have never heard of his beta and I never cared to ask because I don't really care. Seeing how this beta keeps trying to ca

“You two are ways siding with her. Did you bewitch them?” “More like they are enlightened on who is right and wrong. Can we end this talk? Jericho is waiting for me.” “Just like that you're forgetting the alpha?” the beta asked. I scoffed and faced him. “If there is someone who forgets, it is the alpha. I am still here. Yet, he never bothered to come here. It angers me thinking how could you tolerate your brother? Why do you keep on supporting him and running away like a coward even if he had an obligation here? Did he think your youngest brother would return from the dead if he pledged his life at Rogue Town? Will it bring back the dead?” I exclaimed.

We understood that our success as future alphas would not lie in our strengths but in our ability to work together as a united front. However, as time passed, minutes turned to hours and the reality of our father's death settled upon us, the weight of power began to stir jealousy and resentment within my brothers. Our conversations, once filled with laughter and camaraderie, were now poisoned by the intoxicating desire to be chosen as the alpha.