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My Stepbrother

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Isabel was devastated and distraught after receiving a sincere rejection from her boyfriend. Although she had intended to spend the holiday at her grandmother's house, she ended up becoming involved with a stranger and having a one-night stand with him. When her mom introduced her fiance to Isabel, she was shocked to discover that her step father, Mr Walton had a son who turned out to be Derek– the guy she had a one night stand with. Isabel struggled with her affections for Derek and the knowledge that he would one day become her stepbrother. Anticipating her first shift, she hoped to find her mate and get over her feelings for Derek. What happens when an unexpected twist occured and she discovered that Derek was her true mate? As she tried hard to distance herself from him because she saw him as nothing more than her stepbrother, will she continue to ignore the bond with him? What happens when Derek's true identity as the Alpha's son was finally revealed? And what happens when more secrets come to light about why he and Isabel were fated together?

My Stepbrother Chapter 1

I was so elated as the term's ending was fast approaching. Not only was I excited as I anticipated the forthcoming holiday, I was also happy because my boyfriend, Mason, would be claiming me as his mate in front of everyone.

My face blushed in excitement and I closed my eyes as images of Mason flashed in my mind. Last evening I saw him at the school garden, he looked so hot in his unbuttoned shirt and pants. His long blonde hair and alluring blue eyes were qualities I loved the most in him.

"Gosh! Don't tell me you're daydreaming about Mason again Huh?" Bonnie, my best friend asked as she wrapped her hands around me, snatching me out of my reverie.

We had been friends since childhood and we attended the same school together. Our parents were best friends too and I saw Bonnie like my very own sister.

I turned to look at her, my gorgeous set of teeth showing through a warm smile. Her ability to accurately anticipate who I was thinking about didn't surprise me.

"I'm correct, aren't I?" She cocked her brows and wiggled her lips, asking again.

"You are right. I just feel anxious as well as happy. He'll finally announce our relationship and claim me as his mate. It still feels like a dream to me."

"Yeah, I'm so happy for you Isabel. Come on, let's go meet the rest at the hall. We don't want to miss out on Mr Richard's announcement," Bonnie said, holding my hands as we both hurried down the corridor.

The hall was crowded with students when we entered. Bonnie and I scrambled to take a seat at the back, keeping our faces hidden from Mr. Richard's prying eyes as soon as we spotted him heading toward the podium.

If he happened to see us entering at such a late hour, we knew what would happen. He would get furious and put us in detention. Mr Richard was one strict and stern looking teacher who you wouldn't want to offend or mess with.

After some minutes of his boring lectures, the students clapped and smiled happily as they watched him leave the podium, his feet dragging as he adjusted his spectacles.

My heart raced and pound in anticipation of what would happen next.

"Wow! If I'm so nervous, I wonder how you'll feel right now," Bonnie said to me as she held my hands which were on my lap.

Mason wasn't just one of the hottest kids in school with an athletic build, He was also smart, and good in sports.

He wasn't the Alpha's son but his parents were rich and were also great sponsors of our school.

"Trust me, I know why Mason can't resist such a beauty like you. You have every features that a man wants,

"You're smart, you're beautiful. You have those, you know, caramel blond hair, stunning blue eyes, cherry lips and flawless white skin." Bonnie said to me admiringly as she held my cheeks gently, her gaze studying my features.

"Thank you, Bonnie. I'm so glad to have you as a friend," I muttered to her before leaning in to give her a warm hug.

The loud screeching sound from a speaker at a far end caught everyone's attention. As Bonnie and I released ourselves from our hug, our attention was drawn to the scene going on at the front of the stage.

"What's happening? I thought we students would be dismissed after Mr Richard's stupid speech." Mandy, a plump tanned girl with dark fringed hair asked, her face etched with confusion as she stared at the boys who were arranging some items on the stage.

Bonnie and I glanced at each other before shrugging.

"Let's just watch what they're up to," Bonnie suggested.

"Wait," I said abruptly as I clutched onto Bonnie's arm, a faint smile glowing on my face.

"What if Mason wants to make the announcement now? Maybe that's why the boys are preparing the stage ready." Looking at a dumbfounded Bonnie, I guessed as I squinted and enlarged my eyes.

"I guess you're right. He's about to propose to you and announce you as his mate." Bonnie Concord with my guesses and we both squealed silently as we wriggled our toes in excitement.

Just then, Mason appeared at the stage, flashing everyone of us with a warm smile. My heart skipped a moment. Is this really happening?

Did he want to announce me now as his mate in front of everyone?

My brows furrowed and I got confused when I saw two boys bring a cake to the stage. What exactly was the cake for? If I could recall, today wasn't my birthday and neither was it Mason's.

The stage was instantly adorned with flashing lights that materialized as one of Mason's boys approached and turned on a switch.

"Awwn! Isn't it so sweet? Mason is doing all of these for you. You're one lucky babe, Isabel,"

As Bonnie met my gaze, she exclaimed with joy. I bit my lip, making a concerted effort to contain my smile.

When Mason caught eyes with me, he looked away immediately as if ignoring my existence.

Okay that wasn't right. I wonder why he did that because he has never done that to me before.

"Hello my fellow students, as we all know the term is over and we are so excited for the forthcoming holiday. I would love to make an announcement and I want everyone to know about it before the break," Mason's voice boomed in the mic and I could see many girls drooling as they listened to him.

"Isn't he just charming?" Bonnie asked as she gave me a wink. I smiled back faintly, not knowing why I had two thoughts about everything that was going on.

"I, Mason Michaelson, would love to announce my girlfriend and dearest mate. Without this pretty lady I won't be doing all of these. I've decided to announce her to you all so you can have an idea of the one that is clearly mine." Mason said once again and I could feel my heart beating loudly like I was in a test trial.

My hands quivered and I shuddered as I maintained a gaze with him. I was trying hard to control my anxiety.

"It's because of my mate that I decided to make this little celebration here today. Not only do I want to announce her as mine but I also want to celebrate this special moment with her,"

"My mate is none other than Patricia Gilbert." Mason revealed with a smile and I watched as Patricia walked over to him to embrace him.

The students clapped and cheered them on while I was left with nothing but heartbreak and confusion.

No! This can't be. Mason is joking right?

I clutched my heart tightly as I watched how Mason wrapped his hand around Patricia before giving her a tongue kiss.

Why on earth did he treat me like I was his mate when he knows he'll only end up breaking my heart?

"This can't be real. Why would Mason do this to you?" Bonnie asked with wide eyes as she stared at me.

I was too broken to speak or exchange words with her. The only thing visible were the prickling tears in my eyes.

I watched as Bonnie walked up to Mason with clenched fists and reddened face. She was willing to stand by me at all costs.

"Why Mason? Why are you doing this to Isabel? You said you'd announce her publicly as your mate and now you're casting her aside like she's a piece of trash to you?"

Mason looked up at me after Bonnie finished speaking. My teary eyes looked back at him and I wished all of these weren't real.

"She's just Isabel. She can't be my mate,"

Mason revealed and I heard gasps as well as mocking chuckles from the audience.

"Why? Tell me why you did this?" Bonnie asked with clenched fists and gritted teeth as she glared at Mason.

"Because she's just an omega. I'm a notable son from a rich home. My parents are even close friends to the Alpha and you can't expect someone of high status as me to be a mate to an Omega," Mason revealed coldly, his face void of emotion and his piercing blue eyes gazed into mine.

My heart broke into a thousand pieces at every one of his words.

I've always done everything to please him. Even though I was wolfless, I always felt he was mine and he did treat me like I was his destined mate.

"Besides, she's just weak, wolfless and nerdy. She's not my type of girl. I only became close to her because I wanted to know how it feels to taste a pure nerd like her, unfortunately for me, she never gave me the chance to sleep with her. How on earth can I claim a boring person like her as mine?"

Mason revealed further and more tears pricked my eyes like thousand needles.

I was speechless as all eyes were on me with laughter erupting and filling the hall.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I ran out of the hall in embarrassment, looking for somewhere quiet to be.

All thanks to Mason, now I'll have to spend the holiday brooding and sulking.

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My Stepbrother of Contents

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6
Ch. 7
Ch. 8
Ch. 9
Ch. 10
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