
My Stepson, My Mate
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He hated my gut!
I detested his arrogance!
I was supposed to be his ex-stepmother,but I hated pack politics and returned to the human community after Alpha Holt's death.
I was forced back to heal the wounds of the one that hated me the most, my stepson Adrian.
To the world he was the famous NHL golden boy of hockey and to the Frostfang pack, their feared Alpha.
But the moon goddess had another plan.
On the night he was crowned as Alpha, his father's mark faded from my neck and Adrian's mate bond burnt harshly on my skin. But fate wasn't done yet.
We were expected to team up to fight a common foe when we could barely stand each other.
Was our fate strong enough to overcome physical hatred?
My Stepson, My Mate Chapter 1
Selena's POV
"Fuck!"
This was clearly the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to a thorough woman as I am. I picked up my broken heel and galloped back into my apartment. Thankfully I still have a pair of the Steve Madden shoes Alpha Holt bought me on my birthday.
It fits perfectly with my dress but was it advisable to wear it today?
I cleared all my internal strife "it was a gift for me, it didn't matter how it came to be!" I hastily put on my shoe, as Cinderella, I rushed out of the house, not because I was meeting a prince but because I was behind schedule to meet someone that hates my gut.
A few minutes later, my car came to an abrupt stop in the hockey arena driveway. I brought out my first aid kit and made for the pitch. I hadn't reached the stairs when someone called out to me.
"Doctor Ward! You are behind schedule, the match started ages ago."
I scoffed inwardly at that! Jack was a master of sarcasm. I apologized to my colleague and we made for the stairway. The pitch was already filled up and we struggled to get ourselves seats close to the playing ground.
"I will introduce you to the team after the game is over, just watch on and enjoy for now." Jack said with a huge smile on his wrinkled face.
"Enjoy?" I thought dejected and scoffed.
The more I heard the cheerleader scream "Frost fang wolves" the more my heartbeat thumped louder in my chest. I thought I had escaped this prison only to walk right into it. Unfortunately, my human boss knew about my real plight yet he assigned me here.
"Sorry about your controversy Miss Ward but you are the only capable one for this job. Moreover you left your career for quite awhile so you either take this offer or kiss your job goodbye." I remembered vividly the bitterness I felt after hearing that but here I am, taking the job.
"You see the starboy over there! He is the real deal, I was told you knew him." Jack said happily. I just looked at him, my eyes traced his finger to the pitch ground and it rests on a player.
A face I dared not forget!
" Indeed!" I thought miserably.
I could swear his eyes met mine that instant, I looked away quickly,
A few months earlier, I was widowed. My aged husband Alpha Holt died. To my advantage I was finally free from the shackles of my contract marriage to him. The crap about being a Luna of a pack, it doesn't interest my humanity. I overlooked the selfishness of my wolf and followed my human instincts. I dropped my title as the Luna of Frostfang pack and retained my initial interest, a human surgeon.
"Another goal for the Frostfang team." A commentator shouted and I heard deafening applause from the crowd.
"Adrian! Adrian! Adrian." The cheerleaders kept shouting happily bouncing around their tight butt.
It was torturous for me!
"I tell you Miss Ward! This one is going to get us through to the world championship." Jack said excitedly. I didn't respond, I just nodded affirmatively while fiddling with my first aid box."
I was getting bored, not of the game but Jack's fucking mouth odor that kept haunting my sense of smell. Suddenly, a familiar smell landed on my nostrils, before the commentator could call it out, I knew what I smelt, blood! Adrian Holt's blood.
"Star player Adrian is injured, oh my God!" The commentator shouted and an uproar erupted among the cheerleaders.
"Now is your time doctor Ward." Jake called out.
I sprang into action immediately. I walked out with Jack as the paramedics wheeled Adrian out of the pitch. I followed Jack's movement and when we got there, blood was gushing out of Adrian's open wound.
"You! What are you doing here?" Adrian shouted angrily at me.
Arrogant as ever!
"Mr Holt, this is Miss Selena Ward, the new doctor for the Frostfang pack." Jack announced carefully.
"Never! I can never allow her filthy hands on me or any of my teammates!" Adrian barked the word at Jack who drew back frightened. I just stood there and watched his eyes contorted with so much hate that he had for me.
Adrian Holt- my stepson!
"You are losing so much blood Alpha Holt." One of the other players, a pack member said.
Adrian turned to face him. His eyes turned dark blue. I knew his wolf was about to surface and he was about to transfer the aggression on his pack member. If he wolfed out in front of a human, he would be breaking an oath of secrecy every werewolf had taken.
I couldn't allow that! I was his mother at a time.
I went down on my knees and dragged open the first aid kit. I wasn't going to be nice so I dragged his leg towards myself. He had lost so much blood that his arrogance wouldn't save him from losing consciousness if he lost a little more.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Let go of me! I made myself clear enough that I don't want to see you in my face!"
"You can only punish me if you are alive. Sit still idiot!" I responded angrily as I wrenched his legs together and started cleaning up the blood.
"Idiot?" He whispered in surprise and scoffed.
Jack cleared his throat "I...I think I should leave now."
He was trembling! He was afraid as he should be. I knew he must have heard the controversy, everyone had heard it.
The gold digger Selena Ward, a thirty year old surgeon that married a powerful man twice her age. He had died of a heart attack right in her arms and she could not save him.
The rumor had been that detailed.
But i couldn't let another part pile up to it
And she watched his only son Adrian Holt die on the pitch so as to inherit their wealth.
The werewolf clans might add
To lead the Frostfang pack.
"I have to save you Adrian."
Adrian stared at my eyes, he looked to have calmed down a little but when his eyes travelled down to my legs. He jolted up from the bed and pushed me aside, the methylated spirit that I held poured all over my dress.
"Get out of my life Selena Ward or the next time you show your ugly ass face to me, I will make you regret it....mother!"
"Even if leaving costs me my job?" I said angrily. I was shivering from the cold liquid that had penetrated my body.
"Even if it costs you your life, Sel!"
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My Stepson, My Mate of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.

8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.

7.4
Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated.
Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed.
What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?

9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.

9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.

9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.







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