My Stepson, My Mate
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?
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Chapter 3
Selena's POV
"Mate!"
A tooth sank into my exposed neckline suddenly and I screamed out in agony. I tried to push him away but I couldn't. He was too grounded. His canine dug into my skin and sent ripples of pleasure down my spine coated in subtle pain. My wolf surfaced and I plunged my claws into his shoulder, he jerked away from me and retreated to the back of the stairs.
I held my bleeding shoulder and tried to locate Raymond that he had thrown towards the wall. I couldn't find him, I was baffled, my shoulder had stopped bleeding and now I feel a burning sensation in my shoulder region.
I had felt this pain before. I hoped I was wrong but I needed to be certain. I rushed inside the house through one of the numerous entry points. I made my way towards the closest female restroom. When I walked in, my heart sank. A large heart shaped scar sits ugly on my neckline.
I was marked, I am certain of it.
I was marked in the past by my previous husband, Alpha Holt so I know what it looked like but for some reason, his mark had fully disappeared on me and was replaced by this one. I contemplated searching for the bastard that had the effrontery to do this when I heard a deep voice.
"Wait! The smell is coming from here, she is in the restroom." I heard.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I couldn't wait to make sense of my situation, my claws emerged and I rushed out of the restroom to attack whoever they were. I opened the door with full force and was about to sink my claws into the closest person when someone else held my hand in place.
"You!" The deep voice called out.
I batted my lashes as my eyes scanned through the bloodied hand that held mine in the air, the shape of my claw digging into it.
"You!" I mirrored Adrian's surprise.
"This is impossible!" I heard him say as he dropped my hand suddenly, almost breaking my wrist bone in the process.
"You attacked me earlier?" I paused slightly "and...marked me!"
Adrian scoffed "this must have been a kind of a freaking mix up somewhere moon goddess."
I just stared intently at him, I was certain of what I heard earlier, he had called me "mate." but I agree with him right there, there must be some kind of a mix up somewhere, Adrian Holt can never be my mate.
"I agree." I said, I brought out a white handkerchief from my clutch and covered my neckline with it. I turned away to leave when Adrian grabbed my hand suddenly.
"Leave us and never breathe a word of this to anyone."
Alpha compulsion! That was what he used on the two men that had followed him to search for me. They turned away to leave, I was displeased, such power is a weapon to use against the enemies not on his own men, Adrian was definitely still a boy internally not the older man he was pretending to be outwardly.
"Where is Raymond?" He didn't respond to me. I was pissed. "You threw the innocent boy against the freaking wall."
"Shut up Selena."
I wasn't forced into compulsion but somehow the next word I had planned to say died totally in my throat. Many of the guests watched as Adrian dragged me through the hallway. Like a lost puppy, I followed without rebelling. Thankfully his wound had healed but the bloodstain remained on his white shirt.
That moment something baffled me, why didn't I smell Adrian at all? I knew his scent but this new one. It was different , I guess his transition had finally happened.
But should I be worried about that when he was taking me to an unknown location?
We finally got to the private area of the Frost fang mansion. I stopped, I resisted Adrian's dragging. This was very familiar. I had lived here for three years, three miserable years!
"Where are we going?" I said each word with emphasis.
He didn't respond, instead he suddenly swept me off my feet and gathered me into his arms. The next I know was dropping down on a soft bed, Adrian's bed.
"What...what are you doing?"
I said as I attempted to get up on my feet, he pushed me down and hovered above me. Adrian Holt, my stepson was on top of me. I struggled to get up again but he kept pushing me down but when I wouldn't stop, he pinned my body down with his chest.
"Be still, I need to check something out." He whispered in my ear.
What followed was quick and merciless, my stunning red gown was torn into shreds, my perky breasts bouncing up in his face. I had no underwear on, I was ashamed, I could smell his arousal.
He turned my face around and inspected my neckline, he scoffed loudly and uttered a word that sounded like "the moon goddess had to be kidding me!"
"You are on heat, aren't you?" His cold voice said, staring down at me.
"Let me go, Alpha Adrian." I managed to say, my voice was about to betray me. I couldn't exercise my usual authority over him, my voice melted away slowly before I realized it.
"Are you on heat?" He said again, more firmly.
I tried to calculate it in my head, I should be ovulating right now but even if I wasn't, having myself pinned down by this extremely gorgeous man could make any woman wet and aroused, even his arrogance wasn't enough to make me hate this moment.
For the first time, I got an up close look at my stepson, Adrian's dark brown short hair was gleaming in the colorful chandelier, his oblong face with sharp jawline and pointed nose made him look like he was carved out of a fashion magazine, not that he hadn't been featured in several of that.
"It had to be done, I had marked you already."
Each of his words sent ripples down my spine, what the heck was he talking about, do what?
But I got my answer immediately, he ripped off his own shirt and his hands cupped my boobs.
" Adrian!" I swallowed hard as his hand tickled my perky nipples.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Mother!" He whispered into my ear.
I hate his arrogance! I should have pushed him away, but I couldn't. Adrian was right, I was in heat. For She-wolves, this was our most vulnerable time and having a mate find us at that time of the month is even more dangerous because we could never resist them, as I couldn't resist Adrian right now.
My legs parted voluntarily and I watched him slip two fingers into my cunt.
"Ouch!"
I moaned softly as I felt wetness between my legs. His eyes bore deeply into mine and at that moment, we didn't look like two adults that couldn't stand each other's presence.
I felt Adrian's erection sticking close to my stomach and his hot lip tracing kisses down my neckline where he had just marked me. Sense flew out of me as I succumbed to my body's yearning.
"Dare me to stop!" He whispered seductively into my ear.
My body shuddered in ecstasy, my mouth made a move, I wasn't certain if the words came out correctly but my wolf took the lead in the response "I dare you not!"
Adrian's lips twitched slightly. He brought it down and was about to take mine when a loud banging noise hit the door. Adrian retrieved himself from me suddenly when a voice screamed out loudly from the doorway.
"Alpha Adrian, there is a problem!"
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8.9
The Moon Goddess gave them a bond-Adrian gave his heart to someone else.
For three years, Luna Mira has lived in the shadow of her trauma, clinging to the comfort of an Alpha who felt like safety. until a grieving widow arrives and exposes the truth. While Mira struggles to heal, Adrian risks everything for another woman, showering her with the affection and gifts meant for his wife.
After a brutal betrayal on the streets of France, Mira learns that being a mate is destiny-but being a Luna is power. If Adrian won't choose her, she'll choose herself. and the most dangerous Lycan King in the world may already be waiting to claim what Adrian foolishly threw away.
9.7
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
7.1
On her eighteenth birthday, Melissa expected a fated mate bond and a future as Luna. Instead, she received a public humiliation that shattered her soul. Her childhood sweetheart, Kelan, rejected her for her best friend, and her own family sold her to the highest bidder like livestock, to Alpha Draven the Demon of Dark Moon Valley. He is a man twice her age, a tyrant who bought Melissa to break a dark bloodline curse. He expects an obedient pawn and a submissive wife.
He didn't expect a strategist. From the shadows of Draven's stone fortress, Melissa begins a cold-blooded campaign of revenge. She isn't just surviving; she's siphoning wealth, buying up her ex-mate's debts, and plotting a coup. But her plan hits a deadly snag when she touches Briston, the Alpha's son and heir. The spark is undeniable. The Moon Goddess has played a cruel joke and Melissa is fated to the son of the man who owns her.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
7.2
Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante.
When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan.
"Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side.
Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud.
When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison.
The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt.
Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper.
Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love.
Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart?
Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light.
She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug.
This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.
9.5
After months of tearing the continent apart, I finally found her. Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a ghost. Across the street, June looked peaceful, utterly unaware.
Then, a man stepped out, shielding her with an umbrella, his arm a casual, possessive claim. My heart stopped.
I unleashed my Alpha aura; June shivered, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turned, a mocking smile in his eyes. He knew.
Marcus broke ribs restraining my rage as June and Frankie drove away, taking the only light in my miserable world.
The 'Tabula Rasa' spell hadn't just erased her memory; it rewired her soul, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her scent gone, preferences changed. Agony shredded my mind; my power useless.
My magic failed, but I had other weapons. "Buy the street. Buy the shop. Buy every property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomorrow, I'd be Bren, a bankrupt man seeking solace, ready to reclaim what was mine.