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 4
Selena's POV
"Alpha Adrian, there is a problem."
Adrian jumped off me and made for the door. He wrenched it open, not minding that I was naked.
"Jerk!"
I hastily wrapped myself up in the bed spread. I was too ashamed to lift my head up but I listened in on his conversation with his beta Jerald.
"He is gone Alpha, he disappeared into thin air but strangely...we found a dagger close to where he landed.
"Keep me updated Jerald."
The next I heard was a slamming of the door. I cowered under the sheet as the reality of what I had done washed over me. I heard his footsteps , each exuding power.
"Lift your head." I heard Adrian say.
Reluctantly I got off the sheet but was too embarrassed to face him.
"I lost my appetite, get out now."
"Adrian!"
"You heard me Sel! I have no idea what the fuck the moon goddess was thinking but you and I can't......"
"Don't talk down to me like I am some freaking slut Adrian Holt, I have endured enough of that from you!"
"I am the Alpha of this pack Sel and everyone needs to obey....."
"Then I will have to denounce this pack if my integrity had to suffer because I was once Luna too."
We held each other's gaze longer than necessary. I saw it, Adrian was challenged. He turned around angrily. He made for one of his inner closets and returned. He threw a dress on my face.
"Cover the bouncing boobs, we don't need to show that to the public."
I was embarrassed! Reluctantly, I picked up the dress which was thankfully my size. I could smell a familiar scent on it, it must have belonged to Leila. One of the pack bitches that Adrian frolick around with.
Adrian opened the door and walked out on me. I was overwhelmed . I wouldn't be able to face everyone this way. The jerk had rejected me publicly and now he privately attempted to claim me like this.
This was too much for me to bear. I wore the dress and left the room. I made straight for my car. I left the Frostfang crowning ceremony and made it home. My roommate Jane was already fast asleep when I walked into the apartment. I didn't need any drama for the night like having to explain how my gorgeous red dress was torn apart so I didn't wake her up.
I silently tiptoed to my bed and draped the blanket over my head. I closed my eyes but I couldn't sleep. Everything replayed all over in my head. I was more concerned about Raymond who must have sustained some serious injury.
The next morning came more quickly than I anticipated. Thankfully, I didn't have too much to drink. I rushed through my morning routine while Jane just kept snoring in bed. She was never the early bird type. My phone kept blaring endlessly but I pretended not to hear it. Jack was a freaking idiot without time etiquette. After I had my breakfast and was done getting dressed for work, I wrote a short note and stacked it on Jane's forehead before I left.
Frost covered the whole street that it was difficult to see properly in the middle of that. I drove straight to the training center. After Adrian's rudeness to me on the pitch, I had attempted to pull out of the job but Jane encouraged me to retain it.
"I know you have enough money to retire you for another decade Selena but don't quit your job because of a mere spoiled brat!"
Spoilt brat! I scoffed internally, Adrian was mightier than a rich brat, he was the pack's Alpha, not that Jane knew any of that. She was a human but she was too garrulous to handle such confidential information so I kept it for her.
I do find an excuse not to return home every bloodmoon. I didn't want to hurt her unintentionally. Like me, she was a childless widow but she didn't inherit as much wealth I inherited from Alpha Holt but she was comfortable too.
I got out of the car, picked up my first aid bag and headed towards the training facility. After basic security protocol was done, I was allowed in. I marveled at how luxurious and accurate the pitch was from afar. Only the top hockey players were allowed in this training ground.
"Hi Doctor ."
"Hello you"
One of the human boys exchanged pleasantries with me and so did the others. As expected, the petty Adrian ignored me. He kept on dishing orders to his pack mates who were also a part of his team. I got myself a seat farther away from where he stood.
I watched the game diligently distracting my mind from my thoughts but each time Adrian's gaze locks on mine, I become frozen. He wasn't sparing me the embarrassment I felt at the coronation the previous day, how he grabbed my boobs.
"We need you here Doctor Ward." I heard behind me.
I picked up my box and headed straight for the human boy who had fallen down from the impact of a blow. I bent down and pulled up his top, he had a few bruises and obviously broken ribs. I knew one of Adrian's boys must have kicked him. Their team was named Frostfang wolves but a little percentage of it were actually human.
"Lay down and breathe slowly while I massage it."
He nodded affectionately while I placed my hands on his chest. I started massaging it in upward motion while spreading my healing energy across rebuilding his rib muscles. I was almost done when Adrian held out his hand and grabbed my wrist again.
My instinct was to protest but his words pierced my heart.
"I don't care if you die saving him but I won't condone your carelessness."
Adrian was right, I was careless. I checked my arms and I could see how much it had been sapped. One downside of healing power is that abusive use of it leads to fast aging.
Adrian dropped my wrist and walked away. Every eye followed him, not that they didn't know about the bad blood between us but nobody knew about the marking on my. I had kept it well hidden under the turquoise turtleneck dress that I had on.
"He would need a minor surgery now." I pointed out to the team captain who nodded affirmatively, thanked me before I walked away on my own.
I needed to make use of the restroom after dropping my stuff at a corner. After I was done. I made it to the dressing room and took off my dress. I inspected the huge wound that laid heavily on my neck, thankfully, it didn't look like it was infected. It only glowed when I shade it from light.
I wore my dress again. The day was already this boring. As I walked along the field, one of the younger players rushed up to me.
"Doctor Ward, your phone had been blaring since."
"Oh! Thank you."
I made for where I had kept my belongings, I picked up my phone, annoyingly enough, it was Jane's consistent call. I was to pick up the groceries today. I knew she would be calling to remind me about buying enough to last us the summer.
I reluctantly dialed the number, Jane's nagging voice was going to pop. It rang but she didn't pick it up at first. She picked it up at the second ring but a deep voice responded instead.
"Who is this?" I said slowly.
He asked me "Are you Miss Ward?"
"I am." I said slowly.
"My apologies,your roommate Miss Jane was murdered this morning."
"What?"
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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.