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No Gammas, I'm Your Stepsister

GAMMAS OF LUST SERIES 2šŸ’« Magdalene had thesame dream and thesame nightmare —Her stepbrothers. July, April, June and August are the karmas she lived with. They're all sexy as hell, and she feared them to core. But behind the mask of fear, was the girl who always had wet dreams of getting pucked by her karmas. Her nightmare disappeared and her dream finally came true when her mother and their father traveled for thier honeymoon. Magdalene was terrified, as well as happy but things didn't turn out the way she wanted... She caught July masturbating, helped April when he was drunk, got caught in June's bathroom but August the wild king of bullying rejected the mate bond between them immediately it sparkled. Despite that, everyday was sinful, lustful, and filled with fulfilment of her wet dreams not until... HIS DEATH!! Who died? What happened?
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Chapter 1

MAGDALENE’S POV

ā€œMum are you seriously leaving me with them?ā€

Mum took the last drag from her cigarette and crushed it beneath her heel. ā€œMoses is finally taking me out, are you suggesting I take you along?ā€

An ache stabbed through my head immediately. ā€œMum I can’t survive!!ā€ I pleaded. ā€œThose guys are scary. I can’t even survive a day with them. Can’t I stay at some guesthouse?ā€

She rolled her eyes, obviously frustrated. ā€œMarg don’t question me! It’s our first honeymoon after marriage, and this is the best time to get used to your brothers! For how long will you avoid them!?ā€

Brothers or should I say stepbrothers. The thought of them still felt foreign.

Two months ago, we moved into Alpha Moses Ernesto’s mansion and my constant heart palpitations started then. I was scared of his sons… No. Not that they never noticed me… they did but we lived in different worlds even though under same roof.

I couldn’t look them in the eyes for two second straight… they were intimidating as hell and also very hot as danger. Every night, my dreams would betray me with fantasies I’d never admit loud. I mean dreams where they saw me, talked to me and…

Now, Mum was going on a honeymoon with their father, and was leaving me to them all alone!!?

ā€œMarg ā€ Mum’s voice called me calmly. ā€œYou know the kind of shits we passed through after your dad’s death? Now that we have a better life, the least you can do is tryā€

ā€œBut Mum….ā€

She eyed me in a way that signaled the end of discussion. Two years ago, My father died and his family abandoned us. I love the fact that she moved on but these stepbrothers…

ā€œFineā€ I muttered. ā€œI’ll try to adjustā€

I helped mum take her bag, while she went to call the Alpha.

Since she’d given me a final warning, I knew she didn’t want to hear anything more about my concerns. Despite being twenty years old, I still had a respect and fear for mum that I can’t explain as most of my friends started living alone at my age.

While waiting at the parking lot to bid her final goodbye, a Rolls Royce pulled up. Gamma July, one of my stepfather’s quadruplets exited, smoking but looking handsome as well as scary as hell.

He cast a look of curiosity at me as he stopped — probably the first time he’d acknowledged my existence since we moved in. I held my breathe, and stared back at him without any words, frozen like an idiot.

My heart skipped a beat. Only if I could get to…

ā€œFuck it!ā€ July sneezed and left like I didn’t worth his greeting.

Mum appeared with Alpha Moses just as July left.

The Alpha patted my shoulder. ā€œYour mum told me about your fear of the boys. You don’t have to worry about anything. This is an opportunity to get close to them and make them your brothers for realā€

Make them my brothers? What a joke..

ā€œAlpha I can’t justā€¦ā€

ā€œMarg ā€¦ā€ Mum warned before I could finish, and I kept quiet immediately.

ā€œHave a safe trip and call me if anything comes upā€ I resigned finally.

Mum smiled and hugged me. ā€œNow that’s my good girl. Enjoy yourselfā€

ā€œMmmā€

I watched them board the car, and leave me alone to my doom.

My admission to the university hadn’t come through yet, and I had basically nowhere to go. I know no one around here!

ā€œFace your fears Magdaleneā€ I recollected what Dad would have said in this kind of situation.

I walked back into the mansion, ready to lie in bed all day and binge Netflix, when I heard a groan from July’s room.

ā€œā€˜July?ā€I wondered aloud, but shrugged and decided to leave. But my heart couldn’t be at rest. What is he doing?

Unable to contain my curiosity, I got up and tiptoed to his door. Thankfully April, August, and June the other brothers weren’t home yet to creep me out.

I stopped before his door and heaved a long sigh. ā€œit’s okay Marg …Get close to your brothersā€ Only if mum and Alpha Moses knew how much I’d been close to them in my dreams.

I vehemently shook my head. ā€˜He doesn’t even acknowledge you!’

Then I knocked on the door. ā€œHello? Did you need help?ā€

No response. I thought of leaving, but something still held me back. What if he needed help?

The groan sounded more like a moan, so I pushed the door the door opened without knocking anymore.

I staggered back at the scene before me.

He looked back immediately. ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€ he barked.

My jaw dropped in shock and utter dismay. This was worse than real fantasy. This was REAL!! July who’d never said more than two words to me was now naked in front of me and….

ā€œMa.. Ma$turbating?ā€ I asked aloud and foolishly because I seriously didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t look shocked. Some rows of his braided hair loosed, and I saw the trail of hair from his chest down to…

ā€œI’m sorryā€ I quickly apologized and turned.

ā€˜Fuck it Magdalene!!!! Why did you enter his room without knocking twice!!ā€ I yelled in my mind.

ā€œWhy did you come in here?ā€ he asked, spreading dread down my spine.

ā€œI.. I actually thought you… maybe you needed help…maybe?ā€

Since my back was turned to him, I couldn’t see his smirk, but I heard the sound of it. ā€œSo daring. Ma…. Marggi right?ā€

ā€œNo. Marg. Marg, as in Magdaleneā€ I corrected him, still shivering like a naked baby left out in the snow.

He was silent. I automatically believed he was done talking, so I took a step. ā€œThen. I’m leavingā€¦ā€

ā€œTo where?ā€ his voice suddenly stopped me, I froze.

Why was he asking me such questions? Where else would I go? ā€œI mean, seems like you’re busy. I should leave….ā€

ā€œYou came in to help me right?ā€

His voice started to scare me again, and the dreadful feeling I used to have whenever I saw him or his brothers intensified. ā€œY…Yes. I thought you needed helpā€¦ā€

ā€œThen help meā€ He demanded. ā€œTurn aroundā€

My heart seized. ā€œH.. Help you?ā€ my breath almost got lost as I slowly turned after asking that and saw that he was still naked! I threw my hand to my face immediately. ā€œPlease cover upā€

I wasn’t too experienced with the opposite sex as I never had a boyfriend before due to my strict mum. But I saw plenty things at college, watched a lot of X rated movies and had read several Magazines under the influence of my friends.

ā€œWhy acting like you never saw a naked male before?ā€ He scoffed again. ā€œHelp me bring my wolf downā€

Through my half close eyes, I saw him point to his bulging cock. It stuck like a gear handle and the cap so pink like a lollipop. ā€˜Damn you Magdalene! He’s your brother!’ I scolded myself quickly and shook my head.

ā€œI don’t think I can help you with thisā€

He took a step closer, the heat radiating from his body warmed against my body, and for the first time since I knew myself, I felt so horny like I was reading one of those sex Magazines.

I stepped back immediately. ā€œI better go. We’re siblings now and we shouldn’tā€¦ā€

ā€œYou’re not my sister, Magdalene!ā€ He affirmed, almost sounding like a command. ā€œWill you help me or not?ā€

Why should I help him? How would I help him? By sleeping with him or what? ā€œNoā€ I confessed. ā€œI don’t do things like thisā€

ā€œYou can goā€

Even though this was what I wanted to hear, it still felt hurtful but I shook it off. I should leave indeed.

I turned to the door, and reached for the handle, but something suddenly held me back making me stop.

It felt like a pull.

I stopped. Slowly turned back only to see the line I’d dreaded the most and had wished would appear only when I met someone that I loved.

The mate bond!!!

July was still naked and his other hand was on his cock, perhaps ready to resume stroking but the bond was tied to his other hand. He froze mid- motion, his eyes widening as he stared at the red glowing thread between us. ā€œWhat the fuck….ā€

Panic seized my heart. Mate? July is my mate?

ā€œYou can see it too?ā€ I whispered, my voice trembling.

He dropped his hand from his cock, the cocky smirk completely gone from his face. For the first time since I knew him… July was shaken, threatened and surprised. ā€œThis couldn’t be rightā€

ā€œI knowā€ I agreed quickly, my blood running hot and cold at the same time. ā€œThis is bad. You can reject me or anything. I don’t have a wolf and we’reā€¦ā€

ā€œStep siblingsā€ He finished, but his eyes were locked on the bond, watching it pulse between us. He took a step closer and it looked like the glow became brighter. ā€œFuckā€

I should have stepped back, ran or push him back or something… But my feet wouldn’t move.

ā€œDid you feel it?ā€ He asked, his voice now sexier and naughtier. ā€œThe bond between us?ā€

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

July’s jaw clenched. He looked like he was fighting something internally, his hands flexing at his sides. ā€œTell me to stop imagining your body, Magdaleneā€

ā€œWhat?ā€

ā€œTell me to stop and I willā€ his eyes finally met mine the intensity there made my knees weak. ā€œBecause if you don’t… I’ll do what we both want and will both regretā€

My breath caught. This was my out. My chance to run back to my room and pretend this never happened.

But God help me, I didn’t want him to stop.

ā€œI..ā€ I swallowed hard. ā€œI don’t want you to stopā€

The words were barely out of my mouth before he closed the distance between us. His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek as he searched my eyes. ā€œYou’re sure about this? Because once I start, I don’t stopā€

ā€œJulyā€¦ā€ I breathed and somehow, his name on my lips was his cue.

He kissed me hard and desperate, liked he’d been starving for it. I gasped against his mouth and his tongue swept in, claiming and demanding. My hands found his chest feeling the heat that matched my own.

ā€œDamn! You taste better than I imaginedā€ he whispered against my lips.

ā€œYou imagined?ā€ I managed to gasp out.

His laugh was dark, sexy. ā€œYou think I didn’t notice you watching us? Those little looks you thought we didn’t see?ā€

His hand slid down and grabbed my breasts. ā€œI noticed Magdalene… I saw youā€

He squeezed my nipple through my thin shirts. A gasp escaped my lips because I had no bra on!

ā€œFuck it. You’re so big!ā€ he complemented, his thumb brushing over my nipples through the fabric.

ā€œJulyā€¦ā€ I moaned, my head falling back.

ā€œSay it againā€

ā€œJulyā€¦ā€ I whimpered, and felt him shudder against me then suddenly stopped, breathing heavily, and grabbed my hand.

ā€œGrab itā€ His eyes pleaded, his hand commanding mine to his bulging cock. ā€œDeal with it as you deem fitā€

ā€œIā€¦ā€ My hands had caught the 7 inch warm cock. I gasped because it felt so good, then he pulled my head and tried making me bend.

ā€œNow be a good girlā€

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