My Stepbrother Vs My Fated Alpha

Liliana’s POV

The crystal water of the lake showed my reflection as I hovered along the banks, surprised to see myself in a wolf form, even though I did not have one. Perhaps I was not blessed with it, or it has not yet awakened. But I was already beyond the age of awakening, and until now, I have none.

‘Is this how I would look like if I had a wolf?’ I thought to myself.

The dead leaves rustled behind me, someone was approaching. The moment I turned around, I suddenly shifted back to a human form.

“Jason,” I uttered, recognizing the black wolf that stood in front of me. He took another step forward and shifted to his human self. Blood crept in my cheeks, making me blush as we faced each other— naked, and I could see all of his glory, flashed before me.

My nudity did not escape his tantalizing eyes that scanned every part exposed. A shiver ran up my spine as his gaze burned my skin. I breathed deeply and my chest rose in each intake. I wanted to cover myself in embarrassment, but a huge part of me was thrilled to see him watching me like I was a magazine model in his fantasy.

He closed the distance between us, and a gasp escaped my lips when his hand rested on my waist, his fingers curling on my skin as he held tighter— pleasurably. He pulled me closer, our skin colliding at the proximity, and I was instantly aroused, feeling the wetness that pooled in my privates, and his hard shaft that poked my abdomen. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my insides trembled in anticipation. His pupils dilated, the black color consuming the bluish irises of his eyes and he breathed as he grazed his lips on mine.

I have always wanted him, craved for him, every time he came by at home, I would always daydream of his warm presence against mine, and his hands that would touch me— travel all through my body.

Without any reservations, his hand palmed my mound, and his fingers slipped through the lips of my womanhood, then he started drawing circles on my sensitive nub. I whimpered, calling his name once more before his lips crashed onto mine.

He grabbed my thigh and lifted one leg off the ground to gain easier access as he delved a finger into my opening, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we continued kissing, his tongue darting inside my mouth mimicking the insertion of a finger under me, then another, and I moaned. I could feel our bodies getting hotter, and my private getting wetter as he pumped faster.

But the fire that was burning inside us, was suddenly quenched.

“What the fuck?!” I uttered in frustration as I felt myself drenched in cold water.

“Wake up, dumbass.” The voice made me groan in annoyance as I shot him a glare.

Mike, the Alpha of Sinister Pack; and unfortunately, my ever-evil stepbrother.

The impeded climax that I was about to reach clawed my insides, asking to be released. But now, I couldn’t. It was all a dream. A wild one, with the Alpha heir of the Oseron Pack—Jason Obiena. I bit my lower lip and pressed my legs together under the blanket before sitting up to look at the disturbance.

Standing a few feet away from me, holding a bucket, now empty, since he just poured it all on me.

“What is wrong with you?” I yelled at him.

“Do not shout at me, Liliana. It’s late, and you have school. Get up or I’ll drag you down myself.” Mike was clearly pissed off, but why does he care.

“Leave me alone. I’d go if I want to,” I bit back, taking the duvet to cover myself again, wanting to sleep and craving to get back to that dream.

“I can smell your arousal from here, Liliana,” he smirked, mocking me. “What were you dreaming about?” He pulled the covers off my body and exposed my legs, but what embarrassed me more was being caught of being in-heat in my dreams.

I saw how his eyes shifted black, the pupils dilating, and his breathing was deep and controlled.

The arousal that coated the air in my room, filled his nostrils, giving away what I had been dreaming wild in my sleep.

“It’s none of your business. Get out!” sitting up and pointing at the door.

“Was it Jason?” he chuckled condescendingly, and a blush tainted my cheeks, embarrassed that I had been found out.

“How delusional. Do you think he would like you?” he walked closer to me, hitting the end of the bed. He bent down and grabbed my hair, pulling it back to tilt my head and look me in the eyes. His eyes were cold, distant, and filled with a dismissive disdain that made me feel small.

“Never, Liliana. He is an heir to his father’s pack, and he would never like a wolfless bitch like you.” Mischief played in Mike’s eyes as he observed my face, and I controlled the pricking tears in my eyes not to fall on my cheek. His grip on my hair went tighter as I fought to be freed, carefully not to touch my lips on the button of his pants that was only a few inches away from my parted lips.

“Why are you treating me like this? Just leave me alone.”

I was branded as a loser and a low life because I have no wolf. I was treated differently, controlled, and ordered around. I had always wondered whether I was not endowed by the Moon Goddess to have a wolf, or I was just a late bloomer, hoping that soon I could awaken the wolf inside me.

Mike took in a last look at my vulnerable state as if fighting his wolf from going feral, his eyes shifted darkly to his hazel green ones before he released his grasp on my hair, “You are not worthy of respect, you don’t have a wolf in you. Even the gods know what you are, a loser who doesn’t deserve to be gifted with a wolf.”

Once again, I was reminded of what I truly was in his pack, a nobody who’s got the lowest status of an Omega. The Omegas in the pack were the servants, but even they had a wolf, except for me. Despite being adopted by Mike’s parents when I was still a kid which could have given me a better position in the pack, I was still thrown to be an Omega as ordered by my Alpha — Mike.

“Dress up quick, and go to school,” he ordered again but I hesitated to go. I do not like following his orders. But sometimes, I could not do anything about it. “And by the way, there will be a pool party tonight. I want you to remain inside your room and never come out. Do you understand?” he ordered. It was not a matter of choice, it was an order from the Alpha.

But I was a stubborn one, “Why not?” I questioned.

“All Omegas are not allowed to attend the party, Jason will be there so we must at least show some respect. So stay inside. Do not embarrass me to the other pack.”

“No, I will come,” I insisted, thinking about Jason. I was excited to see him again. His dark blond curls and blue eyes, his charming smile, and slightly tanned skin, and his voice that bends ladies to their knees — including me.

“Stop being delusional,” Mike growled. “Do not humiliate yourself. An Alpha heir like Jason would only look down on someone like you who wasn’t even endowed with a wolf.”

“I… I just want to—“ In a swift motion, Mike’s hand was already wrapped around my throat, cutting off my words as I fell back on the mattress of the bed, the Alpha hovered on top of me, dominating, and forcing me to submission and obedience. He was seething. His sharp jaw was clenched in anger, and I choked at the tightness of his grip, cutting my airway as I struggled to breathe. But this is no longer new to me. Every time I went against him, he would punish me to teach me a lesson. But I still disobey him because sometimes, his orders are irrational, and I just hate that he tries to take control of my life.

He leaned down and breathed in my ear, “To what? See him?” his voice was raspy and deep, and our position reminded me of what I had seen in my dream, causing my legs to press tighter together to control the throbbing in my thigh despite reminding myself that he is not Jason.

“No. I am warning you, Liliana. Stay in your goddamn room tonight.”

His fingers shifted to my jaw, letting me breathe for a while and I wriggled from his firm grip, wanting to be released, but he held my wrists down.

“Do not test me, Liliana. You know what happens to naughty girls, right? They get punished,” he threatened. I could feel his gaze glued on the freckles under my eyes, which I badly wanted to cover up. It was the only insecurity I had of myself. They don’t look good. People find them ugly, and I was bullied when I was a kid because of it, so I always cover them with makeup every time I leave the safety of my room.

His thumb brushed my lower lip as he whispered once more, “Again, stay in your fucking room tonight, or else.” He released my jaw abruptly, causing my head to turn to the side, and said, “Get dressed, the car’s waiting.”