My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother

Ellen “You aren’t supposed to be with Oscar - you’re supposed to be with me, Ellen.” I stare at my stepbrother in disbelief. “Woah, wait a minute…did you just say what I think you did, or have I had too much alcohol?” ”You heard me correctly,” he says in a seductive tone. “I want you, even if you are my stepsister.” Wait, what? This time around, I almost choke on the straw of my martini. I did not hear him wrong. My stepbrother, the Alpha of our pack, just declared that he wants me - am I hallucinating?! I must have heard him wrong - I’m convinced of that, but then Christian leans forward over the table inside the bar and looks at me with those intense blue eyes that never fail to give me butterflies. He isn’t smirking or teasing me like usual. My stepbrother is serious for once, which rarely happens. It makes my heart race. Was he always so tall and handsome? I nervously wet my lips and shrink back into my seat. “W-what do you want?” “You,” he says, smiling confidently down at me with his elbows resting on the table. “You are the only thing on my mind. “ Is he serious? “Are you drunk?” I hiss. “No,” he smiles. Though, the expression is hesitant, as if he isn’t sure he should be telling me this. For the first time in history, he looks vulnerable. “I want you.” Despite his gentle expression I narrow my eyes. “This isn’t funny if it’s a joke…” “It’s not a joke.” I stare at his handsome face in total shock. “B-but I’m with Oscar.” “Breakup with him - for me,” he says, reaching out his large hand to cup my cheek. When I shiver in response to his touch, a sly smile spreads over his lips. “Do you know why you like it so much when I touch you? It’s because you and I are meant to be, Ellen. You’re my mate and the future Luna of the Angello pack.” I’m his…mate? But…how? I’m already nineteen years old, and we don’t have a mate bond!? I haven’t felt anything like that when I’m near him, but…my stepbrother is so pretty. Too pretty. My pulse hammers against my neck, and even though it’s wrong to kiss the guy you grew up with, I’m about to lean in and kiss him. Is it really that different from kissing a childhood friend? Is it wrong that the taboo of it all is turning me on? Christian might be my stepbrother, but we have always had a spark. I don’t want to fight it anymore. I want to give in and surrender to my desire to be with him. Looking at Christian’s full lips makes me grow hot under my skin. He looks so lovely tonight. I can barely resist his blue eyes, perfect skin, dark hair, and expensive suit, which, to be honest, I want to see on the floor. I want to see Christian naked, especially now when he is being nice to me instead of being an annoying prick of a stepbrother. My stepbrother being nice feels like the old times, back when we were best friends, but maybe this could turn into something more? What if there is a spark here? I need to taste him to see what it feels like— “ELLEN, YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!” I wake up with a start, groggy and utterly confused by my strange erotic dream. What the hell is wrong with me? Did I really just dream about wanting to kiss my own freaking stepbrother?! Something is wrong with me. I need bleach for my brain to get that almost-kissed Christian scene out of my head. “ELLEN! “ “I AM UP! QUIT YELLING! “ I’m about to get dressed, but I pause when I realize I’m wet between my legs. Jesus Christ. Why the flipping heck am I horny? Even my n*****s are hard! There is a sudden knock on my bedroom door. “Do I have to come in and drag you up from your bed myself?” Speaking of the devil - the person outside my door is Christian himself. He sounds very irritated, probably because he promised to drive me to school, and if I’m late for the first day of my freshman year, then he is late for the first day of his senior year. “Are you deaf? I am up already! “ “Good, “Christian replies. “You ready to leave in ten? “ I look down at my phone, which is a bad idea. When I see the date on my phone, more stress and anxiety form a tight knot in the pit of my belly. Not only is it my first day of college, but I lost my parents in a terrible car accident on this very same day four years ago. That’s why I’m living with the Angello family - my father was the Beta of the Angello pack, and when he died, Christian’s dad, the Alpha, took me in. They treat me like I’m one in the family, and I’m very grateful. Oh, and my mom and Christian’s dad used to be married. They found out they were mates after we were born, but things didn’t work out for them. They divorced each other but got off and on, and that is how we are considered to be step-siblings. Our family was very dysfunctional. My dad never forgave my mom for cheating on him, yet we all did things together as a family, and that is how they died - my parents were in the same car headed for the same place and died together. And after my mom died, Christian’s dad went back to being with his mother. “Ellen?” Christian opens the door. I shriek the second I see his face poking in and hastily grab my blanket, covering up my naked chest and body. “Ever heard of privacy?!” I shout and throw a fluffy, white pillow at him. Christian easily dodges the flying pillow before stepping in, staring at the pillow that is now by his feet. “Wow, you freaking suck at aiming,” he teasingly shakes his head at me with his big arms crossed over his chest. It should be illegal to be so annoying and attractive at once. “Want big brother Christian to teach you how to throw?” “Get out of my room!” I hiss. “I am half-naked! “ Christian doesn’t care about that. He walks up to my desk, carefully grabbing my latest painting with interest shining in his curious eyes. A blush spreads over my face. I don’t know why, but I find it scary that Christian is looking at my latest piece of art. It’s like he sees me naked - a part of my soul is exposed on the paper in his hands. “I don’t understand why you suddenly changed your mind to study law instead of art,” he looks up from the paper, smiling faintly at me. It feels like he can see right through me, and I cast my eyes down at my lap. “I love to draw and paint, but it won’t pay my bills in the future…” “Does that matter?” he asks. “Is money more important than doing what you love?” I breathe a laugh. “No, but I’m not a billionaire - I’m not you, Christian. I’m not the Alpha of the Angello pack - I need to earn money someday like all normal mortals.” He smirks. “I think you could earn money on your hobby,” his eyes travel back to the painting, and he looks proud. “You’re an excellent artist and belong in a studio. Werewolves worldwide would form beelines to see your paintings - humans too.” I stare at him, shocked at the compliment. I never expected such words to come out of his mouth. I’m about to thank him, but that’s when there is another knock on the door. I turn my head and see Christian’s mom - Claire - smiling at me. “Oscar is here,” she says. “I let him inside the living room. He is waiting for you there. I told him you weren’t dressed yet.” Christian frowns. “I guess you don’t need to ride with me since your boyfriend is here to save the day,” he turns around. “Have a nice day.” I have no idea why his words unsettle me or why I’m disappointed that Oscar is here. We have been dating for two years, and I should be excited that he is here. Instead, I’m…fuck. Why am I thinking about that strange dream? Gah, I need to stop thinking about kissing my own stepbrother. Somehow, I manage to get dressed and leave my room. “Christian!” Claire roars. “You can’t wear that shirt!” “Why not?!” Christian is standing in the hallway a couple of feet away from me. “I like this shirt. It’s my favorite one.” “You’re twenty-three years old - surely you must realize that your shirt smells like freaking cheeseballs!” Claire groans. “And you date so many girls that it’s a miracle no one has said anything!” Christian sighs. “Fine, I will wear another one…” I pause when Christian’s hands travel down to the hem of his shirt. A sane and normal sister would turn around to mind their own business, but I stand there like a creep, entirely frozen when his six-pack is revealed to the naked eye. He is shockingly beautiful underneath it - taut golden skin draped over ridiculous muscles. Holy s**t. When did my loser of a stepbrother get so ripped? It must be because of the stupid sport he plays - hockey - and wait, is that a silver piercing in his left n****e?! Okay. That is hot. A gasp leaves my mouth, and Christian turns around, smirking when he catches me looking at his shirtless body. “Are you checking me out, Ellen?” My face burns with embarrassment. “O-of course not!” I turn around. “You’re my stepbrother, and I have a boyfriend.” “Can he really be called your boyfriend when he hasn’t even kissed you yet?” I gasp. “Motherfucker, did you read my diary again?!” My anger grows when amusement flashes over Christian’s stupidly pretty face. I want to hit him for reading my diary. I warned him not to do it again after finding out he had been reading my journals before bed. I told him there would be consequences and that I would beat his ass if I found him invading my privacy again. I don’t care that he is the future Alpha - I could take him! A growl escapes my lips, but it turns into a shriek when Christian places a hand on my shoulder and peers down into my eyes. Gosh, he is so tall. I’m shocked and intimidated all at the same time. I have to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when he steps forward, my back hits the wall, which amuses him. It looks like he is trying not to laugh. I grow uneasy. “W-what do you want?” I ask, trying to sound tough. Christian smiles. “I just wanted to remove this—” he brushes the digit of his thumb over my cheek, removing a loose eyelash. I stare at it, and his lips curl by the corner. “Make a wish, Ellen,” he whispers and leans close to whisper into my ear. “And make it good - maybe sleeping with me for real would be better than in your dreams. Or maybe I’m wrong? You moan my name a lot in your sleep.” Do I? And what the f**k! How does he know that?! My eyes widen. “I…I don’t moan in my sleep.” “You do - the walls are paper-thin. But don’t worry,” Christian leans back and winks at me. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me.” “Secret?” I ask. “What secret?” “That you want me, of course.” I inhale sharply. “I don’t want you!” I push at his chest, but the bastard doesn’t even budge. He just looks down at my hands and smiles. “Was I supposed to feel that, Short Stuff?” “Gah!” I throw up my hands in the air, and then I glare at him. “f**k you, Christian!” I give him the finger and turn around. “You’re such a dick.” “A d**k that you want.” “Oh my god… I can’t believe you f*****g said that. You’re just…unbelievable and so freaking full of yourself,” I turn around, beyond pissed off at this point. Christian has gone too far this time with his jokes. “You’re my stepbrother, Christian. Stop messing around.” “...what if I’m not messing around?” For a brief moment, I stand as still as a statue, but eventually, I walk out of the room and mutter, “Go f**k yourself, Christian…” Those words are meant to end the conversation and make Christian angry - it’s a shock when I hear him chuckle. And even more of a surprise when my heart flutters. I can’t have the hots for my own stepbrother, right?! I have a boyfriend!