Marked By My Stepbrother: His Secret Obsession

Arya’s POV

He slammed me into the wall, grabbing my ass cheek, desperate and longing for something.

His lips clashed against mine hungrily, like a vicious feral beast.

I barely had time to register it all, but I moaned, too ecstatic to call it off.

“We shouldn't..." I whispered; immediately he pulled out. “This is wrong.”

They were both panting heavily.

He grabbed my chin, roughly. Painful. His hot breath cascaded on my face as he stared with lust. “I do whatever I want with you, Arya.” I gulped, "You know why? Because I own you.”

I caught sight of his veins, bulging like he was trying to hold back something in.

"I…I am your sister…” I said softly; he cut me off.

“Step-sister," he corrected, not giving me any chance.

His hands slid back into my core, a gasp escaped my lips, and tears brimmed in my eyes.

“What if the alpha finds out? He'll kill me for sure.” I pushed his chest slightly, but he was stronger.

“Let me worry about that.” His fingers played with my clits. He rained kisses on my neck; I was already soaked for him.

I palmed my mouth to keep it from making other lustful sounds. "Take your hands off your mouth. Your moans are music to my ears.”

I obeyed.

“You're already wet for me.” He chuckled deeply. “Want me to fuck your cunt?”

I closed my thighs; he noticed it and widened my legs. My core throbbed against his thrust, his other hand widening my legs.

Everything felt so rushed, wrong, and forbidden.

I don't want this; I shouldn't, but it felt so good. More than I have ever felt in years.

Then pain exploded from my neck, like fangs sinking into my skin.

“Ow.” I yelped, "Did you just mark me?”

I uttered, in disbelief.

“Now, everyone would know who truly owns this pussy.” His breathing became ragged.

“You won't like this as much as I do.” He softened.

I nodded.

“Then stop fighting it.”

*************

Wet liquid courses through my body, making me jump to my feet, awakened from my dream.

“I called your name forever, and here you are still sleeping.” Laura barked at me, a glass cup over my head.

She had poured me water.

I sprang to my feet, my legs wobbly, but I gained my balance.

“I overslept. "Sorry." I bowed my head slightly.

“You better be,” she said, folding her arms. “Get my dress ready; I will be leaving for the event in a few.”

She swayed out of my room, if you could call it that.

The alpha, or should I say, father, had given it to me in compensation for not throwing me a party for my twentieth birthday.

Not that it mattered anyways since I was basically a slave here.

I wrapped a scarf around my neck; the mark was still visible and raw even after seven years.

I rushed to the laundry to get Laura's clothes, then went into her bedroom.

It was a lot bigger than mine and more beautifully decorated too.

She had everything in the world, a spacious room, and a wardrobe filled with expensive clothes.

And I got nothing.

Laura and I are twins, Fartenel twins, and because I look nothing like any of my family, my father assumed my mother had slept with another man.

And so, I was being treated like an outcast.

I finished with her clothes and headed back to the kitchen, where I was assigned my duties as a chef.

I met with the other maids, and we prepared breakfast.

“Why do you always have that scarf on?” "Lilith, my only friend," said.

I smiled at her; she was brought here since her parents died, and she found comfort in me.

“It's um...chilly," I lied, making an omelette.

“You always have it on you, even in summer.” Her brows rose. “Don't you feel hot?”

“What are you two doing?” Madam Grace yelled from outside; she spotted us slacking.

“We'll talk later," I said, barely able to avoid her suspicions.

Laura loves eating in her room, and I didn't know the reason. Every day, I make her meals and bring them to her at a specific time.

Sometimes when I come late, she throws a tantrum and throws food on my face or tells Madam Grace to suspend my morning food. Or for days.

I wasn't going to let her get to me. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.

Today was an exciting day for me, because I was going to visit Brad today.

I dreamt of it and planned out everything weeks back.

I made him some cake using leftovers from Laura's birthday; I wanted to surprise him.

Of course nobody knew I was dating him; I also couldn't believe I would find love myself considering I am a wolfless Omega with no intention of ever finding a mate.

No one ever wanted a Wolfless Omega, except Brad.

He made me feel special, feelings I had no words for.

At exactly eight on the dot, I marched to Laura's door but halted immediately when I heard moans from her room.

Laura was promiscuous and loved to rub it in my face a lot, a habit I hated her for.

I couldn't care less; it was her life anyway.

The door was slightly ajar; I raised my hands to knock but paused.

"Oh, Brad," Laura's voice, undoubtedly in climax.

Brad?

Did she say Brad?

I must be hearing things.

“That's the spot, Brad. More, more.” She chuckled.

The tray of food slipped from my fingers, and without thinking, I pushed the door open only to find Laura riding Brad.

My Brad.

“Brad?” My voice cracked; they both were completely naked, staring at me.

“Arya, what are you doing here?” He quickly put on his pants.

“How long has this been going on?” I shouldn't be speaking up like this, especially when Laura is around, but I was on the verge of losing my mind.

“It's not what it looks like.” Brad pleaded,

“It is exactly what it looks like, Arya.” Laura marched up to me in her garment. “So it is true that the good-for-nothing Arya has a boyfriend. And yet you pretend to be so innocent. Prude.”

“If you knew I liked him, why did you do this?” I teared up, speaking up to my sister for the first time.

Sure, I might get slapped in the face for this. I was burning with the desire to know.

“I want to see you suffer, just like you made Mom suffer.” Her voice dropped deadlily.

“I didn't do anything to Mom, I told you that.” I raised my voice as the tears blinded my eyes.

A slap whipped my face from Laura. "Are you yelling at me?”

I dropped my face. "No," I said quietly.

“Good, because this is only a punishment for killing Mom."

“I didn't kill her.” I mumbled; fortunately she didn't hear that.

"I promise you that I'll make your life a living hell.” She paused, staring at me with disgust.

“What did I ever do to you?” I regretted those words immediately as they came.

“Everything. You took everything from me. My whole life was tied to Mom, but you let her die.”

“I did not…"

“You fucking bastard,” Laura lunges at me, kicking my legs till I drop to my knees.

“I'll kill you, Arya; you'll regret ever coming across me.”

I laid curled up on the tiles, protecting my head with my hands as Laura stomped on me.

“Just die already,” kick.

“You worthless piece of shit.” Stomp.

“You don't deserve the luxury of living in a pack,” she yelled.

“What's all this commotion?”