Chapter 1 Same old story

Adam couldn't believe it. His dick had hardened after seeing his stepsister's butt. He wanted to cover it all up, but his stepsister was faster than him. She started stroking his penis through her pants.

'What are you doing, Anna! 'Adam was taken aback.' Don't do that! 'he said, flushing his face and shaking her hand away.

'Why did you stop me? You obviously like it. You're hard because of me, 'Anna said, trying to grab it again, but Adam grabbed her hand.

"What are you trying to do? You have to stop this madness. Yes, I'm hard, but that's only because you're on top of me."

"Yes, I'm lying on top of you, you like it." Anna replied.

'I don't like it. Just leave me alone. Remember you're my stepsister. You can't do that, 'said Adam firmly.

Anna's heart felt pain. Adam always rejected her, and she was not even related to him. She had reason to believe that Adam hated her... What should she do to make Adam accept her?

***

After posting the latest Chapter on the computer screen, a satisfied smile appeared on my face. This is a stepsibling erotic story. And I couldn't have predicted that it would be several times more popular than I thought. And it's growing. This is a story that a reader suggested I write about my stepsibling, and they thought it must be hot. Sure enough, so I enjoyed reading the comments.

As usual. I scrolled through the comments of my story, the first one read, "This story is super insane, it's hot and a bit funny, am really enjoying it."

My face beamed up with joy after reading it, it feels so great when your efforts are appreciated

I browsed through all my comments, they were all very positive and encouraging, until I looked at the last comment, that's when my smile faded away.

“The story seems to be over idealized like the author has never had great sex or something,” one reader wrote.

"Alas." I took a deep, dejected breath. The truth was indeed cruel. Today I turned eighteen, and I was still a virgin. Who would have thought that a writer of erotic novels would actually be a virgin in real life?

What makes matters worse is the head cheerleader Amber Blackwood and her minions. They wouldn’t stop reminding me of my inadequacy.

I stood up from my bed, walked to the mirror and gazed at my reflection, and my heart sunk.

My face full of freckles, messy red hair, the rare color of my hair amongst the werewolves had made me be marked a freak also. My big harry potter glasses, everything about me had made me become an outcast, a laughing stock for everyone my age. Who would want me?

And being born a hybrid werewolf, made matters worse.  I’m the lowest of the low. Even omegas, the weakest of our kind, get more respect than me. This is the reason why am friendless so I seek escape from reality with the help of my novels.

No matter how many times I pleaded with Mom to leave this toxic community, she would always tell me that Dad would miraculously show up one day, and she hoped we would be here when Dad appeared. I couldn't refuse Mom.

So I was trapped in this hell, forced to endure its relentless onslaught of torment.

My thoughts drifted back to the novel, and I took a deep breath. I wanted to make the sex scenes feel real, but in reality, I had no idea what real sex felt like.

I sighed in frustration. At that moment, my Fenrir stirred within me. I could always sense her presence, she was always there, always watching me.

“Hey, girl,”Nixx’s voice whispered in my mind. “I think it’s time you found a boy to, you know…get cozy with.”

I rolled my eyes, though a part of me agreed. My novel needed to get better, to feel real and what better way to get it than through experience?

“But who?” I thought back to Phoenix “I’m a nerd, remember? Guys like Ryder don’t exactly flock to me.”

Ryder, captain of the school ice hockey team, he was every girls heart throb, including mine. I’ve had a crush on him ever since middle school but would never confess my feelings to him, I wouldn’t dare. There is no chance a hot, drop dead gorgeous jock like him, would even turn eyes my way. Impossible!

Nixx chuckled from inside of my head, her tone husky. “Oh, Ryder, huh? Well, so he’s the one you’ve been crushing on.”

“Noo,” I blushed in embarrassment. There wasn’t really anything much to hide, Nixx knew each and everything about me, ever since I was 16, my amazing wolf and best friend as been with me through each and everything, the bad, the good and the ugly.

“He’s definitely a hot fella but we’ll know tomorrow if he’s the one.”

My frustration was driven away, and nixx was right. As werewolves, 18 is the day every werewolf smells his significant other. And only if both parties meet 18 will their wolves smell each other. Ryder is a year older than me, and apparently he hasn't found his mate yet. I hope his mate is me.

Thinking of this, I look forward to going to school tomorrow. Even if I will suffer the humiliation of the cheerleader and her minions.

“Tomorrow, at school,” Nixx replied. “I’ll be paying attention to his smell. If he’s our mate, I’ll know. And if he’s not…well, we’ll keep looking.”

I smiled, feeling excited to finding out who our mate was. I had waited for this moment all my life. The moon goddess will finally grant me the mate of my dreams, Mr. perfect. He will have a good sense of humour, so he will always make me laugh a lot. Secondly, even when I don’t speak a word, he would know how I feel. He will love me for me, he will have an athletic body but not overly built. He won’t have any tattoos, he won’t be rude and will never use swear words.

Plus he will be good at sex, that way we will have amazing sex every day and night. I believe the moon goddess will grant him to me.

I went into sweet dreams with fantasies, so the next day, I overslept. If it weren't for my mother's shrill voice, I would definitely have slept into the afternoon.

“Haven, don’t forget you have school today!” My mom’s voice came in breaking the spell of happy thoughts I had been locked in.

Panic set in as I glanced at my wrist watch. I was so running late!

“Coming, Mom!” I yelled, rushing to grab my backpack, not forgetting my glasses. I double checked my schedule to make sure I had everything I needed for my classes.

“Everything …check, check, check,” I muttered to myself, tossing in my lunch and water bottle.

As I rushed out of my room, Mom reminded me, “Don’t forget your lunch money, sweetie!”

“Got it, Mom!” I replied, snatching the cash from the kitchen counter.

I sprinted out the front door, my backpack bouncing behind me. The school bus was already waiting at the curb, its engine rumbling.

“Hey, Haven!” the bus driver called out as I got up the steps. “Cutting it close today, aren’t you?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Just a little, Mr. Eric.” I always sat next to him because he was the only person that would talk to me, none of my fellow students would risk being seen talking to a freak like me that would ruin their reputation.

“Hey kiddo, do you wanna hear about my adventure in the A****n rain forest?” He asked his face full of excitement.

“Of course,” I nodded.

Mr. Eric was a nice and kind man, he used to be a tour guide so he always had good adventurous stories to share, so I really enjoyed sitting next to him. I collapsed into my usual seat, catching my breath. Another crazy day was right ahead. But I was ready to Bring it on!

* **

I entered into class, when suddenly I started to hear whispers spreading like bush fire, laughter erupted from every corner of the classroom, the strange thing was that I could feel all their eyes on me.

Confused, I looked up at the E board where most faces were turned, that’s when I saw it. An embarrassing photo of me in the school bus from this morning, I was sleeping with my mouth wide open, really wide! It was on the damn classroom screen, with stupid captions written on it in red marker “ Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive who makes people least interested in sex.”

My fists curled up in anger and my fingers dug deep inside my flesh. I stood up, my gaze searched the class looking for that one culprit I knew was responsible for this, that stupid cheerleader.

“Ember!,” I whispered to myself.

That stupid bitch, there she was smirking proudly at me. She was looking stunning as always, her hair strawberry blonde, tied in long high pony tail, flowing down her back in long waves, her eyes hazel, with thick fake eyelashes, dark lipstick and mascara. Ember was naturally a flawless beauty but she did too much to prove it to everyone else, it was like she wasn’t confident about her looks. Who even wears that much make up everyday? Only Ember Blackwood does.

I’ve known Ember ever since we were kids, infact their house is right infront of ours and that’s also something on my 101 list as to why we should leave that neighborhood. For some reason the girl hates me and has always made my life a living hell.

“Ugh, do you ever take a look at yourself in the mirror, Haven, I mean your hair, it’s so… messy,” Ember said, rolling her eyes, making the whole class laugh.

I felt a sting, I still couldn’t believe she was doing it infront of the whole class, no one even tried to stop her, after all no one liked me at school, I was a no body, a friendless freak that everyone one ran away from like I was a disease that would infect them.

Her best friend Vanessa chimed in, adding to her comments. “I mean, seriously, who wears freckles like they’re a badge of honor?”

I felt my face heat up with rage but before I could react, the classroom door swung open, a tall, effortlessly super cool figure strode in, all heads turned to Ryder the captain of the hockey school team, he flashed a charming smile, his bright blue eyes scanning the room. He winked at some random girls who giggled sheepishly.

My heart was racing at a very fast rate just at the sight of him, I felt like I could die of a heart attack any moment from now but I would die a happy girl with Ryder’s smile the last thing on my mind.

Heads turned, whenever he passed, drawn to his charismatic presence like magnets. His chiseled features, messy blond hair, and athletic build made him the school's heartthrob. He was the sun that everyone orbited around.

Ember looked up at him and blushed like a lovestruck middle school girl “Ah, Ryder, am glad you could join us.”

Ryder’s gaze swept the room, his eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting moment. I felt a flutter in my chest, but he quickly looked away, his attention already claimed by the Queen Bee.

Ember batted her eyelashes at me before turning back to him. “Hey, Ry,  I was just wondering… would you ever be interested in Haven?”

My heart skipped a beat as I nervously stared at Ryder, awaiting his response.

He paused, his expression twisting as if he had been insulted. “Are you kidding me? She’s a half-breed, Em. I wouldn’t dare tarnish my reputation with… that.” He looked away from me like I was a pest or some kind of rodent.

His words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I wasn’t yet to give Ember the satisfaction that she had hurt me.

Ember giggled. “Oh, Ryder baby,you’re so funny.”

“I know, baby girl,” his lips touched Ember’s, his piercing gaze locked onto mine as he pushed his tongue all the way into her mouth, his eyes blazing with disgust at me.

They were practically making out infront of the whole class, their kiss was making my skin crawl. He pulled away from Ember, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Get the hell away from me, Haven. You’re not even in my league.”

His words cut deep, the venom in his tone making me feel like I was nothing. His eyes raked over me, as if I was trash, something he couldn’t bear to look at. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, my face burning with shame but I wasn’t ready to let them step on me like I was a rag. My mom didn’t raise me to become prey for every lunatic out there.

I took a deep breath, letting my anger fuel my thoughts. “And what’s more, Ryder, you’re not even intellectually compatible with me. I’m a thinker, a dreamer. You’re just a shallow jock. You two deserve each other. You’re both shameless.”

Ember’s face twisted in a snarl. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you, Haven?” she spat, raising her hand to hit me.

But seems today wasn’t completely unlucky for me, Mr. Bryson appeared, grabbing Ember’s arm. “That’s enough, young lady,” he said firmly. “We don’t tolerate violence in this school.”

Ember shot me a venomous glance before storming off. I watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions: hurt, anger, but also a sense of pride. I had stood up for myself, even if only in my own mind.

Mrs. Bryson turned to me, concern etched on his face. “Miss Richmond, are you okay?”

I nodded, still trying to process everything. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But deep down, I knew I wasn’t. My heart still ached, and the memory of Ryder’s words were going to take forever to heal.

I went through the rest of the day, my heart still heavy from Ryder’s harsh words. But as I walked out of my last class for the day, my wolf stirred within me, she must have sensed my distress. She nuzzled my mind, offering me comfort.

“Don’t worry, Haven,” she whispered. “We’re better off without him. He’s not worthy of our love.”

I agreed, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. My wolf and I were a team, and we didn’t need anyone else to complete us.

“But will we find our true mate today?” I wondered as hope of finding him just kept on dying from inside me.

“Am not sure dear,” my wolf’s response was uncertain. She had never sniffed our mate’s scent before, and I couldn’t sense him either. It was as if he was a ghost, invisible to our senses.

After school, I walked over to my locker, lost in thought. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my head, like a dagger piercing my mind.

“Ohh..Goddesss!”  cried out, clutching my forehead.

Who the hell just yanked my hair?!

My wolf growled, sensing my distress. “What’s wrong, Haven?”

But I couldn’t answer. The pain was too intense, too overwhelming. I stumbled backwards, my vision blurring.

“Stop it, please!” I shouted, trying to pull free from her grip.