MAEVE
Four years ago, my mother, who has been single for almost 15 years, announced that she was getting married again. I was happy for her. After Dad's death, she had dedicated her whole life to raising me to the point that she couldn't make time for herself. So when she announced she was getting married, I was over the moon for her.
My excitement watered down a little when I met her fiancé, and he was none other than the Alpha of Moon Walker Pack. He was far out of our reach. He wasn't just a wolf; he was also an alpha when we were humans. I tried to talk Mom out of it, tried to make her see reasons why becoming a Luna was too much of a burden for her to bear, but she was in love with him. And when I met him, I realized he loved her a lot too.
When they got married, Mom wanted me to move in with her, but I turned it down. One, because I wanted my freedom and to grow on my own without the influence of being the alpha's stepdaughter.
And two, because I couldn't bear to live in such close proximity with my new stepbrother, Lucien Thorne.
From the minute I met him, he had made it clear he didn't like me and that he sees my mom and me as gold diggers. I didn't exactly blame him. If I didn't know my mom well enough, I'd have thought she married him for his status alone.
On the few occasions we've met, I've tried to correct that notion about us, but Lucien made it clear he wasn't interested in cultivating any relationship with me. He made it clear that I was way beneath him and I shouldn't even try to talk to him at all.
Lucien Thorne also made me self-aware in a sinful way that shouldn't happen between step-siblings. He always made me self-conscious and aware of the breaths I was taking and all.
Even now, as he entered the lift and the door closed, I was overly aware of myself, of my short gown, of my exposed thighs, of my exposed cleavages. I instinctively tried to drag my gown to cover a bit of my thigh.
He hadn't said a word, hadn't even looked at me, and the air was thick with an uncomfortable silence. The lift ride felt like it was taking forever.
"Hello," the words left my mouth before I could stop myself. I just wanted to do anything to break the uncomfortable silence.
He didn't say anything at first. He just continued to stare ahead in his three-piece black suit and intimidating aura.
"Did your mother tell you I'd be here?" Was what he said, shocking me by how ridiculous it was.
"What?" I asked, beyond dumbfounded.
"Don't play dumb, Maeve," he turned to me and the gray storms in his eyes took me aback, "your mother made sure to force my schedule out of my secretary's mouth earlier today and it can't be a coincidence that you're here, in the same club that your mother knew I'd be, dressed in this…" his eyes roamed over my body, lingered on my cleavage and exposed thighs in a way that made me even more self aware.
When his eyes came back to my face, he looked angrier, "This piece of trash, like you're some roadside slut looking for the next rich man to dig her fangs into."
I breathed in and out as a way of taming down my anger, "Life doesn't revolve around you, you know, Lucien Thorne? And I'm not going to stand here and listen to you insult me like you've repeatedly done. Trying to insinuate that I dressed up and came here because you'd be here isn't only insulting, it's disgraceful. Apart from the fact that we're step-siblings, I'm not attracted to you, so you can climb down from your high horse."
I said this all in one breath, and I hardly noticed when the corners of his lips curved into a sardonic smile. He took a step towards me, then two, till I was backed against the elevator wall.
"You're not attracted to me?" he mused slowly, like a predator toying with his cornered prey, "so what is this that I smell, or how is it that I can tell that you're wet just from being this close to me?"
"You're delusional," I replied as I tried to get away. He pulled me back and casually held me in place with one hand. His other hand was on my thigh, and his fingers were slowly inching upwards.
Towards where I was obviously wet.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I made futile attempts to get away from him. He held me in place, and by now, his fingers casually brushed over the length of my panties.
I swallowed, and a dangerous sound bubbled up my throat.
He chuckled, a dark, mirthless, and degrading sound as his fingers brushed my panties aside and made contact with my gushing and pulsating core.
"For someone who claimed it's disgraceful to be attracted to her stepbrother, you're awfully soaked."
He said with his eyes fixed on mine as he continued massaging my folds while I had to fight the sounds that were threatening to burst out through my mouth. The tiny logical part of me was wondering how this was happening.
How Lucien Thorne was fingering me inside the elevator of a club.
I let out a deep moan when his finger brushed over my most sensitive part, and he froze. His fingers stopped moving, and a crazed look, that looked like a combination of both anger and depravity, crossed his eyes.
He withdrew his fingers and stepped away from me. I instantly moaned that loss while the clarity of what just happened was starting to dawn on me.
"Is that enough proof?" he asked as he fished out a napkin to clean his soaked hand. I looked away, shame burning bright in me.
"That you're nothing but an eager and desperate whore trying to dig her fangs into her Stepbrother's pocket."
"You don't know me well enough to…"
"You shouldn't be talking," he interrupted me with enough alpha energy that made me shut up immediately, "you'd have allowed me to finger you into an orgasm right inside this open elevator, so you should take whatever is left of your dignity and try not to cross paths with me again."
With that, he walked out, and I realized that the doors had been open for God knows how long. I had been so carried away with my stepbrother touching me that I didn't even notice.