Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Rip. Rip. Rip.
In seconds, her clothes were ripped into shreds, falling to the floor like they were mere pieces of paper. She had shuddered the entire time, just a little bit scared but beyond excited and aroused at having so powerful a lover.
“Let me show you how wild it can be, my love,” he purred into her ear.
Another blink and somehow they were on the rug, Kassia on all fours while the professor was behind her, playing with her sex. She moaned as his fingers found her folds, and she moaned again when after making sure she was completely wet, his cock slid into her, thick, hard, and throbbing.
“Alessandro,” she sobbed.
The professor didn’t answer, but his hand gripped hers hard from behind as he pounded into her, harder and faster until she saw stars. Only when they both reached their peak, the professor’s hips pumping furiously behind her while he shot his load into a writhing and silently moaning Kassia, did he finally release his hold on her hand.
That was when she saw his ring on her finger, a huge heart-shaped diamond on top a white-gold band, shining back at her.
From behind, the professor whispered, “Mine forever, Kassia.” She heard both man and wolf in those words, and they sounded anything but odd, which was how she liked it.
“Yours forever, Professor,” she whispered back.
The End
Instead of claiming me, my stepbrother alpha rejected me.
Ithought numbers couldn’t lie.
One compatibility test.
One impossible result.
98.7%.
My stepbrother and I are perfect mates.
But instead of claiming me, Nicolo Celestini rejected me.
And then ordered me to marry someone else.
Rejected by My Stepbrother Alpha
By Marian Tee
Copyright 2025 by Marian Piñera
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidence.
Prologue
“Harder, Nix.”
Just hearing her words made me turn red. And seeing her clinging to him like ivy on stone while she gasped them out—
The pain was so much worse, but for some reason, I just couldn’t look away. Even when every second made my heart ache harder, I couldn’t stop staring at the way her long legs tightened around his waist as hie drove into her against one of the marble columns in the garden.
A part of me was prudishly, childishly, and perhaps vindictively...offended. Behind the hedges, a party was still in full swing, the sound of laughter, music, and clinking champagne flutes playing a harmony of festive melodies in the air.
Didn’t they care about getting caught? Or was that what they wanted? To be seen? Or maybe, and this was so, so much worse—
Passion had completely overwhelmed both of their senses, and everything under the cover of night had melted into heat, shadows, and the sounds of her throatily moaning his name.
“Yes. Yes. There—”
I told myself for the nth time to look away. But instead, I found myself staring harder at the way Nicolo’s hands were gripping her hips, strong and sure, and his body moving like he was built for this. Every thrust signified power and control. Pleasure and surrender. Every thrust made it impossible for me to look away. Or even breathe.
I knew I should’ve turned back the second I realized what I was seeing.
But because I hadn’t, then here I was, paying the price.
I was frozen, my gaze seemingly taken captive by an evil spell. My throat was tight, my fists clenched at my sides. But even as my heart shattered again and again, there was no denying that something something low and aching was also blooming in my belly every time she gasped his name.
That could be me.
Should’ve been me.
And I hated, absolutely hated myself for thinking this.
Look away, my mind pleaded.
But I just couldn’t.
Their bodies continued to move in heartbreakingly perfect rhythm, both of them so beautiful that it just made me all the more aware of how lacking I was.
An ordinary eighteen-year-old underachiever. Boring. Horribly flat-chested. And now, I had also sunk to the lowest of lows as my unhealthy obsession had reduced me into standing in the shadows like some pathetic voyeur while my stepbrother—my ridiculously hot, untouchable stepbrother—lost himself in someone else.
Chapter One
The alarm clock blared, and I bolted upright, heart pounding, and my body slick with sweat and shame.
“Ugh.”
I fell back on the bed when I realized it had happened again.
Like, seriously.
Ugh.
It had been seven years.
Seven.
And yet my brain still gave me nightmares about that time I so wanted to forget, like some nauseating, horribly tasting midnight snack I had never asked for.
My chest actually still ached in the aftermath, but even more shameful was how parts of my body also ached, for the touch of a man who was completely forbidden.