Her Billionaire Werewolf Stepbrother

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Prologue

We’ve sat here for a week waiting
for him. Can’t we just bury her already? I’m so tired. Since the day she died,
I’ve answered a million questions and filled out all sorts of paperwork. My
mother just died. Well, to be fair, she picked a fight with a she-wolf half her
age who is training to be an enforcer for the council. She had to know she
would be killed. Maybe that’s what she was going for all along. My stepdad is
beside himself. He thinks this is his fault but he’s putting up a good front
for the world. He’s letting me handle it all since I’m the straight ‘A’ student
that just graduated Magna Cum Laude. Number two in my graduating class.

I would’ve been Summa Cum Laude,
number one, if Laurie Tickle wasn’t screwing two professors. Rule number one of
being what I am is not drawing attention to myself though so I kept my mouth
shut. Laurie and I both know my grades were better. We used to be friends until
she did that. Well, that and the fact that she has a job interview with Mr.
Fabulous next week.

She told me when she interviews for
my stepbrother that she is going to get on her knees and ensure her success.
The thought of her sucking my stepbrother off was the last straw. It was the
closest I’d come to losing control of my shift in years. I could snap her neck
like a twig if I wanted. That might draw attention though. I smirk at that
thought because it could be worth it. If he doesn’t get here soon, I swear we
are having this funeral without him. I don’t know why we have to wait anyway,
it’s not like she was his mother. He didn’t even really spend any time with her
here, maybe six months at the beginning.

I was fifteen when our parents got
mated. He was almost twenty and about to finish college early. He’d spent
summers taking classes to finish. His dad was so proud. The last fall the class
he needed wasn’t available so he ditched the whole semester and stayed with us
until the January session began. He spent his time harassing me and making my
social life miserable. He chased off all of the boys. Some of them still won’t
give me the time of day. Whatever. It didn’t help matters that he was sex on a
stick. I’m still not sure if my attraction was because he was forbidden, or
older or if he really was that good looking.

Sometimes he will pop by at
Christmas time or Thanksgiving but I don’t see him often. When I do, my
hormones go into overdrive. The hair suddenly raises on the back of my neck.
I’ve been standing at this stove stirring soup for a long time. I know that
it’s him before I turn around. I click the stove off and get three bowls down
from the cupboard and put them on the counter. I don’t look at him. I’m angry
because whoever he is currently screwing was more important than my mother’s
funeral. I bend over to get the crackers from the cabinet below. “What a nice
greeting sis.” He growls.

I just bent over in front of a
wolf. Did I do that on purpose? I don’t think so, I just needed the crackers. I
get them and stand. I’m still ignoring him. Right now, I hate him. Usually I
have a hard time keeping the sappy look off my face and it’s taken me years to
learn to school it. His mission in life is to rile me, mine is to stay away
from him. When I think about all the girls, human and she-wolf that he pounded
into the mattress during that fall, it makes me sick. My body is attracted to
him but the rest of me…okay the rest is too, but not today.

“Finally.” I huff and grab three
spoons from the drawer. “Make yourself useful.” I pick up the bowls spoons and
crackers and shove them at him. He’s in a suit that could buy me another
semester if I wanted to go for my masters. I don’t. I get the mittens to
protect my hands from the heat of the pot and carry it to the table. “Dad!
Dinner!” I yell down the hall. I add, just in case he isn’t interested in
another bowl of soup, “Jake’s here!” I go back to the fridge for three bottles
of soda and bring them to the table.

Dad comes in then. He looks like
Jake. I never noticed it before but he does, like a twenty year older version.
I sit and ladle soup into my bowl then crunch up crackers while they hug and
tell each other how long it’s been. It’s been three hundred and fifty-six days,
but who’s counting. He was here last Thanksgiving, Mom made turkey with all the
trimmings. He got here at noon and was gone by five.

He said that he had a business
meeting, bull shit. He had a woman waiting, probably a flight attendant or
something. It doesn’t matter. I stir my soup around and sigh quietly. Maybe now
that he’s here and always in such a hurry to leave we can have mom in the
ground before breakfast. Jake can get back to his billion dollar company and
Laurie Tickle sucking him off. I can get around to finding a job. I keep stirring.
They’re sitting now and ladling soup into their bowls. I’m not listening to the
happy boisterous conversation and I’m not hungry. I pick up the bowl and take
it to the trash can to dump it then I go upstairs to my room. I’m so
melancholy. She’s been gone a week. Did she even think about me at all when she
was picking that fight?

We were on our way home from the
grocery store when she spotted Lana. Mom threw the car in park and tore out
before I knew what was happening. She stomped right up to the girl and got in
her face. I couldn’t hear them over the radio but by the time I was out of the
car, Mom was gone. Lana had nearly taken her head off with the knife she
carried in her belt.

“I never touched him I swear.” She
told me when I got there. “I don’t know why she kept saying that I was screwing
him. I wasn’t.” I remember looking up at her. She was crying. Not really
enforcer behavior but then this wasn’t an enforcing job. This was an attack by
my mother who had a stubborn streak a mile wide and a jealous streak even
wider. Not to mention her fiery temper. Mom could provoke the pope if she
wanted. I couldn’t blame Lana. Her training kicked in and she eliminated a
threat. Now she was standing there covered in blood and shaking. No, I couldn’t
blame her. Mom did this, no matter the reason, it was on her.

I curl up on my bed and text Aiden
at the funeral home. He’s my age, his parents own it and he’s learning to be a
funeral director. Yuck. We’re sort of friends though so I text him and tell him
Jake has arrived. I ask that he let everyone know that we would like to have
the funeral at eight in the morning. Jake can be gone by lunch. I wouldn’t want
to hold him up. I toss the phone and wipe the stray tear from my cheek. This
sucks.

I’m still in the fetal position
when he comes in my room. I know it’s him because the hair on my neck doesn’t
raise when it’s dad. “I brought you another bowl of soup.” I just keep staring
at the lacy curtains that she hung a month ago. “Come on plain Jane, you need
to eat.” I scoff. Plain Jane, he’s always called me that, that and pudgy. Quite
a way with words Mr. Fabulous has, insulting and mean in my time of need.

“I’m not hungry. The funeral is at
eight, tell Dad.” I mumble.

“Eight. Eight in the morning?” I
nod. “Can’t people have coffee before all that depression? Make it later in the
day Jane.” I shake my head. “What’s the hurry?”

“You have to get back to your life,
I wouldn’t want to hold you up. I’d like to be alone now.” I’m still staring at
those curtains. They move when the breeze flutters in. It was nice outside
earlier, a warm fall day with the scent of maple leaves in the air. I like that
smell. All I smell right now though is him. His aftershave and fancy cologne
fill my head and it’s overwhelming me. Why would a wolf put that crap on?
Doesn’t it bother him? The women probably like it. He lays down on the side of
the bed that I’m facing and looks into my face. I raise my eyes to him. “What.”
I snap with no strength in my voice.

“I’m in no hurry to leave Janie.”
His voice is quiet and husky.

“You weren’t in any hurry to get
here either.” I stare back him not blinking. His mouth quirks. He does that
when he knows he’s caught.

“I had things.” I roll my eyes then
I roll over and face the other wall. I’m done with him. “Janie…”

“The funeral is at eight, tell dad.
Please leave me alone.” I say. I’m staring at the closet door now. There is
still a dent in the frame from when I hurled a mug at him the last fall he
spent here. He was chasing me through the house and I ran into my room
effectively trapping myself, the mug was my last defense. He’d moved out of its
way of course then leapt across the bed to torture tickle me until I wet
myself. That had disgusted him enough that he’d let me go and went back to his
room muttering. We haven’t played since. He moves closer behind me and wraps
his arms around me. He’s going to make me wet again, a different kind of wet. I
struggle to get free. He’ll know, he’ll scent it. His arms are like steel
bands.

“Stop it.” He hisses when I struggle
harder, then I feel it. He’s hard. “Stop it Jane.” I freeze. He’s hard. Is that
because my ass is pressed up against him? Would it matter whose ass it was
there? Probably not. I’m plain Jane so it’s not because it’s mine.

“Let me go.” I breathe.

“No.” I feel his breath against my
hair and my eyes slide closed. “Never.” What did that mean? “Jane.” He says
then stops. “Dad’s worried about you.”

“He won’t have to support me. I’ll
leave so he can find a new mate. Now let me go.” I insist.

“That’s not it. Nobody thinks that
you should leave.” He sighs. “That’s not true. I think you should leave. Don’t
think that you are trapped here taking care of him. You aren’t his mate and
don’t let him think that you are willing to replace her. There are too many other
things for you Jane. There are too many other plans, and too many wonderful
experiences for you.” What the hell is he talking about?

“Fine. Whatever. Let me go.” I try
to escape but he has a grip on me. I won’t get away unless he wants me to. Any
second he’s going to smell what I feel. I struggle again.

“Stop fighting.” He kisses the back
of my neck now. It’s chaste but it still sends tingles over my skin and makes
my nipples harden. Why do I want my stepbrother? It’s wrong. I guess
technically a week ago he was no longer my stepbrother. “I know you feel it
Jane.”

“What? The need to wallow in my own
self-pity because my mother was a stubborn jackass? I’m feeling that.” I was
evading and refusing to accept what he was talking about. Maybe I could evade long
enough to not discuss my damp panties or the fact that I wanted him to pound me
into the mattress for once. We share a bedroom wall so I know he is well
practiced and good at it. The passionate screams proved that he was good at it.

“Don’t be a child Jane.” I knew
that tone. He’s getting angry, it’s not full blown yet but soon. He’ll forget
that he’s consoling me and let me go when he gets mad enough. Why did he have
to be my stepbrother? Mr. Fabulous. I’d been calling him that since we met.
Then he turned into Mr. Billionaire Fabulous with his picture on the front
page. All because he designed a couple of apps that were popular and I’m still
sure that one of them was my idea. Too bad I’m not a computer wizard like him
or I’d be the fabulous billionaire who can show up late to funerals.

It didn’t hurt matters any that he
was strikingly good looking. Not plain like his annoying little sister. Jake’s
tall and broad. He’s got neat black hair even when it needs cut. He always has
a bit of stubble, but he’s wolf so it’s expected. His eyes are blue gray but go
bright with his moods and they are surrounded by thick sooty lashes. He has
long legs that end at a perfect muscular ass. Yes he’s perfect. I on the other
hand am not. My butt’s too big, my boobs are too big and my waist is too thick.
I couldn’t be one of those tall slender she-wolves like the enforcer girl.
Nope. Short and pudgy, plain Jane.

“I’m not being a child.” That’s it.
He’s flipped my bitch switch. I turn over and face him. It wouldn’t surprise me
if he saw fire in my eyes. “It’s been a long week and I haven’t slept much. I
would like to have a long conversation with my mother but I can’t because she’s
in a drawer. At least if she was in the ground I could sit by her grave and
talk. I can’t do that because we’ve been waiting for Mr. Fabulous to make his
grand entrance and grace us with his presence. Now if you don’t mind I would
like to try to sleep a little so I can stay awake long enough tomorrow to put
my mother in the ground.” That was a little nastier than I’d intended but maybe
it will serve the purpose of chasing him off. If he stays this close much
longer I may embarrass myself.

“So sleep. Who’s stopping you?” He
gives me a cocky grin. I huff out an exasperated sigh. “I’m moving the funeral
to ten. Give people a chance to get up, have their breakfast and get dressed.
They already have to take a day off work to come and they might as well enjoy
it.” I close my eyes. Of course he’ll rearrange it. That’s what he does, stir
the world around to suit himself. I am exhausted and I don’t know how fast
sleep claims me but it does.

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