Forbidden Claim: My Step-Son's Obsession

~Sage~

I could feel hands crawling up my body. I felt my dress being slowly drawn up to my waist. Hands were starting to grab my body parts, and I was starting to get disgusted.

Even though this was a dream, I remembered the feeling that I currently felt. This was the familiar feeling that I always get when my step brother tries to have his way with me.

It wasn’t until I felt hands groping my breasts that I realized.

This wasn’t a dream!

My eyes shot open and a scream left my throat as I saw him on my bed with my dress up to my waist.

I scrambled away from him, rearranging my dress and thankful for the little shorts that I’d decided to wear whenever I wanted to sleep.

“Asher! What are you doing in my room?”

“What does it look like?” he asked, standing. “I’m here to fully initiate you into womanhood. You turned eighteen today and you’re still a virgin. That isn’t proper. Allow me to show you a glimpse of what being a woman means.”

“I don’t remember asking you to turn me into a woman, Asher. Leave my room or I’ll scream.” I stuttered as I backed away from my step brother.

“Why don’t you try? Then you’ll explain why you’ve been trying to get me to sleep with you.”

“What?” I gasped, “I’ve never done that.”

“Who will believe you? Your father hates you and my mother abhors you.” He cackled, ignoring my protest as he stepped closer to me. His expression was like that of a predator that had finally caught the prey that had taken him so much time and effort.

But I’ll be damned if I let him get his stupid wish.

I opened my mouth to retort but he beat me to it. “Anyway, your father wants to speak to you. He’s in a fit of rage. I think you might get the belt again.” he said and left after practically undressing me with his eyes.

I released the breath that I’d been holding for the longest time.

Father wants to see me this early in the morning? Could it be because I just turned eighteen and my wolf was still dormant? Or is it because I’m yet to get mated?

Whichever one it was, I hoped that he wasn’t mad enough to use his belt on me this time.

The whelps and wounds from the last beating he gave me were still fresh on my back. I don’t think that I’d be able to take anymore beating for now. At least until these wounds start to close up.

I rearranged my clothes and stepped out of my room. I saw my father lounging on the sofa, reading a paper.

The permanent scowl on his face was even more intense and I felt my heart start to beat ferociously.

“Father, you sent for me,” I said calmly as soon as I got to the sitting room.

“Yes, I did, sit down.” He ordered with a plain look plastered on his face. Without further questioning I down gently and stared at him curiously.

“Pack your things. You will be getting married to Alpha King Damon.” He said without looking at me.

I gasped in shock. “What?”

Alarmed, I sprang up from my seat.

“You will sit down.” He ordered clenching his teeth.

“Do you hate me that much? Do you hate me that much to throw me to the first man who comes to buy me? You abhor me that much to give me out to a man older than you? A man who is one more feet closer to his grave?” I cried.