My stepsister as my Luna

Marco dont forget your sister!” Antonio told his son Marco stood up from his seat, fixing his suite and hair before he leaves. Well, this ought to be fun? He said to himself as he stared in the mirror in his father’s office at his reflection. Staring back at him is a handsome youthful Italian man with darkish curly hair, which is a bit shorter than usual. He grabbed the keys to his car and head for the door. Even though having drivers to drive them were ever they needed, he loved some alone time to think about everything. Despite turning 25, the age that which most youthful werewolves discovered their mates, Marco had not. Marco was not the type to believe in love or a fated mate, but he has to find a Luna before he receives the Alpha title and to become the mafia boss when his father steps down. He had always had a crush on his stepsister Ava but she never saw him in the same way. “I will find someone soon; she just might be in the wrong place.” He thought to himself as he heads out of the office. He rushed, out to the kitchen. “Marco… calm down,” Emilia said, stepping out of the mansion kitchen. She had an apron on and her black hair pulled into a bun. From the scissors in her hand, she has to have been working on some masterpiece. Despite being a werewolf, Emilia is a familiar and well in-demanded florist in Foggia Italy. It is something that kept her busy and her mind off things. “Watch out,” Freya snapped, getting herself a smile from Marco. “Sorry Frey I am going to be late, I have to pick out up Ava from the airport,” he said, after bumping into her. Not waiting for her responds he rushed down stairs. Going for walks down the stairs, taking two at a time and skipping the final four steps. He got into his new Audi R8 and rushed off. Marco’s mother died of cancer when he was just a little boy barely walking. It left the Alpha and his pack devastated. A couple of years ago Emilia came to the White Claw pack with her two young children. Freya was still a baby and Ava just turned ten years of age. The day they walked into the pack the Alpha fell in love with the beautiful Emilia and her children. The pack did not seem to like the idea of a new female taking their Luna’s place they felt it is disrespectful of the deceased Luna, but the Alpha was broken and he needed someone in his life. Antonio new that when they came to their pack, they had something special, and when Emilia told him their past, he knew he had to help them. Marco lived close to the beautiful city surrounding their pack area. The woods are small with loads of open grounds, exceptional for their pack – The white claw. Most of the pack members lived in on the pack grounds, the others lived in the metropolis amongst the human beings and would come to the woods for a run or pack meetings. The Alpha, Antonio De Luca, was his father he owned the area. He was also known as the Mafia boss by the humans, he had private businesses that helped the pack financially. Despite his pack totally having only 400 members, he always cared and he would do anything for his pack, even if that means being a little dangerous. It is a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining through the clouds. Marco turned on his music in the car and his finger bounced to the beat on the steering wheel. It is roughly a 1hour and-35minutes drive to Bari, the closest airport to their town, but Marco is happy for the time alone and to see Ava again. “I have not seen her for so long maybe my feelings had changed.” He said to himself as he turned into the airport driving through the gates. Upon entering the airport, he scanned the flight information. “She landed over half an hour ago, I hope she has not been waiting long.” The airport was busy. Cars come and go people rushing. His eyes immediately fell on a very beautiful Italian young women with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. _______ Sighing, Ava scanned the crowed seeking her driver, then she spotted Marco walking over. The son of her stepfather, the future Alpha of The White Claw Pack. She had not seen him in five years. It was four summers ago, when she had visited from studying and training all over the world that she had realized she had gained feelings for her very own stepbrother. The very questioning made her draw her lower back internally, a concept she would not dare utter aloud. Ava did not show her emotions and neither did Marco. Ava did not want to tell Marco or anyone about her feelings for her stepbrother because she did not how anyone would react to the information, and she did not believe in love either due to her past. Ava knew that Marco had so many girls after him that he would only break her heart. She hoped that her feelings for him would fly past until she saw him, his muscular body and those green eyes. “f**k…” She muttered. His smile made her knees weaken… Not now. Not ever Ava. She thought to herself. “Ouch, f**k!” Ava groaned. Massaging her chest. Someone had just knocked into her and left without saying anything. As she looked up, she shaw the man of her dreams, freezing when she saw her stepbrother’s face. The scent of vanilla and white musk enveloped her senses. “Need me to go sort him out for u?” He asked, his eyes flitting down to her chest. She blushed, at him. “Oh, no thank you, Marco,” she spoke smiling at him. “What’s wrong? Can’t a brother take care of his valuable little sister?” He mocked. His words ignited a forbidden pleasure inside her. “I promise to take first-rate care of you just say the word, sis” His breath tickled her ear, her coronary heart pounded in her chest. As he picked her up into a large hug. She pulled him deeper into her embrace then she pushed him off not wanting him to feel her pounding fast. He looked incredibly, handsome in his black suit with his top buttons open just showing a bit of his muscular chest. He is sexier than she remembered, had he matured? Towering over 6feet, he really looked better than before. His skin is tanned, and an average stubble blanketed his jaw. He is not your usual alpha. “I see you have grown nicely.” she smiled as he raised an eyebrow at her words. ____ “You’ve changed a lot yourself… I was assuming the i********: posts may have all been photo-shopped and edited… but I can see not…” He mused, his eyes trailing over her 5-foot-2 body and taking in her curves. She is on the smaller aspect for a she-wolf, then again, he preferred it. She smelled so good. Her white top revelling the outlines of her breast and the mini skirt showed off her tanned legs. It is hard to keep my eyes off of her. she is not a teenager anymore, she turned out to be a very beautiful young Italian woman. She had grown a lot in the five years she had been gone, and he was not one to deny it. “So, shall we go? I don’t have all day,” she said, leading the way out. Marco smirked as he accompanied her, his eyes falling on her ass, she actually had grown up perfectly. Her i********: solely held selfies or food pictures. This is going to be difficult… They reached the car quickly after and he unlocked it, opening the boot for her bags. He took her baggage and put it into the boot. She walked round to the passenger seat. “Nice car,” she said, with a smirk on her lush pink lips. “Do you want to get something to eat before we leave it is a long drive home?” “Yes, please. I need some fast food in my system now! I have been eating healthy for far too long.” The airport had some takeaway places inside and they stopped at the pizza palace. After 20 minutes they received their food and they find a table to eat. they take a seat across from each other. “I can believe you can still eat so much,” Marco said while smiling at Ava who had just eaten 5 slices of pizza. “I am a big girl, and I need my energy.” She replied while taking a sip of her drink Her lushes pink lips fold over the straw just perfectly making him wonder…After they ate they head back to the car “Buckle up,” Marco said. “Worried about me?” She teased, smirking when she glared at him. “No, however, it’s my car, so my rules,” he said as he reversed out of the spot, very aware of her observation. She ignored him, refusing to put the belt on, and fiddled with his playlist. Sitting back when her track starts playing. She kept her eyes out the window singing along word for word to her song. Trying to ignore Marco’s scent “So how come you picked me up, why not send a driver?” She asked, looking over at the hunk next to her. “My father needed them for a last-minute meeting with another alpha, so he asked me.” he replied, making Ava frown. “Makes sense,” she muttered a little disappointed. “What about mom, busy with flowers?” “Yep, I thought she didn’t have something today, but she wanted to work on the garden before the pack meeting this week. I wanted to get away from the house and the office so this is nice. Why you don’t want to see me?” Marco smirked. He presses into her leg. “I agree, and obviously I wanted to see you. I like the beard by the way.” she teased, making her glare at him again. “Thanks,” he replied, suspiciously. “So, are you still single or did you find a playboy?” he asked a little uneasy. She would not have found her mate because she would have been marked. “No, the males there were a little on the soft side for me. And besides, you know I don’t believe in love anymore.” She said glaring out the window. Her hands folded in her lap. “How about you? Have you found a girl that is willing to take your s**t?” she asked now looking at him knowing he has not found his mate or there would have been a mark on his neck. “No, but I need to find a Luna before my father steps down from Alpha you know. And I don’t have any shit.”