Forbidden Desire: Mated to My Stepbrother

Axel Came to visit

Axel POV

I got out of my car in front of a 20-story building. Looks kinda old, but I'm sure this must be the address my dad sent me to deliver those gifts at the boot; I can't believe this man made me do this.

I Picked up my dark shade and Took the biggest bag on the front seat labeled 'JUCCI.' That bag cost a lot. It's customized, and only a rich, connected person could get access, and my dad got it for a mere Human; how ironic?

I walked into the building and took the hall by the left with shady color painting and a blinking bulb at the top of the ceiling; I picked up my phone and stared at the picture my dad had sent me on Wha**App, and it matched the Door he had snapped. I still want to know why he has a picture of her door though

I knocked on the door and it had some dust all over it, I growled and knocked again this Time harder enough for everyone to hear

"Who's there" The lady Screamed above her voice.

I moved back a bit and spat the bubble gum out of my mouth

"It's Axel," I replied, Trying not to Growl back at her.

"Who?" She squinted opening the door slightly

She Brought her head out, staring at me from my shoe to my head; how weird she did it in a way I could notice her doing it.

"Hi, I'm Axel, Nicholas Son, and you must be Lola, right?" I questioned Forcing a smile.

"Oh Nicholas, son, I didn't know it was you; you look way better than what your dad Described" Lola Bounced, acting surprised.

If the smile on my face could tear my face apart there, then it would have, but she overlooked the fake smile and opened the door fully; she was putting on a flip-flop and a Rope.

"Yeah, I know, right? Anyways, my dad said I should drop some gifts by." I offered her the big bag. " Hold on, let me Get the rest from the car," I added, Walking backward.

"No..No, come in. That one can wait; how's your father?" She asked pulling me inside the house.

Oh great, She just held me by the hand to come inside with her; this was never the plan; I just wanted to drop these gifts and head out; now she got me. Who knows how long I'm going to spend here? I would have carried everything at once Before knocking.

"He's fine; he had to visit his friend in the nearby town," I grinned, blinking my eyes.

My dad called me this morning he had an emergency at the pack which needed his presence as the alpha, So I had to cover up for a lot of the things here in town, I just hope he comes back soon because I don't know how long he is going to keep making me pull this stunt.

"Have a seat; make yourself comfortable," Lola Held my back as she gently pushed me on the chair.

The house wasn't that bad anyway. I sat down, staring at the nice interior, the large TV, the staircase by the right, and a big kitchen at the Left; she was cooking breakfast. It smelled nice, but I'd rather pass.

"Oh great, that sounds like a lot of fun." I rolled my eyes, Taking a deep breath.

"So...Axel, You look more Fun than your father said; what do you do for fun?" Lola Smiled, Bouncing her eyebrows.

Why is she trying to have a conversation with me despite the signs that I'm not even interested, or can't she see my eyes rolling?

"Well, nothing much. I just love torturing Humans or maybe transforming Into a werewolf," I Scoffed in my husky voice.

"You're so funny. I bet you're much of a charmer," Lola laughed, walking away to the kitchen.

Did she just call me funny? I can't believe she didn't find that scary; my wolf wanted to growl, but I had to suppress it. I didn't want to blow my cover, that's if my dad hadn't blown up our cover as Werewolves already. But that's not the issue I needed a way out of here as soon as possible.

"Uh yes! That's me," I smiled, bouncing my shoulder blades and bending my neck sideways.

I crossed my legs, still staring at the picture frames hung up on the wall; I noticed there was a picture of a younger girl; maybe that's the Elsa my dad told me about, but what do I care?

"Do you want a coffee or a Juice while you wait?" Lola asked, offering me a drink.

"Oh joy! I would go with the Red juice, thank you." I placed my palm covering my place.

It was clear that she was offering me Pineapple juice, but I told her Red, yes, I was getting tired already of this little Convo. I didn't know how much I could take anymore. I looked at the Leather watch on my wrist. It was just 3 minutes, and it's been like 2 hours already.

"Elsa would be down soon; she would be so excited to see you." Lola Poured Coffee into a glass cup, Pretending to ignore my sarcasm.

Why do I feel she's enjoying this whole thing? She just saw me being sarcastic, and she's still pretending; now she's bringing her daughter, I would just stay and say Hi, that's it then I'm gone; I don't have all the time in the world to chit chat.

"Oh, I can't wait to see, her" I whispered, rolling my eyes.

More like I don't care, I took a sip from the drink and Crossed my legs, staring at my phone to take my mind off here.

"What's that?" Lola asked, Folding her lips inside and staring at me.

"Nothing... Nothing, just a thought," I said, forcing a smile on my face.

Lola turned and went back to her cooking; she was dancing to the volumed music playing from the Home theater, Lola seemed okay, or maybe she was just faking it to make me like her before she and my dad got married; one thing for sure, she's a gold digger but what do I know? My dad is in love and he can't see it

"Mom I will be right down!" A voice yelled from upstairs.

Wait, why does that voice seem so familiar? I can swear that I know that voice from somewhere; I just have to be positive it can't be her, But what if she's the one? I lean back on the chair, rubbing my cheeks, waiting for him calmly.

I noticed a girl with an Athletic body and blonde hair wearing a Short and-half top and sweater. Her face was buried in her phone, so I couldn't see her face just yet, but the skin looked so familiar. What if she was the one who I had?

She walked gently on the staircase and raised her head, making her gaze meet mine; oh s**t, she's the one; she was the one from last night. We had a one-night stand, and this can't be happening.

When her Gaze matched mine, I doubt she remembered me; she stood with her phone in her hand while moving sideways to get the Tennis bat on the floor.

"MOMMM, WHY IS THERE A STRANGE MAN IN OUR LIVING ROOM?" She yelled, still leaving her gaze on me as her grip tightened around the bat.