MARKED BY MY STEPBROTHER

CHAPTER NINE

Sophie's POV

The ancient presence was present in my head, twisting my mind like a heavy shadow. It wasn’t Victor. It wasn’t the Shadow Pack. It felt older than both, something that had been sleeping beneath the mountain for centuries, now stirring because of me.

“Damon,” I whispered, gripping his arm.

“There’s something else here. In the mountain. It wants.. me.”

His silver eyes narrowed. He was still gloriously naked, his powerful body glistening with water and sweat, his thick c**k hanging heavy between his legs, still slick from our last mating. Even after everything, the sight of him send more fluid to the p***y and I wanted more of him. I had never felt so slutty for a man before. Talk more of a werewolf.

“We’ll deal with it later,” he said, and pulled me close. “Right now, I need to make sure you’re safe. And full.”

Before I could protest, his mouth came down on mine. The kiss was so active and desperate. His hands roamed my body like he owned it, squeezing my breasts, pinching my sensitive n*****s until I moaned into his mouth. The golden power inside me responded, mixing with the burning heat Victor had triggered.

My heat was coming faster than expected.

“I can smell it,” Damon groaned against my neck. “Your scent is changing. Sweeter. Wetter. f**k, Sophie... you’re going into heat right now.”

He spun me around and bent me over a smooth stone ledge in the small cavern. I braced my hands on the cool rock as he kicked my legs apart. Without warning, he slammed back inside me in one brutal thrust.

I cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. He was thicker than before, the drugs and my awakening heat making him even more savage.

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Harder, Damon. Please..”

He f****d me like a beast that had been unchained. His hips slapped against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. One hand fisted my hair while the other reached around to rub my swollen c**t in tight circles. Every powerful thrust pushed his previous loads deeper inside me.

“Gonna breed you properly this time,” he grunted, his voice had completely changed under the effect of lust. “Fill this tight little p***y until your belly swells with my pups. No one will ever take you from me.”

His knot began swelling fast, stretching my entrance with every stroke. The pressure was overwhelming. I came hard, screaming his name as my walls clenched around him. Damon roared and forced his knot inside me, locking us together as he erupted. Thick, hot jets of c*m flooded my womb, spurt after spurt, so much that it spurted out around his knot and ran down my trembling thighs.

We stayed locked like that for long minutes, his chest pressed to my back, his arms wrapped around me protectively. His lips brushed my ear.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I love you, Sophie. Stepsister or not. Fate or curse, I don’t care. You’re mine.”

“I love you too.”

But the moment of peace was over even as it began.

The ground shook again. This time, the ancient presence was stronger. The carvings on the walls began to glow with the same golden light that lived inside of me.

A deep, voice echoed through the cavern , not through sound, but directly in my mind.

“Luna blood awakens. The vessel has returned.”

Damon, still knotted deep inside me, asked, “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” I gasped. “It’s speaking to me.”

The voice continued, ancient and commanding. “The false Alpha seeks to steal what is mine. You carry the true heir. Bring the vessel to the Heart of the Mountain, or the mountain will consume you all.”

Suddenly, the silver chains that Victor had used earlier began melting off the walls, reforming into new, glowing restraints that shot toward us. Damon roared and tried to shield me, but one wrapped around his neck, yanking him backward. His knot was still locked inside me, so the pull dragged me with him.

Pain exploded through both of us.

I screamed as another set of golden chains, these ones warm and pulsing with my own power, wrapped around my wrists and ankles. They didn’t burn like silver. They felt like they were feeding on me.

The ancient presence laughed darkly in my head. “The stepbrother’s seed quickens the child. Good. The ritual requires both bloodlines.”

Damon finally managed to pull out, his knot deflating from the pain. We both collapsed to the cavern floor, breathing hard.

“We have to get out of here,” he said, helping me up. “Victor, the Shadow Pack, and now this thing, we’re f****d if we stay underground.”

We stumbled toward a narrow passage at the back of the hidden cavern. My legs were shaky, c*m still leaking down my inner thighs with every step. My makeshift shirt was barely hanging on, my body marked with bites, bruises, and claiming marks.

We emerged into a larger underground chamber filled with glowing crystals and more ancient wolf carvings. In the center stood a massive stone throne carved with moons and pregnant female figures.

And sitting on it was a tall, ethereal woman with silver hair and glowing golden eyes, eyes that matched what mine had become.

“Hello, daughter,” she said softly, her voice almost sounded like the one in my head. “I’ve been waiting a very long time for you.”

Damon shoved me behind him, snarling. “Who the f**k are you?”

The woman smiled, beautiful and terrifying. “I am Seraphina, the First Luna. Sophie’s true mother, and the one your father murdered all those years ago.”

Shit. “That’s impossible. My mother..”

“Was my vessel,” Seraphina said calmly. “Just as you will be mine. The child growing in your womb carries my rebirth. And your stepbrother..” Her eyes looked at Damon’s naked, powerful body from head to toe and there was no mistakening the hunger in her eyes. “He will make an excellent sacrifice to fuel the resurrection.”

The chamber doors on all sides began to open. Victor’s wolves on one side. Shadow Pack on another. And from the crystals themselves, shadowy wolf spirits began to emerge.

Seraphina stood from the throne, her form changing from woman and giant spectral wolf.

“Now, my daughter,” she said, extending her hand. “Come to me willingly, or I will take the child from your body right here while your stepbrother watches.”

Damon shifted instantly into his black wolf, ready to protect me, come what may.

But I felt the golden chains around my wrists tighten, pulling me toward her against my will.

The ancient power inside me was behaving in a violent manner now, torn between three different masters, Victor, the mountain entity, and now this woman claiming to be my real mother.

I was the one feeling most of the pain since it was coming from inside my body.

So I couldn't stop myself from screaming.