If the world finds this out, my future would be destroyed. Our family will be blasted all over the news, our reputations ruined.
Who the fuck cares! Go after her!
It’s too late, the car is gone and I’m left standing there like I just lost my whole world. Maybe I deserved it for how I’ve treated her for the last two years. She deserves better than me.
So, yeah. Not only is Addison the girl I’ve been playing online with for years, the girl I fell in love with, but she also happens to be my scent match Omega.
My stepsister is my scent match and my life has been pure hell ever since.
Am I the brightest person in the world? No. Every day I tell myself how fucking stupid I am for letting her go. For allowing her to have the chance to find another pack, settle down, and move on with Alphas who aren't me.
I told myself that one day she will be mine. Once I retire from hockey, I’ll find her, tell her how I feel, who she is to me, and I’ll join whatever pack she formed.
Stupid, I know. Trust me, I get it. Before I could pull my head out of my ass, I got signed to the Royal Alphas. My KP career was taking off and I allowed that to become my everything.
That didn’t mean I forgot about her, though, I couldn’t. She’s still on my mind every second of every day.
I kept tabs on her, and checked to see if she was dating anyone.
Every time I found out she was single, just enjoying her college life, I let myself relax, lying to myself that I had more time.
It wasn’t until Addie returned from Nashville and I found out the little deal her mom pretty much forced on her. That’s when I realized just how fucking stupid I’ve been. That I needed to get my shit together, and fast.
The thing is, the reasons I never pursued my feelings for her in the first place are still there. She’s still my stepsister. I’m still in the public eye, as are her mom and my dad.
This would create a scandal, and would expose my family in a bad light. It wouldn’t affect just me and our parents, but Addie as well.
The last thing I want is the media to pick her apart, or drag her name through the mud. The idea of anyone hurting her in any way makes me want to muder people.
Then there’s the fact that I’m scared. Scared of opening myself up and being rejected. Just because we’re scent matches doesn’t mean she’d want me. Sure, her body will tell her she does, but I’m her asshole stepbrother who treated her like shit for years. Of course she wouldn’t want me.
It would just fuck everything up.
So, you’re just going to let her move on with some other Alpha? A pack of assholes who will take her sweet, bubbly personality and bottle it up. Let them force her to be someone she’s not.
The whole reason she moved away was so she could be herself.
“Fuck!” I punch the bed, throw the laptop to the side and roll over, burying my face into my pillow, I groan, lost on what to do.
And then I groan as I inhale. The smell of her cupcake scent fills my nose.
My cock thickens, pressing against my sweats. It’s the pillow I may have stolen from Addie’s room on one of the rare occasions she left her room to eat.
If anyone came into my room, they would see it immediately. It’s pink and frilly, and stands out on my bed like a sore thumb. But it smells like her.
I inhale again and again, a low growl rumbling in my chest as my head swims. I’m aroused to the point of madness. I want her, need her, fucking crave her.
Rolling over, I grab the laptop and pull up the screen recording of the last time Addie streamed. Turning off the sound, I grab the pillow that smells like her and get comfortable, leaning against the headboard.
Placing the laptop beside me, I press play.
Her smile fills my screen, bright blue eyes sparkling. She looks happy. I remember her laugh as she won. I don’t know what possessed me to give her that massive tip, but I wish I gave her more.
Pulling my sweats down, I look at my cock and groan. It’s long and thick, and so damn hard the tip is an angry shade of red. Pre-cum seeps from the tip, making a mess on my stomach.
Gathering the pre-cum, I smear it over my cock, using it as lube. Once my shaft is coated, I grip it at the base and squeeze.
I bite down on the pillow, smothering my groan as my eyes roll back, my hips lift, thrusting into my grip.
