My Stepson Is My Mate

left leg over his right, with his hands proppe

in, did I turn to look at him. “Your son?” I widened my eyes, shocked by his words. “Wh

or close to seventeen years. He just called this morning, to inform m

a visit?” I forced a

good. It can

ther, so he will be here until he returns to schoo

's taking everything lightly when

. Why didn't you tell me of this until now?” I felt

like him? Oh, I know. I had

aking a big deal out of this?” He closed the newspaper he w

eal out of this when you didn't deem it n

n without knowing he had a son. And by

sled because of the number of times he has run a hand

ago. Just like you, I'm not prepared,"

ght hits them. I met Gordon on one of my long runs from the members of my pack. Had he not

ns I ran away from the pack. But most im

man my father chose for me. I was to get mated to him a year ago, b

t with my pack. Getting married to

asked, startling me from my thoug

at him until his hair turned grey. But I didn't do that — I had t

p the newspaper he discarded, l

nto my marriage, I discovered that my so-called husband ha

wares. They swooped in and had

, I w

ectly cutting off the w

from the couch and strode towards

be nervous. Since he's related to Go

lf, tried to

elt like running into the room, to

, he's a kid. He can

when the door opened and

in a min

ody. His 'long top short side hairstyle' was curle

(1.83 m) tall, since he's taller than Gordon. His brown eyes seem t

with a black polo underneath a leather jacket. His black bo

at made me take a step

was able to make me feel like in sitting in a cabin in the woods,

at

om my thoughts. I took more step

it has been years since the mood goddess punished us by removing the mate bond. Now, we

hels sounded eager to ju

u

mate! You are clearl

re she does something to embarrass m

, did I just

son, while I forced a smile, trying to

mm

you are having a welcome party?” He snapped at a stunned Gordon. His

beautiful lips, which weren't

other and I want

er?” He g

since he stepped into

a beat, and my

nstantly, my stomach clenched, and I

me? Why do I suddenly have t

eyes racked through my body. His ey

” Gordon asked

ried his suitcase and entered the house. “Where is my r

upplied, still trying to please his son, who didn't seem

ried his suitc

n to whisper, “Gold-digging whore.” He straigh

, and his proximity. Instead of being angry, I felt a b

e. “He's just a child, you don't have to blame him.” He glance

r son?” I raise

birthday was

ha

asp