My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother’s Secret Triplet

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Chase POV

I stood in the shadows of the garden, the full moon hanging like a silver blade overhead. Its light washed over everything, sharpening my senses. My wolf paced inside me, restless and hungry.

I had come out here to clear my head after the wedding chaos, but then I saw her. Amelia. Slipping through the hedges in her thin robe, her hair loose and catching the moonlight. She looked vulnerable, innocent. But damn, she stirred something primal in me.

“You shouldn’t be here alone,” I said, stepping into view.

She turned, her eyes wide. Those big, doe-like eyes that had haunted me for months. “Chase,” she whispered, like my name was a secret.

“Go back to your room, Amelia.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to close the distance. The full moon amplified everything—the pull of my beast, the way her scent wrapped around me, sweet and intoxicating. She was my mate. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on her. But she was also my stepsister now. It was Forbidden. Wrong.

She hesitated, wrapping her arms around herself. “I couldn’t sleep. The moon… It’s affecting me too.”

We both understood. Werewolves like us felt the lunar pull strongest on nights like this. Instincts overrode reason. Desires turned into needs. But for me, as the heir to the Hudson empire and a hockey alpha, control was everything. I couldn’t afford to lose it, not with her.

My mind flashed back to those early meetings. Dad—Markus—had brought Lucy and Amelia over during their courtship. At the first dinner, Amelia sat quietly across from me, sketching on a napkin while the adults talked. I caught her glance up, our eyes locking. Heat surged through me, my wolf whispering, “mine.” After, I paced my room for hours, trying to shake it off. She was just a girl, I told myself. But each time I saw her, it got worse.

Like that weekend at the estate, Dad and Lucy were off on some outing, leaving us alone. I found her in the library, bent over a drawing pad. Her focus was intense, her lips parted slightly. I leaned in too close, pretending to look at her work. “Impressive,” I said. But really, I was inhaling her scent, my body reacting against my will. She blushed, and I backed off, heart pounding. As the future head of the family business, I had to be rational. Emotions were weaknesses. Desires like this? Irrational as hell.

And then there was Lucy. I despised her. Dad needed the image—a perfect family to seal deals and look stable to investors. But I saw through her act. The way she fluttered her lashes, laughed too loudly at his jokes. She was a gold digger, plain and simple. Hypocritical, always putting on that elegant facade while chasing status. What if Amelia was part of it? A plant to seduce me, secure their place in the family? The thought made my blood boil, but it didn’t stop the wanting.

Tonight, with the wine still buzzing in my veins and the moon fueling my wolf, resistance cracked. Amelia took a step back, like she was about to leave. “I should go,” she murmured.

No. My hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. Her skin was soft, warm. A jolt passed between us, the mate bond humming to life. “Wait.”

She gasped, but didn’t pull away. Her eyes met mine, filled with the same hunger. The air thickened, charged. I tugged her gently, leading her deeper into the garden, to a secluded grove where ancient oaks formed a natural canopy. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the grass. No one would see us here.

I turned to her, my hands sliding to her waist. “This is wrong,” I growled, even as I pulled her close.

“I know,” she whispered, but her fingers clutched my shirt, drawing me in.

Our lips met, tentative at first. Hers were soft, tasting of wine and sweetness. But the full moon unleashed us. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate. My wolf howled in triumph as I pressed her against a tree, my body molding to hers. She moaned softly, the sound igniting me.

I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the grass. Her robe slipped open, revealing the thin nightgown beneath. God, she was beautiful—curves that begged to be touched, skin glowing in the moonlight. I kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, nipping gently. She arched into me, her breath coming in gasps. “Chase…”

My hands explored, sliding under the fabric, caressing her breasts. Her n*****s hardened under my thumbs, and she whimpered. I lifted her, laying her down on the soft grass, the moon watching over us. She looked up at me, eyes dark with desire, no fear. Just trust.

I stripped off my shirt, then helped her out of her nightgown. Naked beneath the stars, she was perfection. I kissed every inch—her shoulders, her stomach, lower. My tongue teased between her thighs, tasting her sweetness. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, her hips bucking. I brought her to the edge, savoring her gasps, until she shattered, her body trembling.

But I needed more. I positioned myself above her, my hardness pressing against her entrance. “This is your first time,” I realized, pausing. Tenderness mixed with the intensity.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes. But I want you.”

I entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. She was tight, warm, enveloping me completely. Pain flickered in her eyes, but she pulled me closer, urging me on. I moved gently at first, tender thrusts building to a rhythm. The mate bond sparked, binding us—souls intertwining with every motion. It turned intense, our bodies slick with sweat, the grass cool beneath us.

She wrapped her legs around me, meeting my pace. “Harder,” she breathed.

I obliged, thrusting deeper, the pleasure building like a storm. Her nails dug into my back, drawing me in. We moved as one, lost in the frenzy. The bond sealed, a rush of emotions flooding me—her pleasure echoing mine, amplifying everything. I felt her c****x again, clenching around me, crying my name. It pushed me over, ecstasy exploding as I came inside her, groaning into her neck.

We lay there, panting, bodies entwined. The moon seemed to dim, the high fading. Reality crashed back. What had I done? She was my stepsister. Dad’s new family. This could ruin everything—the business, the image. My wolf quieted, but reason screamed mistake.

I pulled away, sitting up. “This… this was a mistake,” I said, my voice cold to mask the turmoil.

Amelia’s face crumpled. “What?”

“We can’t do this. It’s wrong. Go back inside.” I grabbed my shirt, avoiding her eyes.

Tears welled in hers. She gathered her robe, standing on shaky legs. Without a word, she turned and fled, her footsteps soft on the path.

The mate bond throbbed, her heartache mirroring mine. It tore at me, equal pain ripping through my chest. But I stayed in the grove, alone with the moon.