MIAS POV

Mate. The word echoed in my head like a cruel joke as I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest. My entire life, I'd dreamed of finding my mate - someone who would finally want me, choose me, love me for who I was.

Instead, I got Rolex. My stepbrother. A man who saw me as nothing but a burden.

"That's impossible," I whispered, stepping back. "I can't be. I don't even have a wolf yet. And you're my stepbrother"

"Do you think I wanted this?" His laugh was ...