Table of Contents
Prologue
Epilogue
Wyatt
Raph
Author’s Notes
Omega Teacher’s Baby
The Omega’s Secret Pregnancy
About the Author
Omega’s Stepbrother
Anna Wineheart
Contents
Prologue
1.Wyatt
2.Raph
3.Wyatt
4.Wyatt
5.Raph
6.Wyatt
7.Raph
8.Wyatt
9.Wyatt
10.Wyatt
11.Raph
12.Raph
13.Wyatt
14.Raph
15.Wyatt
16.Wyatt
17.Raph
18.Wyatt
19.Raph
20.Wyatt
21.Raph
22.Wyatt
23.Wyatt
24.Raph
25.Wyatt
26.Wyatt
27.Wyatt
28.Raph
29.Wyatt
30.Raph
31.Wyatt
32.Wyatt
33.Wyatt
34.Raph
Epilogue
Author’s Notes
Omega Teacher’s Baby
The Omega’s Secret Pregnancy
About the Author
Copyright Anna Wineheart 2018
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.
Warnings: Past domestic/emotional abuse, violence, kidnapping, self-harm, panic attacks
For two guys who have always belonged.
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Prologue
Raph’s palm burned against his back, right over Wyatt’s ink. His lips brushed Wyatt’s ear, his breath damp. “You showed this at the party. Were you asking every alpha there to ‘drive in’?”
Wyatt’s heart pounded. This could go either way—he could say something scathing, and Raph would leave. Or he could give in to his heat, and the months and years he’d thought about Raph, wishing they’d never been brothers.
“How does it read to you?” Wyatt asked, his voice so quiet he wasn’t sure if Raph heard.
Raph drew a shaky breath, gripping Wyatt’s arm so tight it almost hurt. “It reads as an invitation.”
“And would you—” Wyatt swallowed “—would you accept it?”
Raph groaned, his fingers brushing down the tattoo, catching along Wyatt’s waistband. “We’re goddamn brothers, Wyatt.”
“Stepbrothers. We aren’t related by blood.”
Except everyone outside this room would condemn them if they did. There was Penny, and their parents, and their grandmother. The people at the party. Wyatt’s insides squirmed; they shouldn’t do this.
And yet his body ached. If no one found out... “Just once, Raph. Please.”
Raph’s breath rushed out of him. He pressed his forehead to Wyatt’s shoulder, his fingertips trailing down Wyatt’s back, over the curve of his ass. “How many other people saw this tattoo?”
“Plenty,” Wyatt said. But that wasn’t what Raph was asking. Raph meant How many people have you seduced with it? and Wyatt would answer that. He wasn’t eighteen anymore. He had regretted the times they’d danced around each other an age ago, waiting for Raph to respond. Waiting until it was too late. “But I haven’t slept with anyone since I got it. Two years ago.”
“Fuck.” Raph pressed his palm against Wyatt’s ass, squeezed his cheek. Spread him open through his trunks. “I swear it’s just my rut.”
“I need to know, Raph,” Wyatt said, his voice cracking. “I need to feel you inside.”
1
Wyatt
Meadowfall, California
“Please tell me Raph won’t be there.”
Wyatt Fleming cringed at his bedroom mirror, his stomach flipping. Who was he kidding? His father’s party was the news of the entire town—everyone loved Chief Fleming. Of course his stepbrother would be there.
“Raph?” his best friend asked. Sam studied Wyatt’s reflection, the fading evening sunlight casting shadows on them both. “Wait, you mean the brother you never talk about?”
“Stepbrother. There’s a difference.”
Sam’s eyebrows inched up, waiting for an explanation.
Well, shit. Now Wyatt had to get Sam’s attention off his brother. Stepbrother. He was screwed either way, and not because Sam would find out at some point.
Raph was Wyatt’s biggest secret—no one was ever supposed to know.
“Our parents married when I was three. He was seven. We grew up as brothers.”
“Yeah, and?” Sam studied him. “That’s common. Stepsiblings are common. I probably know ten other people whose parents divorced and remarried.”
Not the point, Sam. Wyatt stalled, looking at the framed pictures of Hazel and him on the wall, and the stacks of music scores on his bookshelf. The retro-colored prints of Wy’s Drive-In framed in a four-photo cascade beside his bed.
Except the more he remembered of Raph—broad shoulders, tanned, his voice a mellow rumble—the more his heat ached through his body. What kind of timing is this?
Of course he couldn’t just attend a party with his stepbrother; his heat had to crash down on him, too. As though his body knew the sort of things he’d thought about Raph, and had fully prepared him for the party... in the worst possible way.
It’s been almost a decade... You’d think it would’ve faded by now.
Even as he thought that, his body ached. Raph, with his full lips and his confident grin. Raph, with his strong hands that had helped Wyatt with piano practice. Raph, with his sea-blue eyes, so sharp they could pierce through you, read all your thoughts, and sweep you off your feet.
At least, Wyatt remembered that about him.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What happened between you and him? It’s not like you and Max, is it?”
“Ha! Raph?”
Raph was a hundred-percent perfect. Wyatt hadn’t met anyone else like him.
Growing up, Wyatt couldn’t recall a time when Raph hadn’t been there for him, sharing his cookies, bringing him and Penny out to the backyard to play make-believe. They’d sat together and ripped open their Christmas presents, and they’d trooped along with Dad to the police station, so Chief Fleming could show off his children.
At fourteen, Wyatt had presented as omega, and the scents he’d grown up smelling—Raph’s teak scent—had suddenly appealed far too much to him.
Even if Raph was his brother.
After Raph, Max had been... brutal. Max had been snide and rough, and he’d torn apart Wyatt’s pride like Wyatt had wanted him to, because... well. Wyatt hadn’t thought he’d deserved his pride anymore.
You have a twisted little soul, don’t you? Max had whispered. Think anyone out there likes you? You’re wrong. You’re worse than the shit on the bottom of their shoe.
“Max was punishment after Raph,” Wyatt blurted, a weight rolling off his chest. Then he froze. Crap.
Sam’s eyes grew
