Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 1: My Worst nightmare

Chapter 1: My Worst nightmare

April

"Fuck me harder.... Angel, go deeper... yes, yes, ruin me with that big cock of.... Fuck! I’m going to come...."

The raw, breathless shriek pierced straight through the wall, making my ears ring. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my palms flat against the wooden surface, my knuckles turning color.

I bang my head repeatedly on my study table... this has to stop, it has to.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The physical pain in my forehead was nothing compared to the absolute misery blasting through the wall. I pulled back, rubbing the sore spot, staring blankly at the open book in front of me.

My step sister and her so-called whore she brought into the house has been invading my quiet space..

I need to read, but it seems that that won’t happen...

The letters on the page blurred together into an unreadable mess as another loud, wet slap echoed from the next room. I gripped the edges of my desk, my jaw clenched so tight it ached.

When there is a live porn happening next door.

It was impossible to ignore the frantic shifting of bedsheets and the heavy, rhythmic thumping against the partition. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to force the air into my lungs to calm my rising anger.

By the way, this house we live in has many rooms, but for some stupid reason, Angel Morningstar made her room next to mine..

Out of all the empty space in this massive mansion, she chose the exact spot that would ensure I never knew a single moment of peace.

It was a calculated move, a daily reminder of her intrusive presence in my life.

Ever since our parents got married, my life has become a nightmare... we shared everything, the same mothers, last name, a house...

Every single detail of my existence was forcefully twisted to match theirs, stripping away whatever identity I had left. I was dragged into this arrangement against my will, forced to adapt to a family I never asked for.

High school was over finally, and the next thing my mother told me was she got married during her business trip to some wealthy Alpha...

The news hit me like a sudden punch to the gut, delivered over a casual, glitchy phone call while I was still processing graduation. There was no discussion, no warning, just a sudden announcement that completely upended my world.

I was mad, no angry...

Why my mother got married again without my presence, just hello, hi, I’m married life, who does that to their own child...

The sheer disrespect of it burned in my chest, a hot spark of resentment that grew bigger every time I thought about that day. She didn’t care about my feelings or my input, choosing to dive into a whole new life without giving me a second thought.

Then it turned out that I have to move to and start living with my new mom and her so-called daughter, who happens to be an Alpha too...

I hated it, but I tried my best to be nice, but I was welcomed by an ignorant, jerk of a sister.. constantly bullied by her every chance she gets...

My polite smiles were met with cold stares, and my attempts at conversation were brushed off with mocking laughs and deliberate shoulder checks in the hallways. She made it her personal mission to ensure I knew my place, which was always beneath her feet.

For four years she has been my worst nightmare...

A relentless storm of petty insults, ruined belongings, and intentional psychological warfare that drained my energy every single day. I lived on high alert, constantly watching my back, waiting for the next blow to fall.

Back to the present... I don’t know what kind of whore she brought in today, but do they have to be banging so loud, even the walls are vibrating.

Another high-pitched moan ripped through the air, accompanied by a heavy shudder that literally shook the framed picture on my desk.

I pulled off my glasses, rubbing the bridge of my nose as my patience completely dissolved.

I need to focus, I really need to focus.

I clamped my hands over my ears, pressing down hard, but the wet, repetitive sounds leaked through my fingers anyway.

I have to stop that unwanted noise.

I couldn’t just sit here and take it anymore, letting them ruin my night and my reading schedule without a fight.

So I did what I wanted. I stood in front of Angel’s door, she didn’t even lock the door, it was slightly ajar..

The sounds were deafening out here, the heavy scent of Alpha pheromones hanging thick and suffocating in the air, making my stomach turn.

I swear I didn’t want to open it, I just knocked on the door and the door opened on its own.. revealing the scene inside the room.

My knuckles barely grazed the wood before the panel swung backward, the hinges moving completely without a sound. My breath caught instantly in my throat, freezing me right where I stood as the reality of the bedroom exposed itself to me.

How do I unsee this... no, I can never unsee this, not when my glasses are on... this is so vivid and unforgettable...

The blonde girl was on all fours, sweat dripping from her body, mostly her ruin makeup face... I don’t know what it was, but she had a dog leash around her neck and... Angel was holding the other end...

The thick leather strap was pulled tight, forcing the girl’s head up while her hands gripped the tangled sheets for balance. Drops of perspiration glistened on her flushed skin under the dim lamps, her chest heaving rapidly with every desperate breath she took.

For the first time, I saw Angel nude... she was pounding repeatedly into the blonde...

The pale lines of her back muscles shifted and flexed with terrifying power, driving forward with a brutal, relentless rhythm. The sheer force of the motion sent ripples through the mattress, creating a loud, slapping sound that filled the entire space.

I could clearly hear the sound so loud that when I tried to reverse, I stumbled on one of Terror’s squishy toys..

Squeak.

The high-pitched noise broke the rhythm of the room, cutting through the heavy air like a sharp knife.

Fuck, why does it have to be in the way...

I cursed silently under my breath, my balance faltering as I desperately gripped the doorframe to keep myself from crashing down onto the floor.

For a moment Angel stopped, then the girls slowly turned towards the door to see me..

"Angel, I thought you said you were the only one living here..." the blonde’s breathless voice said.

She collapsed slightly against the pillows, her fingers reaching up to fumble with the leather collar around her neck, her face turning a bright, embarrassed red.

"Yes, this is my house, that just happens to be a tenant ghost who refuses to pay rent.." Angel said... she withdrew from her step out of the bed..

Her voice was smooth, completely unaffected by the sudden intrusion as she shifted her weight and slid her legs over the edge of the mattress.

Now I could see it all..

The shadows fell away as she stood up completely, her tall frame towering over the room without a single shred of shame or modesty.

I don’t know why I was still standing, I should have just run back to my room or turned around..

My feet felt like they were glued to the ground, my muscles locked tight by a mixture of shock, anger, and something I couldn’t quite name.

My eyes scanned everything...

The sleek lines of her athletic build, her boobs, tattoos, the prominent muscles of her abdomen, and the sheer, dominant presence she projected just by existing in the space.

Oh my God, that’s really a huge dick...

The sight was overwhelming, completely defying whatever expectations I had formed from reading textbooks or hearing rumors in the past.

I have heard female Alphas having such tentacles, but this was my first time seeing one.. again, in general, this was my first time seeing a live dick.

It throbbed slightly in the dim light, thick and intimidating, a physical manifestation of the Alpha power that kept everyone in this city terrified of her.

"What are you staring at, four eyes?" Her voice brought me out of my......

I tried my best to compose myself, even if I felt something happening inside of me..

A strange, unfamiliar heat crawled up my neck, making my heart race even faster as I forced my expression to turn cold and indifferent.

"Your fuckery noises, keep it down..... you are distracting me from reading..."

I spat the words out, trying to sound brave, keeping my posture rigid as I fought to maintain my grip on the situation.

My voice trying to stare into her crimson eyes, but my mind was down...

She took a step closer, I took a step backward...

"You are not a student, why read?"

She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at me, completely ignoring her own nakedness.

"It’s not your business..." I snapped back,

"Then it’s also not your business what I do in my house..."

She leaned in slightly, the heavy, dominant scent of her pheromones wrapping around me like a thick blanket, threatening to choke out my senses.

"It’s not just your house, it is my house too.... Remember our parents are married," I reminded her, and this is not the first or second time, I keep on telling her and she keeps on responding with the same words...

The sentence felt tired on my tongue, a repeated script that neither of us believed but one that I held onto like a shield to protect my dignity.

"I don’t remember that..... your mother is a gold digger and you are just a freeloader...." She took a step closer. "This is my house. I can fuck whoever I want, anywhere, any place, in my bed, in the kitchen, on the sofa, even in your bedroom.... If you are not pleased with the moaning sounds, you are welcome to leave... there is the door..."

Each word was a deliberate slap to my face, delivered with a cold, slow precision that made the blood boil in my veins. She gestured toward the far end of the hallway, her smirk widening as she watched me struggle to keep my composure under her intense gaze.

She was close to me, so very close that I felt her air on my skin... and not just that, her members were touching my body...

"Get your fucking dick away from me!" I pushed her away from me...

My palms slammed into her sweaty, muscular shoulders, using every single ounce of strength I had to shove her backward and break the suffocating contact.

"Just because this is your mother’s house doesn’t mean you own this house... it’s not yours, it belongs to your mother, which also means you are a freeloader, a lazy one who parties and has sex, spending money that isn’t yours.... Bitch."

The insult tore from my throat, sharp and loud, echoing off the narrow walls of the corridor before she could even try to cut me off.

After saying that, I went straight to my room, I didn’t care about what she was going to say, for four years every day she reminds me that I don’t belong in this house...

I slammed my door shut, twisting the lock until it clicked into place with a definitive, solid sound that felt like a tiny victory. I threw myself against the wood, my chest heaving as I tried to clear the smell of her pheromones from my nose.

I don’t blame her, I blame my mom for bringing me here.. she should have just left me in my dad’s house even if he wasn’t around.... I still would have stayed there happily and no spoiled child was going to rub it in my face, telling me where I don’t belong..

Just a little bit more, a little more savings and I will be able to get my own apartment and finally leave this house to Angel Morningstar.