My Step-Dad Is My Mate
Prologue

I watched as he held her hand and stared into her eyes with suchadmiration.

"....I love you Roseanna." He said to my mother at the end of his vowsand her smile grew another step wider.

Rolling my eyes in irritation, I looked down towards my phone andplayed Sims Free play to drive my attention from this disastrouswedding.

"Put the phone down or I'll take it away tonight." My mother's voicerang out to me via our mind link and I slammed my phone down ontomy lap, making the two people sitting beside me on each side look atme.

"Mind your business.” I grumbled lowly and they turned their heads.As I put up my head, I saw they were kissing and I felt a twinge ofjealousy and anger flow through me.

My wolf also growled at the sight but I don't know why. Why did I hatemy mother for kissing my new 'step-dad'? I shouldn't even care.

But I do...

All those nights she brought him to the house for dinner, I hated whenshe touched him.

All those nights he came over for “quality time’ I hated when he wouldcuddle up with her and not me.

I pushed my jealousy aside and clapped with the other guests as mymom and step-dad walked back down the aisle with huge smiles ontheir faces and their fingers intertwined.

Releasing a low growl, I looked around me to make sure no one heardthen went back to glaring at the newlyweds.

I should be the one he looks at that way, not her but what can I do?And what the hell am I saying?

Probably my hormones, I reassured myself as the reason to myattraction to the devilishly handsome Richard Blaize aka step-dad.These feelings would probably go away as time progressed on right?He looked my way, holding my gaze which was already on him.

The way he looks at me....is like he knows. Like he knows how I feel andmaybe... Just maybe he feels the same. Suddenly, he tore his gaze frommine and I whimpered quietly at the loss of the very small contactbetween us.

Obviously he would never feel the same way about me. He loved mymother...

My mother... not me.

My mother gestured for me to come to her and I pushed past thepeople crowding around them and made my over to her.

She beamed at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Mom was finallygenuinely happy since my real dad, her mate died. No matter what typeof unknown feelings I had for Richard, they would go in time but allthat mattered right now was her happiness.

"Stand by Richard Danica.” She told me and I reluctantly moved over tohim and plastered a fake smile on my face as a photographer took ourpictures.

Now and again I felt eyes burning holes into the side of my head andwhen I finally looked up, Richard was staring at me then turned hishead back to the front, smiling.

What is he...

"Look forward miss." The photographer said to me and I mumbled anapology then faced front, smiling as well.

"Okay. Now just the bride and groom. Miss, can you move please?"

I moved away, standing next the photographer while I watched himtake pictures of Richard and my mother.

Suddenly, I saw him grab my mother and pull her closely to him,pressing their lips together in a kiss.

My anger flared but I held back my growl as it threatened to make itselfbe heard.

Looking away, I went to the back of the crowd so no one would see meas their eyes were all locked on the newlywed couple, and wiped myteary eyes.

God, why did this hurt so bad?