Stepbrother’s SecretA Men of Meadowfall book Anna Wineheart Contents In Meadowfall… Prologue 1. Olivier 2. Eric 3. Olivier 4. Olivier 5. Olivier 6. Eric 7. Olivier 8. Olivier 9. Eric 10. Eric 11. Eric 12. Eric 13. Olivier 14. Olivier 15. Eric 16. Eric 17. Olivier 18. Olivier 19. Eric 20. Olivier 21. Olivier 22. Eric 23. Olivier 24. Eric 25. Olivier 26. Eric 27. Olivier 28. Eric 29. Olivier 30. Eric 31. Olivier 32. Eric 33. Olivier 34. Olivier 35. Olivier 36. Eric 37. Eric Epilogue Author’s Notes Omega’s Stepbrother Omega Teacher’s Secret Men of Meadowfall About the Author Copyright Anna Wineheart 2019 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. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only. Warnings: past childhood abuse, past domestic violence and some present violence from an ex, verbal abuse, brief mentions of past sexual violence, some self harm, some violence and gore. Please be warned! To all my readers - I wouldn’t be here writing books if it weren’t for you. Thank you!!! . Sign up for Anna’s newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/cske55 Follow Anna on social media: Goodreads | Anna’s Wine Shack (Anna’s reader group) In Meadowfall… The Omega’s Secret Pregnancy Omega Teacher’s Baby Omega’s Stepbrother Two Alphas, One Omega Omega Teacher’s Secret Stepbrother’s Secret Prologue Olivier’s face burned. He shouldn’t. Eric was his brother. “I’ve never been in a rut,” Eric muttered, his breath puffing into Olivier’s hair. That surprised Olivier. “How?” he breathed, his heart pounding too fast. “I thought—I thought you were married.” “Never with Alice.” Eric pressed his face against Olivier’s shoulder, reaching around him. With quick, decisive tugs, Eric pulled Olivier’s belt open. “It was never the same.” Really? Olivier wanted to know more, but he also didn’t. Didn’t want to think about Eric’s omega now. He just wanted Eric to himself, wanted to forget all the bitterness between them. “Please,” Olivier whispered. “Please what?” Eric unbuttoned the top of Olivier’s pants. Pulled open his fly, relieving some of the pressure there. Olivier’s cock strained up, trapped in his briefs. “Tell me, Ollie.” Olivier closed his eyes, the nickname making his chest squeeze tight. He hadn’t thought he’d hear that from Eric’s lips again. “I don’t know,” Olivier whimpered. “I want everything.” “Fuck,” Eric groaned. Then he released Olivier and turned him around, so their eyes met. Olivier froze. He’d have preferred not to look at Eric. So he wouldn’t see any of Eric’s revulsion, or hate. But Eric didn’t seem repulsed by him. In the bright fluorescent light of the shop’s backroom, Eric’s eyes were a clear reddish-brown, his lips full, his expression hungry. He wasn’t put off by Olivier, and he wasn’t angry, either. “Shouldn’t you be angry with me?” Olivier croaked. Then he regretted it, in case Eric came to his senses and left. Instead, Eric caught his chin, leaned in, and slanted his lips over Olivier’s, kissing him hot and hard. 1 Olivier “Thank you, and please come again!” Olivier said to his newest customer, an alpha who had been making eyes at him the whole visit. “And, um, before you leave... There’s spinach stuck in your teeth.” Olivier bared his own teeth, pointing at his incisors. The alpha stared. Olivier froze. Wait. I did not just do that. Except he had, and the alpha looked blankly at him, any playfulness from the past few minutes turning into an uneasy awkwardness. That had been the most terrible thing Olivier could say to a customer. Worse, someone he’d been thinking of spending his heat with. Why does this always happen to me? Olivier’s face burned. “Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to shame you or anything. Just... just in case you’re meeting someone later.” Except he’d just dug a grave for himself, hadn’t he? The alpha closed his mouth, sticking his tongue up against his teeth. Olivier squirmed. “I mean, having stuff in your teeth isn’t shameful. Maybe it was intentional. Good on you for being unique. Have a good day, sir.” The alpha found his spinach, working it out from between his teeth. Then he rolled it into a ball in his mouth, swallowing it. Olivier’s skin crawled. So he wasn’t fucking this guy tonight. There was just no way in hell, heat or no heat. The alpha took his bag of guitar picks, nodded curtly, and left. The bells on the door jingled behind him. Olivier waited until he’d walked out of sight, before sinking down behind the counter. “I did not just do that,” he groaned, banging his forehead against the counter door. Bad enough that his business was failing. He didn’t need to drive new customers away, too. “That was terrible, coming from you,” Levi said behind him. “I thought I’d win the Awkward Award, but maybe you did tonight.” Olivier buried his face in his hands, the heat in his body thrumming along his bones. It had been plaguing him for two days straight. He desperately wanted to bring an alpha home. Someone he didn’t know, someone he wouldn’t screw up with. Someone who would hold him, fuck him, and help him forget that Olivier’s Strings was a few months away from closing permanently. It wasn’t just that, though. Minutes before Mr. Spinach had stepped into the store, Olivier had glimpsed his stepbrother’s post on Facebook. Everything about Eric’s status update... it had frozen Olivier completely. I’ll be moving back to Meadowfall for a while, Eric had written. Alice passed away last month. I need to get my life back together. Jenn’s coming with me. Eric, back in Meadowfall? The last time Olivier had seen him, they’d been on a fire escape, Eric crowding Olivier against the railings, Eric’s lips hot on his. I love you, Eric had said. The memory still made Olivier’s heart clench. Ten years ago, on the night before Eric left for boarding school... they had kissed. Eric had touched him, and Olivier had realized who he wanted his alpha to be. Eric was his stepbrother. Their parents had married
