My bullies, My Step Brothers, My Mates?

Since her father passed away ten years ago, Lexi Mitchell has lived a simple life with her mother.

As Lexi's 18th birthday approached, her mother told her that she planned to remarry. Lexi readily supported her decision and was happy for her mother, Jessica.

Weeks later, Lexi moved to a new pack with her mother, and besides her stepfather, Lexi met two familiar faces, Nolan and Nathaniel. The two bad-boy brothers who used to bully Lexi in school turned out to be her stepbrothers.

Prologue

Lexi Mitchell’s pov

The first day of spring break I was free from school for an entire week. Stretching in my bed I smiled seeing the sun shining through the window in my small room.

My 18th birthday was just a couple of months away. I was debating on whether to stay with my mom or leave the pack and bullying behind me.

Living with my mom in a trailer on our pack's land was delightful and much better than the crowded pack house. I wasn't bullied by my classmates here and it helped with my sanity.

It wasn't my fault that I excelled in my classes and had a 4.0 average.

I wasn't interested in flirting or sleeping around with the other pack boys, not that I was innocent. I had already been intimate with an old boyfriend I had in my freshman year but he dumped me soon after finding his actual mate. At eighteen we would be able to find our mates and that was exactly what had happened to Marcus. It was heartbreaking for me so I kept myself away from the opposite sex.

Since then it has been just me on my own with my mom so I focused on my school work and nothing else. She worked as a waitress and was hardly ever around and I enjoyed the solitude.

Sitting up the aroma of pancakes and my mother's cheery voice humming a melody brought a grin to my face.

Rushing to the tiny kitchen I see her twirling around the room starry-eyed and grinning while talking on her cell phone.

Surprised by her happiness, I whispered to her.

“What is going on, did we hit the lottery?’

“Oh sweetie, we need to talk,” she muttered while covering the receiver.

She then quickly ended the call and brought me an enormous plate stacked with pancakes.

Raising my brow I shrugged and said, “Sure Mom, speak with me while I eat. You know that I love your pancakes.”

Eyeing the steam coming from the stacked plate I licked my lips as I began cutting the pancakes with my fork.

“As you know um, well since your father passed I have been lonely and unhappy,” she started and I chewed slowly seeing the worry in her eyes.

“I have been dating a man for about a year now and, well, he proposed to me last week and I told him yes. He is a great man and has a couple of