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" The room felt like it was spinning. My father died in a hit-and-run ten years ago. It was an accident. At least, that’s what Mom always told me. I gripped the paper so hard it tore. I didn't just have a step-brother problem. I had a murder problem

“So, you’re Estelle’s… uncle Kenneth! A very young uncle… How can that be?” The man laughed and his smile transformed his rather ordinary looks. His eyes shone and his face took on a new appeal. Mackenzie shook herself. She was checking out Estelle’s uncle. Kenneth opened the envelope. “My sister, who’s ten years older than me, married Estelle’s father, who’s twelve years older than my sister,” he explained. “Your sister is Estelle’s stepmother…” “So, we’re not blood-related, but since we were closer in age, and since she doesn’t have any other family, Estelle and I just hit it off. She thought it would be funny to call me ‘uncle’. I guess it stuck.”

"Quite frankly speaking, i have never seen him, or heard of him with a woman even. Not even my mom has heard something like that." Uncle Sebastian is my mother's younger brother, and after she met my father, the then beta of this pack, she moved back to this pack leaving her pack of origin--in which Uncle Sebastian is now the alpha. So, he is my maternal uncle, and though we are not that close, he is the one uncle i look up to the most. If i get to be on his good graces, it would go a long way for me so obviously i would not do anything that would upset him, i have always avoided doing such since i was a kid.

ROSE'S POV "Step-uncle." He corrects me. "Corey's my step brother. His mother already had him before she married my father, we were brought up like cousins. The title of family was just mere formality." He starts unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles that shows years of devotion to the gym. "The shirt is damp and uncomfortable, mind if I get rid of it?"

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

But… what was he doing? A mixture of excitement and confusion churned inside of her, and then, to make it worse, stephan spoke, "Uncle is coming!" and a large part of parsley went numb. Her mind raced. He's called Sterling, but he's not part of the Sterling family, that would be... huh… That would make him stephan's uncle, which means oh my god. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw, some had even called her slow, but this struck like lightning down a rod, frying her brain. She felt her cheeks flush and started feeling sick.

Stephany took out her phone and after making sure she was alone and possibly off camera radar, she dialled a number and placed it on her ears as it rang. "And what do I owe this niece of mine to be called at this hour?" Came a raspy voice from the other side. "Uncle Jim," Stephany called. "Wo wo wo! What is it? It's been long since you were in that position. Who and how can I beat that scumbag's heart outta his lungs?" The other side was her uncle. Stephany had stayed with him and was the one her as Stella was using his surname. He was sleeping after his nightshift and due to the sleep his voice sounded raspy.

Soon daddy showed up in the doorway and spoke back to his guest. “Leave your clothes in the living room. We’ll be waiting for you in the master bedroom.” He smiled at me as he walked in and sat down in his recliner. “Showtime, Stephie,” he whispered to me. “Are you ready to be fucked?” I nodded at him and stared expectantly at the doorway. I gasped with surprise as I recognized the man who walked in, jerking his semi-erect meat. “Uncle Fred!” My uncle walked up to the bedside and smiled at me. “Yes, Steph,” he said. “When I heard that your dad was having you fucked I insisted on having a piece of you. Fortunately my friend who’d booked you for today didn’t mind sharing.”

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.

STEP UNCLE'S SECRET WEEKEND I pulled up to the sprawling Harrington estate, my heart already hammering against my ribs. The ivy-covered mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, white tents dotting the lawn for Uncle Marcus’s wedding weekend. Marcus was my step-uncle Mom’s second husband’s younger brother but the real reason my stomach twisted with nervous excitement was their older brother, Julian, my other step uncle.

The warmth of his touch calmed some of the storm brewing inside me, but it didn’t make the fear disappear. “No one else could ever be better for me,” he said softly, squeezing my hand. “Nicole, you’re it for me. I don’t care what anyone says about us being step-siblings. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’m not interested in anyone else, and I never will be. You’re the only one I want.”

"As I said earlier, I'm in a hurry, so move—" "Can't you spare a few minutes to speak to your uncle?" "Uncle?" I raised a brow as I eyed him. Nobody told me Pablo had a brother. He didn't look anything like him, though. If anything, he looked like— "Or step-uncle. I'm not sure. What do you call the brother of your stepmother?" He smirked. "Oh, you're Beatrice's brother." I said flatly. That explained the creepy look. "I've heard quite a lot about you."

They only have two sons which is my Dad and and my Uncle Willie, I really love my grandparents to be honest(both sides), I think they are the ones who is always there for me, I don't know what I'll do if they're not around anymore. When the service is done, each family has different tables depending on the numbers of the members. There will be a feast and meeting after so they told us to stay. I sat in the center of grandma and grandpa so that I can avoid my younger brothers. My family call me Junior of course I have the same name with my father. Fact, my father didn't put Sr. on the end of his last name, you'll know soon. "So....Junior, how's Cambridge? Still have those monstrous professors?" Uncle Willie jokes, "Anyway, how's your studies?" he added. Uncle Willie and Mom is actually a alumnus and alumni at University of Cambridge.

Kayla’s POV I stalked towards Stephen, and he stood there looking at me with wide eyes. He was no longer sporting the smug expression from before, and he didn’t look interested in my wolf anymore either. “Kayla darling…” he called out in a coaxing tone that one would use to soothe an aggressive dog. I let out a loud growl at him and he flinched and took a few steps back. “I am your uncle, remember? I am the only one left in the world for you. You don’t want to harm me, right? You don’t want to be alone in this world, right?”

The second uncle was the odd one out—a guy in his fifties who was still playing the field and would not settle down. The other nine were from the second and third great uncles' side of the family. Stephen did not really keep tabs on them much. Madeline let out a relieved breath. 'Not much attention, that's a relief.' Sadie's voice cut through the air, frigid and sharp. "Don't think for a second that just because I'm here, you can boss me around. Listen up, I'm watching you. If you mess with Hector, you'll wish you hadn't!"

She has been loyal to me ever since. Like I said, I’m not worried about Tempest attempting to take over. This is MY town. “The kiddos are growin’ like weeds. They were excited to see my Uncle Tee this mornin’ when they woke up.” “Your uncle?” She asks and I nod. “Tee is Nate’s stepbrother. I’ve known him since I was eight. He’s my uncle. So that makes Jax my uncle, too. Treat them well, Annie girl.”

Just now, I saw her snort as if dismissing the protests coming her way. He wiggled in his chair, moving her head like a hoodlum having fun. His attitude was really annoying. Without hesitation, he leaned back and sat more relaxed, then raised her hand to point at Uncle Dave without hesitation. "Did you forget that I'm a member of the Murrey family? Are you underestimating my abilities?" They were all silent. After Ethan mentioned that he was part of the Murrey family, they looked doubtful and scared.

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.