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Misty Mountain Man

TAYLOR SCHAFER

Tropes

MM, Omegaverse, Mpreg, Fated Mates, Shifter, Ex-Step Brothers, Found family

Blurb

Gunnar and Julian’s relationship did not start out easy, but after ten years apart they meet in a mountain town and sparks fly. Literally.

Trigger Warning

Mentions of abuse, alcoholism, and infertility, sexual scenes, not suited for anyone under 18

MISTY MOUNTAIN MAN

Copyright © 2024 by Taylor Schafer

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover by Marilda Martel

Prologue

Julian

Age14

“You get the fuck out of my house and never come back! Ya hear?” my dad yells at my stepbrother, Gunnar. Gunnar was twenty-one and as my dad has said, a ‘no good, tree hugging, stoner, hippy, who would never amount to anything.’ Meanwhile, I secretly idolized Gunnar. I thought he was sexy as fuck. As an alpha dragon, he was obviously built, muscular, rugged, and him working on cars didn’t help my attraction for him. His muscles had just grown over the two years I’d known him, along with my growing attraction. With him and my father both being alphas from separate dragon families, they clashed all the time.

The door slammed, and I flinched at the noise. I was sitting in my room, listening to them arguing again. My dad had married Gunnar’s mom, June, two years ago after he met her on one of his business flights. She had been flying to see her sister, and they hit it off. They exchanged numbers and met back up in our hometown when they both got back. They married six months later. Gunnar and I had only been introduced a month before the wedding. We got along just fine, but meeting him when I was twelve with my hormones going crazy didn’t help the instant attraction I’d felt to him. If my dad had known how I felt he’d have killed Gunnar, even though Gunner had no clue how I felt about him.

With my fifteenth birthday in a week, which would determine my designation, tensions were extra high. From the pictures of my birth mother, and how my stature was similar to her slight frame, you could tell I was leaning towards being an omega. Add in the anatomy lessons from school and you could just tell from my scent that I was going to be an omega. Omegas were somewhat rare, especially male omegas. My mother had died giving birth to me and I may have not known her, but I always felt close to her.

I had taken to hiding out in my room more when I was home, to try to ease the fights between my father and Gunnar. With my scent coming forward, it was affecting Gunnar. Their current fight was because I had walked into the kitchen, while dad and Gunnar were both in there, and I’d accidentally brushed up against Gunnar’s hip with my own. He had instantly gone almost full alpha and grabbed me. I’d felt horrible and had run to my room after my dad managed to separate us.

I’m such a fuck up. I huffed and stood to pace as I could hear dad making himself a drink. I was making my third lap across my room when Gunnar climbed in through my window. “Gun! What are you doing? Dad will kill you!” I whisper-yelled as he stood to his full bulking height of 6‘6″, adjusted his shirt over his tight abdomen and fixed his brown shaggy hair, effectively making me blush. I grabbed his arms and pushed him back toward the window. Well, tried to. He was a fucking rock.

Gunnar snorted. “I’d like to see him try.” He grabbed my tiny hands from his biceps and held them in his massive ones, to my surprise, gently caressing them. “I needed to say goodbye and tell you that this wasn’t your fault, because I knew you would be blaming yourself.” I tried to argue, but Gunnar gave me a look that said not to.

“Where are you going to go?” I asked, feeling myself tearing up. No, he was seven years older than me, and I was a minor. I couldn’t feel this way. There was also the small matter of him being my stepbrother. Pulling my hands from his, I stepped back a foot. Yeah, I was definitely nearing my first heat. Gunnar’s scent was almost unbearable, and if the tent in his pants was anything to go by, he was feeling it too.

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