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My Stepbrother 373

My Stepbrother 373

Chapter 373 

KESTER

How much longer was I supposed to keep sitting on my hands

Four fucking days

Four days without my mate

Every damn hour felt like I was being skinned alive, like some cruel bastard had peeled back my flesh and was dousing me in salt just to see how long before I broke

I won’t lie, Saint and his crew had been on their grind. They weren’t sleeping. They barely even blinked. Since they found out Nagel wasn’t on land, everyone knew shit had gotten real. Even Saint’s loyal bitch, Karashi, had learned to stay the fuck out of the way

But none of that changed the fact that my mate was still gone. And I was losing my fucking mind

My phone pinged, and when I brought it out, it was a text from Karlos

We’ve got Alpha Wes where you want him.Perfect. Finally. One glimpse of light. Something to punch and hurt and make bleed

I had someone to pour my anger and frustration on while we waited for any signal at all that would tell us exactly where that crafty bastard was. Although Saint had already fully involved his marine agents

I clenched my jaw, shoved the phone into my pocket, and turned to Norlan, who was still hovering the damn Grail

over that quiet little genius girl like she was 

He even brought her a cup of coffee when she seemed thirsty

Perfect

I’m stepping out,I said, already moving

Where?Norlan asked, barely glancing up. 

Wes.That was all I needed to say

His eyes flicked up, and he nodded. He knew exactly what that meant

I was already at the door with my hand on the doorknob when I heard voices

Don’t tell him.” 

The voice sounded like Norlan’s

Then I heard another voice

He is a man. He needs to know.” 

It was Saint’s cold, unbothered voice

Something in me stilled

The grip I had on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles went pale. I turned slowly

Chapter 373 

The whole room was tense as fuck. Everyone froze like they’d rehearsed how not to breathe when I was around

What the fuck is going on?I asked. My gut twisted. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. My instincts were screaming like bansheby in 

No one said anything. Saint just turned his laptop screen around so I could see it

And in that second, time stopped

The room came to a standstill

The fucking planet held its breath

Heck, the whole world stopped existing, and I was sure even the gods looked away as I took in the scene unfolding before me

The laptop sat on the table like some cheap fucking portal to hell, and Saint, the cold bastard, was just watching me watch it. His fingers hadn’t twitched since he turned the screen toward me. And me? I was trying really trying to pretend I didn’t see what I was seeing

At first, I couldn’t process it

Not because it was blurry, but because my brain refused, as if it was trying to protect me, because it certainly knew what came after clarity would be permanent damage

But clarity came anyway

And it gutted me

As if that was not enough, Saint turned the volume up. It all sounded very distant because the only thing I could really hear at that point was the rush of blood drumming in my ears

I staggered back a step like I’d been shot. My lungs refused to work. My fists clenched so tight I felt the skin split across my knuckles

I heard Norlan mutter a Fuck.but it all sounded as 

under water

I saw my mate, bound with chains, lying on the bare floor and crying her lungs out

She was putting on a dress that wasn’t even hers to begin with. And it was already torn to shreds byFuckBy Kex

Did heDid he just hit my Kasmine

Was he actually… 

No. 

Fuck, no

Was he trying to force himself on her

I scoffed

My vision tilted. For a split second, I thought I was passing out

But no. That would’ve been merciful

I felt something wet slide down my palm. It was blood from my own clenched fist

My nails had cut into my skin

My eyes scanned the whole room, and every fucking person in there sat still. Watching me

Chapter 373 

Someone in the room mumbled something, but I didn’t hear shit

My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

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My Stepbrother

Synopsis : My Stepbrother

Kasmine’s world shattered the night she witnessed her stepbrother, Kester Hamilton—the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack—murder an innocent man in cold blood. What began as a normal evening in the woods turned into a nightmare that would haunt her forever. The man Kester killed was no threat; he had only been talking to Kasmine. Yet Kester justified the murder by claiming the man tried to force himself on her.

Trembling and terrified, Kasmine confronted him, refusing to believe his twisted explanation. But Kester’s demeanor remained disturbingly calm. He didn’t show an ounce of remorse. Instead, he scolded her for being dramatic and tried to drag her back to the party, as if nothing had happened. When she resisted, he unleashed his Alpha command—a power no wolf could defy. Under his control, Kasmine’s will crumbled, and she obeyed him like a puppet.

As she returned to the party—ironically, Kester’s girlfriend’s birthday celebration—Kasmine’s heart broke. The brother who once protected her now scared her more than anyone else.

Her mind drifted back to her childhood, to the days when Kester had been her hero. After her father’s death, her mother remarried Alpha Kade Hamilton, Kester’s father. At the time, Kester was fourteen and Kasmine was only seven. He took her under his wing, treating her like a precious little sister. He brought her gifts, defended her from bullies, and made her feel safe. To everyone around them, Kester was the perfect big brother.

But as Kasmine grew older, that “protectiveness” became something else—something dark and possessive. By the time she turned sixteen, Kester had started isolating her from others. He didn’t allow her to have male friends, and even her time with female friends was limited. He wanted her attention, her trust, and her presence—all to himself. It became suffocating.

Now, at twenty years old, Kasmine had no boyfriend and barely any social life. Every time she tried to rebel, Kester reminded her that she should wait for her fated mate when she turned twenty-one and got her wolf. Her parents saw his control as love and protection, never suspecting how toxic and obsessive it had become.

After witnessing the murder, Kasmine was emotionally destroyed. She couldn’t eat, sleep, or think straight. The image of the lifeless man haunted her. Luckily, she only had to see Kester on weekends, since he was busy running both his pack and his billion-dollar company—Zamford Technologies. But even from a distance, his control continued. He had bugged her phone and laptop, monitoring every message and call. There was no escaping his watchful eyes.

Trying to focus on her studies, Kasmine pushed herself to attend her final year of college. She was preparing for her internship, and for once, she felt hopeful. She had submitted three company choices, deliberately avoiding Zamford Technologies to stay away from Kester. Her best friend, Jake—a guy she secretly liked—had applied to the same companies. She dreamed of being placed in the same one as him. Maybe then, away from Kester’s shadow, she could experience normal life, maybe even love.

That morning, she rushed to campus, still hopeful about the internship results. At the school entrance, she met her best friend, Claire, who looked visibly upset. Claire confessed she had been posted to J&F Technologies. Her disappointment wasn’t about the company—it was about Kester. Claire had nursed a crush on him for years and had listed Zamford Technologies in hopes of working near him. But her wish had failed, and she’d lost her chance.

Trying to comfort her, Kasmine asked about her own posting. Strangely, Claire didn’t answer, avoiding her eyes. Confused but impatient, Kasmine dragged her to the information board. Her heart raced as she scanned the list, looking first for Jake’s name. He was placed at Plush Technologies—one of the options they’d chosen together.

Excited, she searched for her name next, praying to see it under the same company. But her excitement quickly turned to dread. Her hands trembled. Her breath caught in her throat. There, beside her name, was written: Zamford Technologies.

The world seemed to tilt around her.

It couldn’t be real. There had to be some mistake. How could she, of all people, end up at her stepbrother’s company—the very place she’d tried hardest to avoid? Panic rose in her chest as the realization sank in. Kester must have done this. Somehow, he had found a way to manipulate her placement, ensuring that even in her professional life, she couldn’t escape his grasp.

Her mind flashed back to his piercing green eyes, his dominating voice, the way he’d ordered her around after committing murder without remorse. Now, he would have full control over her again—for hours every day. There would be no hiding, no breathing space.

As she stood frozen before the board, Kasmine felt her fragile hope for freedom crumble. She had spent years yearning for the day she could make her own choices—turn twenty-one, find her fated mate, and escape Kester’s suffocating hold. But now, destiny—or rather, Kester’s manipulation—had pulled her right back into his world.

And deep down, she feared that this time, she might not make it out alive.

Themes and Tone:
“The Alpha’s Obsession” explores the darkness behind overprotective love, the trauma of control disguised as care, and the pain of being trapped by someone who claims to love you. The tone is tense, emotional, and suspenseful, building a deep sense of dread as Kasmine realizes that every path she takes leads her back to the same monster she once called “brother.”

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