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My Stepbrother 375

My Stepbrother 375

KESTER

Ever wondered why horror hits differently at night

Of course you fucking haven’t

But I’ll tell you for free

It’s the thrill

The fucking fear

The blood

The darkness

And the screamsGod, the fucking screams

They echo louder. They mean more. They feed something inside

See, night strips you down. Turns the hunter into a goddamn beast. Turns the prey into something worth chasing

And right now

I am not Kester. That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen

I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up

Because horror thrives at night

And I just became its fucking god

You think you’ve seen rage

No. Rage is a cracked mirror

This

This is a void. A nuclear core. A storm without mercy

You want to know what I see? I see red

Kex… 

I won’t kill him. I’ll redefine him. He’ll beg for death and scream so loud, the dead will cover their ears

And the gods he never believed in

He’ll call them. One by one. And when they don’t come, he’ll know what it feels like to be my Kasmine

But for now, let’s hear how loud Wes would scream

I ran my fingers over the weapons displayed on the small table like I was caressing art

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The metals were cold, but my skin was burning. I couldn’t tell if it was the lights, the air, or just the chaos bubbling in my chest

The groans were getting me irritated. I couldn’t tell if it was too loud in here or if I had just become overly sensitive. Perhaps it was Zeth, who had been bouncing around, agitating to be let loose

雞 

I didn’t give him full control. No. I also wanted to be a part of this. So, we both agreed we’d share partial control while wreaking this havoc

How do I serve you, brotherinlaw?I came to a stop in front of Wes, tilted my head, and smiled down at him. He was already sweating like a pig at slaughter

He was gagged and tied to the chair with reinforced silver cuffs. His eyes were wide like he just realized hell had rules

The room was dimly lit. I had picked out the exact setting I wanted the room to have, and my men did a perfect job. Now I felt like the villain in a horror movie. Or, should I call myself the hero? Well, the end shall tell

He jerked against the cuffs, mumbling something desperate. I leaned in, just enough to feel his panic

Sorry, you’ll have to speak louder,I whispered. What did you say? Need water? A priest? OrI paused, pretending to think, the table?” 

you’d prefer 

He mumbled something again and shook his head frantically

Oh. You’d prefer to lie on the table?I asked, The table it is!I said cheerfully, waving two of my men forward like a game show host announcing the grand prize

He thrashed and screamed behind the gag, with spit flying all over

I wish I could hear him

It was so pathetic. Didn’t people say he was all ice and stone? Why was he screaming like a little girl? Even my Kasmine didn’t scream this way in all those videos they made me watch, and she had ten times the strength in her little finger than this piece of shit did in his whole spine

Comfortable now?I asked him like I was checking in on a patient. My palm smoothed over his head slowly as I stared down at him. He shook his head, swallowing a big lump, and I suddenly found myself taking an interest in his throat. I leaned in, zeroing in on that delicate stretch of 

skin

Right there

Just beneath the Adam’s apple

That would be the sweet spot to start the slice

Noted

He said something again. I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes like I was trying to make sense of his gibberish. Then, I laughed

You know that kind that starts in the throat and builds until it snaps the air in half

I turned my back to him and strolled to my display table like I was walking into an art gallery. I let my fingers dance over everything lined up, until they stopped at the plier

I lifted it with a grin and spun around

This?I asked, my tone a little too cheerful, and my eyes bright with madness

You prefer we start with this before we talk?” 

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His eyes went wide. His head shook so fast he looked like a broken puppet. Sweat poured

Ohhh. You’re delighted?I replied in a highpitched voice

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My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
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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