My Stepbrother 380

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Chapter 380

KASMINE.

I must’ve blacked out the moment that hot iron touched my skin, but I didn’t know how long I was gone.

By the time I opened my eyes, everything was spinning. My vision was blurry, my head pounded, and my body felt like it had been dragged through hell.

Because it had.

I was slung over someone’s shoulder–one of Nagel’s men, I guess. We weren’t on the boat anymore. We were somewhere on land.

The air reeked of mold and metal. I couldn’t keep my eyes open for long, but I caught glimpses of cracked walls, broken windows, and a filthy wooden floor covered in dirt and old blood stains.

The man dropped me harshly on the dusty floor. I groaned but didn’t have the strength to do anything else.

My body was fried and numb… but my brain? Oh, it was starting to catch up real quick. I wasn’t the only one there. The room that looked like an abandoned living room was full of movement, like some sick deal was about to go down and the devil was already circling the block.

Scary–looking men with big guns moved around urgently, almost as if they were behind schedule for hell.

Girls were also lined up. They looked like if they were given a choice, they would rather be elsewhere than here.

Pain screamed through every inch of my body when I forced myself to sit up. This scene was beginning to look scarier than I thought. Every single ache was feeling faded away for a moment.

Iwas

Nagel was barking orders and flipping between calls. And from all I was able to gather, some people would be arriving in less than twenty minutes to pick up some products.

But why did I feel like these products had nothing to do with substances or industrially made goods? Why did I feel like these so–called products had everything to do with anything with a slit between their legs who were actually in this room right now?

And why did I feel like I’d be at the front row of this transaction?

I swallowed a dry lump when realization slowly began to set in, and a small, mocking voice began to giggle in my head, snickering like it had already accepted my fate.

“He’s not coming to save you.”

The voice was on constant replay, no matter how hard I tried to shut it out.

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And the worst part?

I was starting to believe it.

My fingers dug into my arms as I hugged my knees to stop myself from shaking as I thought of all the horror I’d go through from this point of my life.

And I had no one to blame but myself.

I didn’t even try to hold the tears back. Let them come. There’s more where those came from. What was the point of pretending to be strong now?

“Too thin,” I heard Nagel’s ugly voice before he gutted one of the girls with his silver knife.

She didn’t even have the time to die. She just… fell.

The rest of the girls gasped and shook with fear, but they dared not move.

I saw Alpha Kex pacing restlessly with his phone glued to his ear, dialing number after number. Sweat soaked his collar. And I could swear the oxygen in the room was too limited for him.

Something was definitely wrong.

Another girl screamed before dropping dead to the floor.

“We might need to stop doing business with Draco,” Nagel said casually, strolling past a weeping girl without sparing her a glance. “Looks like he’s run out of good products.”

And with that, he gutted the next one.

Wait. This was all normal to him? If he didn’t like them, why not let them go? Why waste people’s lives just because they aren’t up to your expectations?

God, I felt so sick to the stomach.

One of Nagel’s goons, who was built like a literal wall, leaned close to him and whispered something. Whatever it was, it made Nagel’s eyes light up like someone just told him dessert was ready. He nodded, and the brute headed for the locked door across the room.

Seconds later, he dragged out a girl who looked about my age.

She looked… innocent.

Her posture was quite elegant, even though the small, black dress she wore made her look a little like the kind of girl Nagel would approve of. Her skin was smooth, and her hair looked like just walked out of a salon. She looked a little bit calm, but I could still see fear through the cracks of her bravery.

One could mistake her for a model… beautiful to a fault. Her hypnotising blue eyes scanned the place as if

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she were looking for someone in particular.

How did such a beautiful girl who looked so full of life end up here? I felt pity for her because her life was about to take a sad turn.

Nagel sampled her like the “product” he actually saw her as.

He seemed a bit interested in this one.

“I heard you’re untouched, hm?” He said to the girl as his hands began to touch her in places I was so sure she didn’t like.

The girl whimpered. I knew it. She was only acting brave.

Maybe she thought acting brave would save her in this situation.

Poor girl.

“I’d like to be the first to touch you,” Nagel cracked a laugh before he added, “Let’s have a quick taste of you, shall we?”

The command didn’t need to be spoken twice.

Two of his men grabbed her and dragged her toward the torn–up couch dumped in the corner of the room.

I could feel her pain when she tried to struggle against their strong hold.

“Please. Help!” She screamed and I was moved to laugh.

“There is no help coming, sweetheart.‘

Or… maybe I was wrong.

Maybe there was help coming after all. Because I knew for certain I wasn’t the only one who heard a thump just directly above us, followed by the clanking of metal.

And with the way Nagel and his men paused, they certainly weren’t expecting their business partners to arrive from the roof.

“What the fuck was…”

Nagel didn’t even get to finish when we all heard a loud blast and everything came crumbling to the ground like someone pulled the plug on gravity.

And suddenly, this hellhole had new visitors.

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Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha 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.”