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My Stepbrother 381

My Stepbrother 381

Chapter 381 

KESTER 

Saint insisted we wait for his signal, but it was taking too fucking long.” 

What if Kasmine gets hurt before we move

Brie kept emphasising that Saint was never wrong 

Said they had someone on the inside, who’d give us the exact goahead

She kept repeating one damn word like a preacher 

doomsday sermon

Timing

Timing

Timing

She said Saint’s timing was everything. Not a second before, not a second after

Okay. Okay, I calmed the fuck down

She finally announced that we had sixty more seconds to go in

My heart kicked into a fullon panic sprint. Norlan patted my back for emotional support. I wish that would stop me from combusting on the spot

Butwhat the hell was happening

Why did it seem like hell had just opened way too early? Why were Saint’s men already breaking in through the roofs, windows, everywhere

What the hell

What the fuck is going on?!I barked, spinning toward Brie. What happened to Timing? We have thirty more goddamn seconds!I sneered when I noticed something was terribly wrong

Brie just muttered a shit, cocked her rifle, and pushed forward like a fucking terminator, leading her men inside

Something was definitely wrong. I could bet my balls 

on that

Alpha gave the order. Just follow,she said over the sounds of gunshots ringing everywhere around us

Fuck

Kasmine

I ran in with my instincts boiling over

I knew it. Something was not right

This wasn’t looking like a rescue mission anymore. This was a fucking warzone

I let Zeth share control, our rage syncing like clockwork. A loud, thunderous roar tore through my throat

I gutted down as many men as dared to step in my way with my claws. Saint and his men had guns with bullets made of silver. I could use one if I wanted

But nah

Tearing them apart with my bare hands felt too fucking good

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By the time I barged into the main building, my claws were soaked, dripping hot blood across the floor. But it wasn’t enough, I needed mor 

I followed the sound of voices and more shots and kept moving until I stepped right into the center of the damn warzone. It was the kind that made my heart skip several beats

Shattered glasses, dust, smoke, broken bricks, bodies, all scattered around. My eyes did a quick scan of the bodies scattered around, and relief almost washed me to the floor when I didn’t find Kasmine’s body

But when I turned my gaze to the far left of the large space, I saw her

Fuck

But she wasn’t alone

Nagel held her by her throat to the fucking wall with a snarl on his face. Saint and Norlan soon joined me, both pointing guns at Nagel while Zeth was already clawing at the edges of my mind, demanding full control. And I almost gave it to him

My mate looked so weak and pale that my heart shattered by- 

looking at her

God, I thought I had lost my emotions to numbnessThey were still fucking there, because everything came flooding in the moment I saw her like that

Everyone went still. But why did it seem we were here for two different missions? Why was Kyrie, Saint’s Beta, pointing his gun at one of Nagel’s men who was holding a young girl captive? Why did he look like he was ready to throw this whole mission under the bus just to rescue whoever the fuck that girl was

Saint didn’t take his eyes off Kyrie. His jaw clenched tight enough to snap. Fucking idiot,he hissed under his breath

What the fuck is going on? Who is she?I growled, pointing at the girl in a small black gown that hung barely two inches below her butt cheeks, who Kyrie was seconds away from killing for

He was silent for a while, his eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at the said girl before replying in one simple sentence

She’s my stepsister.” 

That was all he had to say to complete the puzzle. When they said they had someone on the inside, they were 

referring to 

her

And obviously, Kyrie, in his glorious savior complex, was seconds away from tanking the entire op because he thought she was 

in danger

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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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