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My Stepbrother 385

My Stepbrother 385

Chapter 385 

KESTER

You fucking asshole! I turned so fast my wound nearly split open again, but I didn’t care. I lunged at Saint, my voice lod enough to turn heads in the damn hallway. He stood there like a statue, hands buried in his pockets, with his expression like stone, as if none of this shit was his fault

He didn’t even have the fucking right to be here, let alone stand like he wasn’t sorry

The moment we arrived at the nearest hospital we could find, Kasmine had been torn from my arms and rushed into the emergency ward. She wasn’t conscious. And she was fucking bleeding from between her legs

I tried. Fuck, I tried so many times to push into the operating room. The security, the nurses, and even one of the doctors had to hold me back. They had to go as far as threaten to walk off the case and leave my mate to die on that cold fucking table if I didn’t back down

That was the only reason I didn’t break the door down with my bare hands

It was after their threat that I finally let some halfassed medic treat the stab wound in my thigh. I barely felt the pain. The only thing I could feel was the ache ripping through my chest

I was losing my goddamn mind

If anything happens to her… 

No. I couldn’t even let myself think it

But one thing was certain

If she didn’t make itIf I lost herI was going to drag Saint and every single bastard responsible into hell with me. Personally

I warned you, didn’t I?I stepped into Saint’s space, jabbing my finger into his chest. Your pride. Your ego. Look where it all brought us!” 

I was shaking. I could feel my hands trembling

All I could see was red. Pure bleeding red. It covered my vision and coated my thoughts

I clenched my fists so hard I felt the wound in my thigh throb

I was doing all I could to contain my aggression, because at this point, I needed somethingor someoneto bleed out this rage onto. Anything to get it out of my chest before I fucking exploded. And God help me it doesn’t end up being Norlan, who kept tapping my shoulders occasionally to mutter a Kes. You need to calm down.It already sounded like a fucking mantra to my ears, and I was bored of it already

Kes” 

Say that one more fucking time, Norlan,I growled without turning. Just say it again. I dare you.” 

My jaw was tight, and my heart was racing like it was trying to outrun the moment

I didn’t break eye contact with the arrogant bastard standing in front of me. Tell me somethingI leaned forward, Your Beta’s fucking your stepsister, isn’t he?” 

There. I got a reaction. It was just a slight tick in his jaw, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared

Norlan shifted behind me. Kes” 

I ignored him

You allow shit like that in your organization? That’s the new standard?I scoffed, shaking my head slowly like he’d just disappointed me. Pleasure at work, huh? Or waitOf course, what should I expect from a man who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for two whole days? Had to fuck his staff in a client’s house like a horny teenager. That’s the leadership you’re offering now?” 

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Saint was just like me. And that’s what made this easy. I knew exactly where to hit him. Men like us? We profert our egos with our liver, the dAA ĐÀO fuck about anything else. But insult our pride? Our reputation? Our control? That’s where it stings. Thurs where the wat begins 

And I wanted a war

I could see the little cracks in that blank expression he always carried like a trophy

Kes, stop it,Norlan muttered behind me in a strained voice. Not here.” 

He should fucking make me stop. I dar 

Real leadership, Saint. Real fucking leadership. I spat, stepping just a little closer, watching his pupils shrink. You think I don’t know what men like us are made of? We live off control. Off power, Off appearances.” 

I didn’t give him time to speak. Not that 

he 

Such men didn’t explain themselves. They stewed. And I wanted to boil him

I gave him a onceover. But if your Beta can throw away an entire operation just for your little sisterthen maybe you’re not as feared as they say. Maybe you don’t have the kind of control you claim” 

I let those words sit pretty, as my eyes wandered lazily over his face

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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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