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My Stepbrother 389

My Stepbrother 389

Chapter 389 

KESTER

Nine hours. That’s all I got. And I had to use it wisely

Two hours flying back home and heading for my bunker

One hour for Kex

Fortyfive minutes tops for Nagel

Thirtyfive for the piece of shit who took the video. The one who thought recording my mate’s pain was good entertainment

Twentyfive for the son of a bitch who was the standby audience. Yeah. The one who stood by and watched, probably with a grin and a hardon, while my mate was almost defiled. Maybe he got off on it. And now I’ll make him see every inch of hell

Forty minutes to head back home, take a shower, and pack up everything Mine will need when she wakes up. Her favorite hoodie, her sleepy socks, the snacks she likes to eat when she’s too stubborn to admit she’s hungry. Every fucking thing she loves. I’m putting it in her hospital room

Then two hours to get my bloody, smokedrenched ass back to the hospital, cleanshaven and standing right by her bed, to be there when she opens her eyes. Because she won’t open them to just anyone. It has to be me

It will be me

The doctor said she’ll be out for nine hours. That’s enough time for me to serve death on ice and lick the spoon

I should be back in less than eight hours

Had to get a whole crew for this. Didn’t think Judgment Day would come with scheduling and logistics, but hell, here we are

After this one last show, then I could finally start therapy. Didn’t want to start before bringing my judgment down on these motherfuckers

I couldn’t risk having a boring session, in a boring office, probably with a baldheaded man and some funny glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he’d tell me all the wrong ways letting go and healing to make things Kex and Nagel right

I’d rather castrate myself with a plastic spoon than forgive these sons of bitches

Therapy my fine fucking ass

The bastard might even go as far as telling me that all this pain is a lesson, and that I’m supposed to grow from it

where 

Funny

I’ll slice my own fucking balls off and mail them to his office in a fucking gift box if I ever let myself make such a mistake of letting therapy talk me out of such swift judgment that was meant to befall deserving enemies

This isn’t healing

This is war

And tonight, I get to play god

You don’t fix what’s broken with peace and forgiveness. You burn what broke you. You piss on the ashes. You remind the world not to fuck with what’s yours

That’s how it’s done

And even though I know this right here is the only cure I believe in, I still took that bold stepFees paid in full for six months, starting the moment Mine is able to fly back home

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I’ll do it for her. This therapy is what shed want. But I’m only giving it six months. That’s it

You shouldn’t have come,I muttered to Norlan as I killed the engine

I wouldn’t miss this for the world,he scoffed, Gutting down the men who hurt our Luna? Fuck, I’m in

Our Luna

Goddamn

Did something just twist inside my gut

I hated the way that sounded, because it sounded too fucking good

There was a strange awkwardness between us. And it all began to build its nest between us since last night

It was almost as if there was something we both knew that we weren’t saying to each other

We got out of the car. I was halfway through my stride when I stopped

Norlan stopped too

What’s wrong?he asked, glancing at me, but I didn’t respond immediately

I just stared at him silently for a moment longer than I usually would, and he held my gaze

June escaped, Norlan,I announced, and his brows pinched slightly

Fuck. She did?” 

That was it. That was all he fucking said. No rage or disbelief. Justthat

His expression was somewhere between feigned confusion and relief

I let the silence pick up a stool and sit its fat ass between us for a while before I spoke again

Yes. She. Did.I counted my words

A bird at hand, Kester. Time is of the essence.He sighed and shrugged as he just dropped a line from an old man’s bedtime story

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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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