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My Stepbrother 390

My Stepbrother 390

Chapter 390 

Unbelievable

Norlan now gives me fucking parables

He made to keep walking when one of my men approached us

We’re all set, Alpha.” 

Good. It’s about that time

I took long strides, in a hurry to charge into that bunker and chopchop

The moment I stepped in, a small moan escaped my throat

Because, oh, fuck me, the setup was perfect

The table was a fucking dream

A nightmare, actually. For them

Lined up neatly like silverware at a fancy restaurant were hammers, batons, wrenches, knives, scalpels, and even a damn saw. Big, small, clean, stained, name it. Each one practically begging me to pick them up and start the music

The axe? Oh, that one was my fucking favorite

Did I mention the cameras

Stupid me

This was cinema

An ARRI ALEXA Mini LF with Signature Prime Lenses stood in the middle of the large space, facing the stageto catch the moment the light left their fucking eyes

On either side, angled like twin snipers, two RED VRAPTOR XL 8K VNs stood ready to capture every glorious fucking second of the show from perfect angles

I wish I’d kept my promise to Mine to give her a frontrow seat to this little horror show, so she could watch me execute the bastards who hurt her, slowly and intimately. But knowing Kasmine? She’d go all soft, cry into her sleeve like she does during horror movies, whispering, Don’t do it, Kes.” 

Because this isn’t a movie

This is reality

A personal horror feature

And since I knew she couldn’t stomach the live screening, I did what’s best for her. I decided to record every filthy second of the show. I’ll hand it to her whenever she’s ready to see what I did for herWhat I became for her

I let out a grin as I quickly walked to the table with the urgency of a doctor rushing into an emergency room

Alright, boys,I clapped my hands once, Who’s first?” 

My gaze rested on the men tied, gagged, and slumped in their chairs like bags of bloody laundry just beside my stage

They looked pathetic. Sorry excuses who call themselves men. Blood kept trickling down their heads, noses, heck, all around their bodies, I had ordered for special doses of The WitchBrew Shot to be injected into them very gradually over the last four hours, enough to get them ready for the process.. 

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Think of it like silver laced with wolfsbane and paralysis root, suspended in ashblood extract

This not only halts healing but leaves them hyperaware of pain. They’ll be trapped in a body that will never ever recover

I glanced at Nagel Vale. His eyes still burned with that familiar fire of a man who’d watched a thousand others suffer without blinking. The arenait pick Wants to die with pride? Trying not to show any form of weakness, like he wasn’t soaked in his own piss and bleeding out the corners of his mouth thinking he had some kind of dignity left

Everyone bleeds. And I had just the exact tool to make sure he bled from the inside out

I smirked at him. You’ll be fun.” 

The trembling maggot in the middle caught my attention. He was shaking so hard, like his soul was trying to escape his body before I got to it. And something about it thrilled me

My smile widened. Ah! That’s right.I leaned in, close enough for him to smell the madness on my breath. You’re the little spectator in the video, huh?” 

I turned to my men, Let’s start with him.” 

They didn’t hesitate. Two men grabbed the coward like trash off the street and dragged him to one of the slaughter tables. 

I rolled up my sleeves and walked to the tools laid out like surgical instruments. Except there was no healing or recovery here. Just vengeance served raw

You know what the funny part is?I muttered, mostly to myself. I’m not even angry anymore. I’mfocused. And that should terrify you all more than anything else.” 

I turned toward the man strapped to the table, saw the tears leaking from his eyes, and the pathetic attempts to mumble through his gag

Let’s not waste time.” 

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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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