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My Stepbrother 393

My Stepbrother 393

Chapter 393 

KESTER

I watched with admiration as Norlan took over from me. We had to multitask so we could beat the time

So, while I take care of Nagel, he’d quickly carve a rough I TOUCHED WHAT’S NOT MINE on Kex’s back

I turned to the next offering

Now, it was Nagel’s turn

The muzzle stayed locked over his mouth. It was a tight silver lattice that blistered his jaw and left angry welts across his cheeks

I crouched in front of him with my elbows resting lazily on my knees, like I was just watching some dying animal twitch on the side of the road

Comfortable?I asked

He growled, and I tapped the top of his head. Let him keep that fire. I wanted to see it die slowly

I’m sorryfor the bruises.” 

He looked 

up

confused

The ones my men gave you. Sloppy of them. So unprofessional. I told them no physical harm. But they went against my instructions anyway. Fucking assholes. I smiled

You know, inflicting physical injuries like this on you would truly have been perfect,I whispered. But then I realized somethingdoing that would humanize you. And you’re not human, are you, Nagel?” 

He glared at me, realizing the game I was playing

Old habits never die,I said, with a smirk so dry it hurt. Well, I want you to remember this, Nagel. I’m not here to punish a man. I’m here to dismantle a disease.‘ 

You’ve grown tougher over the years,” I murmured, cocking my head slightly, like I was genuinely impressed. But that’s alright. Some men need longer to 

rot.” 

—- 

I stood and exhaled slowly. I know what you’re thinking a hammer, a scapel, an axe, probably a cross and some nails for crucifixion. You’re expecting something cinematic. Bat to the ribs, blade to the skin, maybe a few plucked fingernails, too, while nailing you to the cross.” 

I leaned in close and whispered. No. I’m not here to hurt you, my friend.” 

I stepped back and smiled, tilting my head toward the door, and a huge, metal cage made of steel bars, which were silverlaced, was rolled in by six hefty men. It was too small for a man to sit up in. Just wide enough for a body to curl in on itself

The moment he saw it, his jaw tightened

You sold women like animals in cages.I nodded toward the contraption. So, I had that built for you. Pretty, isn’t it?” 

He tried to spit through the gag. Missed

I laughed. No, no. That comes later. First, let’s talk about your future.” 

I stood and slowly walked around the cage. The silver bars pulsed with heat lined inside and out just enough to sting every time he shifted

You’ve committed a lot of transgressions, Nagel.I paused. And yet, you still have your arms and legs.” 

I crouched again, my voice turning soft but lethal, I considered taking one of each. I still might.” 

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His breathing turned ragged and heavy

Tell me, Nagel. Does the collar bite?I gestured to the raw skin beneath his chin. Chales, doesn’t it? Gets worse when you sweat. Yor’ll be reading No AC down here.” 

I nodded to the small speaker above him

It starts every three hours. Girlsvoices. Their real ones. Unedited. You remember that warehouse, don’t you? You made them say things against their wi You forced them to beg for freedomand filmed it.” 

I clicked a remote, and a choked, desperate, feminine voice filled the room

PleaseI’ll be good. Please don’t send me away” 

I watched him absorb it with his jaw clenched tighter. Still the proud dog

Don’t worry. That’s just the introduction.I said, gesturing for the tab to be handed to me

I pulled it open, turning the screen toward Nagel, as I clicked on the playbutton on the screen

It was his mate, bound and blindfolded, being dragged across a dock into a rusted shipping container

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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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