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KESTER. 

Again… Who said men don’t cry? 

Because, fuck. I was doing all I could to hold back the tears. This was unreal. This was a dream… And I didn’t want to wake up from it. 

Reading my vows to Mine made me more emotional than I thought I was capable of. And seeing her cry that way? It ripped me open. Never knew I could be a romantic. But, hell, Kasmine brought all 

that out of me. 

She looked even more perfect than I thought in that wedding dress. I knew it’d be perfect on her, but nothing prepared me for the kind of perfection standing before me. 

She looked so fucking perfect today. 

Ain’t I a lucky bastard? 

The priest turned to her. 

“Kasmine, do you wish to share your vows?” 

She took a slow breath, her fingers tightening in mine. 

“Kester…” She said my name, and I swear something inside me twisted. My name had never sounded so delicate. “If you had asked me years ago if I could ever stand here… I would have said no. Not because you didn’t deserve it, but because I was too scared. Scared of you.” 

Her voice wavered, but she kept going. “I almost let that fear rob me of the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I almost let my doubts and people’s opinions take you away from me. But I didn’t. And I will thank the moon every single day for the rest of my life that I didn’t.” 

I swallowed hard as I felt my chest tightening. 

She squeezed my hands. “You’ve loyed me when I didn’t deserve it. You’ve fought for me when I wasn’t even fighting for myself. You held me when I was too stubborn to admit I needed it. And even ked at me when I was convinced I would only break your heart… You never let go of mine. You’v 

like I was your world… even when I was trying to run from you. And now-” her voice cracked “-now I want to spend the rest of my life giving you that same love back. I will love you the way you’ve always deserved to be loved. Without fear. Without hesitation. Without holding a single thing back.” 

My throat burned. 

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She gave a small, shaky laugh. “So today, I am promising you what I should have promised you from the very beginning every plece of me. My heart, my body, my soul. I promise to be your wife. Your Luna. Your lover. Your friend. Your safe place, every role you ever want me to play. I promise to be the hands that hold you when you’re tired of holding the world up. I promise to be your mother when you need comfort, your mistress when you crave sin, your anchor when you’re lost, your wings when you’re ready to fly. I will be every single thing you ever need in this life, Vester Hamilton, for as long as I breathe,” 

Fuck. Stop. Stop. Fuck it. 

She was ripping me open with her words. Her words were sinking straight into me. She was touching 

the depths of my very existence. 

“I promise you will never go a day without feeling desired, without feeling wanted, without feeling like you are enough. I will fight for you like you’ve fought for me. I will protect you, love you, feed every part of you–your heart, your soul, your ego, and even the darkest corners you’ve kept hidden.” 

She squeezed my hands. “I will give you children who will know their father as the strongest, fiercest, most loving man to ever live. And I will make sure they know that their mother adored him… from the first moment she truly saw him, to her very last breath.” 

I couldn’t even pretend to hide the tears now. My vision blurred, and my jaw locked, because if I didn’t hold it together, I was going to fucking lose it in front of everyone. 

Her voice dropped to a whisper that still somehow hit me like a damn punch to the chest. 

“I am yours, Kester Hamilton. Always. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never 

doubt it again.” 

My knees almost buckled. 

I didn’t give a fuck that people were watching. I didn’t care about the priest, either. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers because I needed her close. I needed her scent in my head, her warmth against me, before I completely came apart. 

“You’re going to kill me, Mine,” I murmured, my voice shaking so badly it barely sounded like mine. 

She smiled through her tears, and I broke. One tear slipped free, then another. And when she reached up to brush them away with her trembling fingers, I caught her wrist and kissed the inside of it like I was starving. 

She was worth the ruin, worth the humiliation of my tears, worth the ache in my chest, worth every fight I’d ever bled through just to get her here. 

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The priest was still speaking, but my focus was locked on her on the way her lips trembled from her sobs, the way her eyes shimmered with love so deep I could drown in it. 

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And maybe that was the problem. 

Because when she said my name again so softly, something inside me snapped. 

Fuck waiting. Fuck procession. Fuck the priest and his rehearsed words. 

I moved before my brain could even pretend to argue. My hands were on her face, cradling her cheeks, my thumbs catching the tears as they fell. Her gasp was small and barely audible, as I tilted her head and crashed my mouth onto hers. 

Zeth growled in satisfaction at the back of my mind as I kissed her harder, until I felt her melt into me, and until she was breathing me in like she needed me to survive. 

Somewhere behind us, the priest cleared his throat awkwardly, but I didn’t fucking care. 

The crowd erupted in applause. 

When I finally pulled back, I kept my forehead pressed to hers. 

The priest gave a strained smile and cleared his throat again. “Well… I suppose you may now kiss the bride though it appears you already have.” 

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause again, but I didn’t take my eyes off her, even for a 

second. 

Because as far as I was concerned, the ceremony had ended the moment I claimed her in front of every witness we’d ever need. 

“Now everyone here knows what I already knew, Mine. You’re the other half of my fucking soul. And I’m never letting you go.” I whispered. 

Her smile was trembling and wet, and I felt her nails dig lightly into my chest as she whispered back, “I know. And I don’t want you to.” 

Somewhere amidst all of that, the priest announced, “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As if I needed a pronouncement to know that. 

Another round of applause. 

And from that moment on, my little sister had finally, officially, traditionally, and legally become MINE… MRS. KASMINE KESTER HAMILTON. 

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this would make a really good movie 

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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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