My Stepbrother 133

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Chapter 133

KASMINE.

“Miss? Miss? Are you okay?” A soft, feminine voice filtered into my haze. My eyelids fought me as I forced them open, squinting against the harsh strip lights above. My face was sticky with dried tears, and my throat felt like sandpaper.

“Uh…. Yeah…” I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice, my confusion colliding with panic. Where… Where was

Oh, shit! I was still in the convenience. I sat on the floor and cried until I dozed off.

“Are you sure you are okay, ma’am?” The lady spoke again, and I took in her appearance. She was a janitor.

She stood a few feet away, mop in hand, her brow pulled together with concern. Her blue uniform looked like it. had seen too many shifts and not enough sleep, but her voice was kind and soft.

I didn’t respond. I pushed myself off the floor, wobbling on unsteady legs, ignoring the way she instinctively. reached out like she thought I might faint again. I glanced at my phone.

Fifty–two minutes. I had been out cold for almost an hour.

Fuck

My legs jolted into action. I didn’t even acknowledge the janitor as I stumbled past her. My heels clacked awkwardly on the floor as I all but ran out of the convenience store, heart hammering like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. 1

‘Get out. Just get out. Go home. Go anywhere but here.‘

I pushed through the glass doors of the venue and was immediately met with the roar of applause from inside the main hall.

My heart froze when

My heart froze when I saw Kester and June.

He was kissing her.

His hand was on her lower back.

Her head was tilted up, her lips molded to his, and the crowd clapped louder, some people even standing to cheer. Then she pulled back, giggling like the perfect fiancée, and held up her left hand.

A thick, shiny diamond sparkled on her finger, catching the light and throwing it straight into my fucking face. My stomach lurched. I felt the bile rise up, acidic and hot. I swallowed hard, and it burned going down.

I wanted to march up that stage, rip the mic from the host’s hand, and scream, “He switched my birth control, you sick fucks! He got me pregnant without my consent, and now he’s parading his new bride around like he didn’t just destroy me!”

I wanted to grab june by her pretty little shoulders and shake her. Ask her if she knew what kind of monster she was smiling at.

Instead, I just stood there. Shaking so hard I felt like my bones were trying to escape my skin.

The applause finally started to die down. The host said something cheesy about love being in the air, and people laughed, wineglasses clinking as the music came back on. Rester and June descended from the stage, hand in hand, ready to greet the guests.

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I quickly wiped the tears that had started falling again with rough swipes before turning and heading out of the hall into the cold night air.

I had barely walked for more than five minutes when I saw Kester just ahead of me, leaning against a pillar.

I wouldn’t lie, I was startled. But of course, he had the kind of speed I didn’t have just yet, at least until I got my wolf.

I ignored his very presence and tried to walk past him, but he held me back.

“Mine, what’s wrong?” He asked, and my blood boiled.

That word. Mine. I hated it now with every fiber in me.

I turned to him slowly, my fists clenched at my sides, every inch of me shaking from the inside out. He had that familiar crease between his brows–concern, confusion, that same stupid calm he wore every time he tried to manipulate me into thinking I was overreacting

I didn’t say a word.

Instead, I slapped him hard across the face. His head jerked to the side. My palm stung like hell, but I didn’t regret it not for one second.

He blinked, slowly turning back to face me. His cheek was red.

“You selfish, heartless bastard!” I hissed, “How could you? How could you do that to me? You switched my birth control pills, Kester! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I stepped back, “You didn’t even ask me. You took that choice from me. Do you even realize how disgusting that is?”

He didn’t even flinch. His eyes narrowed.

Then–so casually it made me nauseous–he asked in the calmest voice ever, like it was the most natural question in the world, “So you’re finally pregnant?”

I blinked at him. My heart felt like it just cracked in two.

“Is that all you care about?” My voice broke. “You ruin me, and the only thing you give a fuck about is if your little plan worked?”

He didn’t answer. His expression was totally unreadable.

I shook my head, bile creeping up my throat. “You’re sick.”

“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, as if he hadn’t heard all I just said.

I swallowed hard and looked away, too disgusted to respond. My silence must’ve said enough.

“Mine…” He stepped closer, but I pulled back.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even breathe in my direction,” I spat, shaking my head. “You don’t get to call me Mine anymore. Not after this.”

I turned to walk away with my heart racing, but his hand shot out and gripped my wrist, “Are you carrying my

child, Kasmine?” His voice was lower now. That mask of concern was gone. His real voice was showing now. The one that scared me. The one that reininded me he always got what he wanted, no matter what

I yanked, but he didn’t let go.

“Answer me.”

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I looked him dead in the eye. “Yes. I’m pregnant,” I whispered. “And I’m getting rid of it.”

That made something shift in his face. His eyes instantly darkened, lips pressing into a hard line. That calm mask cracked, and underneath it, I saw the real Kester.

His grip on my wrist tightened just enough to make my skin pulse, “You will do no such thing,” he said in a tone as cold as ice. “You think you get to make that choice?”

I ripped my wrist from his grasp, glaring at him, “I don’t think, Kester. I know. It’s my body. My life. You lost the right to have a say the moment you used me like some fucking incubator!”

“Fuck, Kasmine. How else did you think I’d keep your stubborn ass glued to me no matter what?” He asked, both his hands sliding into his pockets.

God, that smug look on his face.

“I’ll go as far away from you as possible, Kes. You’ll never find me.” I threatened.

“How far can you go with the Blood Claim, baby?” He asked with a satisfied smirk playing on his face. And I froze.

“You will break the Blood Claim and let me go!” I counted my words through gritted teeth, and I swear the look in his eyes gave me that answer I didn’t need

He wasn’t going to do it. Not a chance in hell.

I was tied to this monster in more ways than one. I couldn’t even tell where his manipulation ended, and my reality began anymore.

“You are a sick monster. I hate you, Kester!” I yelled into his face.

He didn’t move. He just stood there staring at me. Cold and detached. With a smirk playing across his lips.

And that’s what terrified me the most.

He didn’t follow me as I turned and ran off into the night with tears blurring my vision.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha 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.”