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My Stepbrother 137

Miss Kasmine?She called

I blinked. Yyes?” 

This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?She asked

1 sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn’t trust the air around me anymore

I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester

I’d even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn’t cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself

UhYes, Melissa. I remember,I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel

This might be important, yes, but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma at the moment

But I guess curiosity was a bitch

I justshe hesitated, her words fully clothed in doubt. remembered what you asked me. That day

You said if I ever saw or heard anything about Alpha Kester’s past therapy, I should tell you,” 

My heart thudded like it knew exactly where this was going and didn’t want to go there

Yeah I breathed. I remember.” 

Melissa was quiet again for a second. Then she dove in

the mall

Well, I took a look. Went through the logs, the archives. I had to go offsystem for some of the older records. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find, but I thought you should know thatShe paused. I could hear her clicking something in the background. According to all his files, his evaluation sessions were completed. He passed every test.” 

1 frowned. What kind of tests?” 

She sighed like she’d anticipated the question. Standard psychological evaluations. Emotional regulation, memory retention, trauma response. The usual for our kind. There were written assessments, observed sessions, and oneonone interviews. The therapist’s notes indicated that he was, and I quote, stable, recovered, and 

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I know!She sobbed. I know what he did! But youyou just erase people, Kester. You destroy them like it’s second nature to you. Doesn’t matter how many masks you wear or how careful you are when you touch meyou are terrifying.” 

That word hit harder than anything else

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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