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KASMINE

It was finally happening

My birthday!!!

The day I’d dreamt of since I was old enough to understand what it meant. The day I would shift for the first time, meet my wolf, and maybe just maybe feel the mate bond that would finally free me from the chains I’d never dared speak of since I turned to my stepbrother.

But why, then, did my heart feel so heavy?

Why did it feel like today–my day–wasn’t mine at all?

I was supposed to be excited, giddy even. Months ago, I’d imagined this evening with a smile on my face and hope lighting up my soul.

Instead, my chest ached. There was a tremble in my fingers that no one else could see.

Because stupid, naïve me had gotten entangled. Entangled with the one person I should have run from so much so that today, which was meant to be my happy day, I’d feel sadder than a woman who just lost her mate. No. Not just lost him. Watched him die and had to keep breathing anyway.

“Oh, Selene! You already look breathtaking!” Claire shrieked behind me, shattering the veil of my thoughts.

I offered her a small smile in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the vanity as the maids. fluttered around me, twisting my hair into a crown I no longer felt worthy to wear.

No matter how sad I felt, I was proud of the woman staring back at me from the mirror.

My gown slid over my skin like water. A long, black silhouette that hugged my curves before spilling down to the floor in waves of satin. It shimmered faintly under the chandelier’s light, catching on every edge like it was alive, like it knew it was meant to leave people breathless..

The neckline dipped just enough to tease, framed with delicate embroidery that almost looked like black vines, curling toward the hollow of my throat where my gold necklace sat.

That necklace never leaves my neck. Not even when I didn’t want to set eyes on the man who gave it to me. Claire practically bounced behind me, still gushing. “God, I swear, if I was a wolf, I’d mark you myself. You’re dangerous, Kasmine!”

I gave a dry laugh. She didn’t catch it, though. Claire never did when she was too hyped.

My eyes drifted back to the mirror. Smokey eyeshadow framed my gaze, making it darker than usual, Bold. Beautiful I looked… like the woman everyone expected me to be tonight. Strong Regal. Ready.

But Inside, I was slipping. Slowly and quietly.

As one of the maids adjusted the clasp on the back of my own, my thoughts slid where they had been tryin

to go

all day.

Kester.

1 hadn’t seen him since I got back from Claire’s house. The house felt empty. His intimidating presence was nowhere around the house. I could have felt in

For every time I walked around the house, running little errands s no one asked me to run, my eyes had wandard

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searching for that tall frame, those dangerous eyes that always saw too much. But he was honestly not here.

And no matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone where he was. Not Mum. Not Dad. Not

Karina

Because what the hell would I even say?

“Hey, where’s the man I tore to shreds with my words last right when he tried to see me?”

Yeah. No.

I swallowed hard, jaw tightening. My fingers toyed with the edge of the vanity now, nails tapping in a rhythm only anxiety could create.

I had pushed him.

I cut him.

Told him to leave. To stay gone,

And hell, I hadn’t meant any of it.

It was easier to be cruel than to admit what I really felt. Easier to push him away than to let him see how badly I wanted him to stay.

I heard a soft knock on my door. One of the guards, probably sent to let me know it was time.

Claire perked up. “That’s our cue, birthday girl! The moon won’t wait!”

She reached for my hand, grinning like this was the beginning of a fairytale.

The hall was a sea of elegance–velvet drapes, floating candles, gold–rimmed everything Dignitaries, nobles, visiting Alphas, Betas, and Lunas–all dressed to the teeth–littered the place like it was some royal gala. Music floated from a live quartet in the corner, spicy food, expensive wine, forced laughter…

Murn had done a perfect job setting it all up. I’d give her that. The whole thing looked like it belonged in one of those glossy magazines.

And somehow, in all that perfection, I felt like the ugliest mistake in the room.

She hurried to me, and within seconds, I was being paraded like a prized auction item, introducing me to so many guests I had no idea who they were. All the while, she wore her perfect smile–the kind that said look at us, we’re

a power family. Nothing’s broken here.

still

Not even the fact that her supposed soon–to–be son–in–law was currently behind bars, facing accusations serious enough to stain bloodlines.

And with this, I realized something cold:

People move on fast. God forbid you’re the one bleeding because no one sticks around long enough to mop up the mess. Just try not to be on the other end of the table because, in a minute, they’ll move on and leave you behind.

“Put a smile on that face of yours, Kasmine!” she snapped under her breath as she nudged me toward a young Alpha who looked barely older than me. “I put in a lot of effort to make this happen. The least you can do is smile.” I smiled. But only with my lips. My eyes stayed dead.

She was treating me like I was already on some shelf. Like was rotting, and she needed to marry me off before the stench hit the wrong nose. Sometimes, I wondered if she even remembered that I was just twenty–one. Still figuring myself out. Still hurting Still making mistakes.

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But no–around here, emotions are luxuries. Appearances? Those are oxygen.

The night dragged on slowly.

A stupidly oversized cake I barely touched.

More dances than I had the patience for, half of them with men who smelled like power and polished shoes.

The gifts piled up like I was some war heroine. Probably enough to start a gift shop if I ever decided to disappear from this life and go rogue.

My phone beeped.

Thankfully, the event was slowly dragging to an end.

I brought out my phone, and my heart fluttered with a stupid flicker of hope that made me hate myself. Please, let it be Kester.

Because I still couldn’t believe he’d miss my birthday for anything in the world. But who would blame him? At least his fiancée was here. I’d seen her earlier, flitting around in a glittery lilac dress, playing the perfect socialite, making sure the guests were drinking, dancing, and having maximum fun.

At least they weren’t together.

I swiped the phone open, and, God, I almost lost my breath

It was a text from the same unknown sender from yesterday.

And this time, the message punched the air right out of my lungs.

I read it once.

Then again.

Then again, as if the words would change the more I stared

“Maybe you’ll finally get your mate tonight so you can stay the fuck away from your stepbrother, you worthless sinner. Can’t wait to tell the whole world who you truly are

Chapter 140

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Chapter 140

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.”