My Stepbrother 244

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother 

Chapter 244 

KESTER. 

I couldn’t fucking believe it. 

I was going to be a father. 

That one sliver of light amidst all this mess and chaos. This was the one thing that made it all worth it. The one thing that made 

sense. 

I had known Kasmine would be mad at me when I took the decision upon myself. But I had to be selfish to get what I wanted. Because Kasmine was way too stubborn and too blinded by what she thought was right. So I did what I had to do. 

If I had waited for her approval, we’d still be walking in circles, playing this game of almosts and maybes. And I couldn’t afford that. 

And, fuck, the pregnancy came just at the right time. At one point, I was scared, thinking it wouldn’t happen just yet. 

And the moment she threatened to leave me the moment I got June engaged, I almost lost my fucking mind. I wanted to rip the 

whole damn world apart if it meant keeping her. 

So I prayed. 

1 fucking prayed–to whoever the hell was listening – Selene, the goddess? Draegor, the god of hell? Or the overall God who resides 

in heaven? 

I didn’t care. I just begged. 

And someone heard me. 

It was like a miracle. Like fate stepped in and said, “Hey! Here’s your chance. Don’t fuck it up.” 

And I won’t. I swear, I won’t. 

I decided to give her some space to think and reflect on all she told me that night and to see that this wasn’t the end… It was just the beginning of something so new and beautiful. Even though I made sure to station guards around Claire’s house to ensure she 

didn’t do anything stupid. 

I called Claire and told he that she had some days off work, but I didn’t give her a reason. My actual reason was that I needed her to 

stay with Kasmine uninterrupted. 

It was just two more days before her birthday, and I was already going crazy, thinking of the best gift for her. At first, it was just about her. But now? When we had little Kasmine or little Kester growing inside her… Or probably both… Lwould like to gift her something even better. Something that would cover for the baby, also 

I shared the good news with Norlan. The idiot practically screamed. He was going to be an uncle, and once, something felt good. 

I rushed down the staircase, slipping on my dark shades as I headed for the front door. I had a contract signing in less than an hour with Alpha Mellors for the East Wing project, and I couldn’t afford to be late. 

But then, I heard 

s coming from the mini wine bar. 

“I don’t care one bit about you, young lady, but you can’t turn my house into a drinking booth!” I heard Jorja say. 

I was tempted to ignore the chaos. But curiosity got the better of me The little drama unfolding here caught my attention for a 

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second. I decided to go check it out. 

The sight that met me added king to my cake of triumph. 

Karina sat, holding her favorite unlabelled wine bottle and drinking away so early in the morning. So much for one who is dying to be an Alpha. 

I almost laughed. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Karina slurred, barely lifting her head to look at Jorja. 

“You should be ashamed. Bringing shame to our family and reputation? A family and reputation the rest of us have spent time building?” Jorja snatched the bottle from Karina’s hand, and it took all the self–control in me not to intervene on Karina’s behalf. 

I didn’t want anything interrupting her fun. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are, coming to tell me about being ashamed?” Karina asked, eyes half closed. 

“You were brought in here, wasted last night by the same people you claim to want to rule. How pathetic?” Jorja kept delivering her punch in her usual gracious manner, but Karina was too far spent to match up with her energy. “When did you say you were leaving again? 

“Mum?” I called, stepping in, “Hand the bottle back to her.” 

Jorja looked at me like I had said something abominable, “What?” 

“Just hand it over to her. She isn’t worth all the energy,” I added and turned to walk away. I had to make another stop at my supplier’s place. Karina’s wine was almost out. 

Jorja ran after me, “Kester? What is going on with your sister? She now lives with Claire?” I heard the displeasure in her voice. “Her transition day is in two days, and she thinks she can just waltz in here on that day and the ceremony would be waiting for her to walk into?” 

I sighed, playing the part of the tired peacekeeper. “Jorja… you don’t have to be like this. She’s clearly dealing with some personal stuff. We can still prepare the ceremony for her, can’t we?” 

“You always make excuses for her. That’s why she never takes responsibility–because she knows you’ll protect her from anything I say. You spoilt her, Kes.” She said with an eye roll, folding her arms across her chest. 

If only she knew the extent I was willing to go to not only spoil Kasmine but to ruin her… 

“Just get everything ready. She’ll be here for the transitioning.” I kissed her cheek and walked out the door into the garage. 

I slid into the driver’s seat, exhaled, and pulled out my phone. 

Time to call Norlan. 

It was time to set the final piece in motion. Time to bring that smug bastard, Jaden, to his knees. 

But just before I tapped his name, something else caught my eye. 

An email. 

No subject. Encrypted address. No preview text. 

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What the fuck? 

My brows drew together. 

Something about it screamed wrong. 

I tapped it open anyway–because I had nothing to hide and nothing to fear. 

I quickly clicked on the email and opened it. I know nothing startled me, but I swear, what I saw here sent ice straight down my spine. 

It was a video. 

Kasmine was leaning over a sink in a convenience, being fucked into oblivion. 

And who was fucking her? 

It was no other person but me. 

Fuck. 

The angle… the lighting… everything. It was my engagement night. 

My heart didn’t race. It roared. 

Someone had taken a video of us. How the fuck didn’t I notice this? replayed every second of that night in my mind, scanning for cameras, reflections–anything. But there had been no sign of anyone being around or even outside the door when we were in there. 

And under the video was a message. 

“Be careful of the choices you make. They might come back to haunt you.” 

I clenched my jaw until pain shot up the side of my head. 

This wasn’t just a threat. 

It was a warning and a trap, also. 

Someone was watching and waiting. 

And they knew exactly where and when to strike. 

Fuck it.