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Chapter 245

KASMINE,

I swear I had no idea how to navigate my life at this point. I stared blankly at my phone, my eyes dry from too much scrolling, too many tabs open, and a lot of funny search history” not just in the browser, but in my mind.

Do women die from abortion?

What are the chances of dying during an abortion?

Is childbirth easy?

Pregnancy symptoms and how to live through them for nine months

How to run away while pregnant.

Can shame kill you before labor does?

I couldn’t tell if I was more afraid of the answers or the fact that I was even asking them. Every question felt like a war drum against my chest.

I was stuck between two impossible roads – risking my life to get rid of it and actually keeping it but running far away from the pack to a place where no one knew me, where no one would look at me and call me a disgrace.

Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

An abomination. A secret sin growing inside me.

My parents would never recover from this. The pack would shame me until I wished for death.

And my friends?

No.

I couldn’t face them.

I stared blankly at the TV, which had been showing a news station for hours now without the volume. I was totally uninterested in whatever was being said or shown, but images on the screen made me feel a bit safe, almost like a reassurance that I wasn’t home alone.

Claire had been nothing short of amazing since I came here to stay with her. Thank God her parents have been away on a vacation. It’s their anniversary, and they sure knew how to celebrate it.

Although she’s been begging me to tell her what’s wrong with me, and I’ve refused, she’s been taking care of me nonetheless.

She saw the haunted look in my eyes, the sudden nausea, the way I’d stare off into space like I was trying to crawl out of my own

skin.

And though I saiding, she still made me tea. Held my hair back when I threw up. Gave me her silence instead of pressure.

She was the kind of safe I didn’t think existed anymore,

My long–awaited birthday was in a few hours. By tomorrow night, I should get my wolf… My companion. I couldn’t wait to meet her. I hoped she’d be strong. Kind. Beautiful. Fierce. Everything I didn’t feel like right now.

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I needed her. I could really use a close companion at this point in my life.

Claire had decided to go and help Mum out with the preparation for tomorrow. Mum had called and texted and said all manner of threats to me, asking me to come home and, at least, join them in the preparation, but I didn’t reply. So Claire had to go in my

stead.

She told me not to worry that she’d cover for me. She made me promise her that I’d rest.

But how do you rest when your world is slowly caving in around you?

When your body feels like a stranger’s?

I hadn’t moved in hours. Just curled up sideways on the couch, a blanket bunched near my waist.

My phone screen lit up against the dimming room, its glow stabbing through the semi–dark room. I blinked, then slowly reached over, arm sluggish as if my bones had turned to syrup.

I expected a check–in from Claire. Or maybe oneˇlast guilt–tripping paragraph from Mum, warning me about the “sanctity” of

tomorrow. But what I saw wasn’t either of those.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

I hesitated. My thumb hovered over the screen. Something about it made my heart twitch. I didn’t know why.

I opened the message.

And my soul dropped.

> “You disgusting little bitch. You think no one knows about your little secret with your brother? Well, I do. Tick–tock, sweetheart.

I’m closer than you think.”

My chest tightened so fast it felt like I’d been punched from the inside. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

My trembling fingers scrolled down, and I gasped audibly when I saw the photo that followed.

It was a clear picture of me and Kester in his office… Kissing. No. Not just kissing…

My lips were passionately on his. His hand threaded into my hair. My eyes shut. His thumb brushed the side of my neck while his other hand was buried beneath my dress.

I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth. The phone slipped from my grasp and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

“No, no, no…” I whispered, curling into myself.

This couldn’t be happening.

That night

we had been alone in his office. No one had been there except us.

A fresh wave of nausea swept through me, and I clutched my abdomen tightly.

My thoughts scrambled for answers, Who could have taken this?

Karina?

No. She just got back. She’d barely been around. And if it was her, she’d be louder and dramatic. She’d want to confront me to my

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face.

this was someone quieter and smarter. Someone who had more access to us than Karina.

But who?

“No, please,” I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest, rocking slightly with my eyes closed in an attempt to stop the torrent of tears already flooding my face.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t even think.

Every worst–case scenario started playing out like a movie behind my eyes… The photos sent to my parents. To the pack leaders. To the Council. To the damn press, maybe.

And then I’d be more than a disgrace.

I’d be executed.

Because no one would believe it was okay.

They’d think it was incest. Perversion. Sin.

And worse?

It actually was.

I sat there, crumpled on the couch like a discarded thing, crying my eyes out when my phone buzzed on the floor, and the screen lit

Kester.

I didn’t move.

It rang again. I stared at it with red, swollen eyes as if the phone itself was diseased.

Again.

“Kester,” I croaked under my breath, the name tasting like bitterness poison on my tongue. He was the last person I wanted to hear from… The last voice I could stomach right now.

It rang a third time, almost as if it knew I was there. Like the phone knew I was seeing the call and intentionally ignoring it.

I reached for the phone with trembling fingers, but my intention was not to answer it. No wanted to throw it, smash it against the wall, and make it stop.

I was about to fling it off when it lit up again.

But it wasnt his narge this time.

It was just a number.

No contact photo. Just ten digits glowing against the screen.

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My heart seized, and I froze.

It could be them.

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plot twist what if its jake?? maybe hes been onto other mole trying to take kester down

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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.”