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My Stepbrother 270

AhhRester… 

And that moan shattered something inside me

1 gripped myself tighter. My hips pushed forward on instinct, my length sliding harder this time, almost sliding into her pussy

Her body responded, hips rising to meet mine, making it so damn hard to stay in control

KesterShe moaned again

God, this is a fucking test of willpower

Fuck, babyI breathed, groaning through my teeth. You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.” 

My eyes squeezed shut, I don’t want to lose it. I swearPlease dont moan my name againI shuddered, closing my eyes and kissing her forehead

As if on cuelike her body heard the one thing I begged her not to doshe moaned again

OhhKesterPleaseHer thighs parted further in invitation

Fuck. What was she begging for? For me to fuck her? I’ll fucking ruin her. 

The corner of my eyes stung. I was fucking confused, barely holding myself. And here she was, moaning and pushing me off the 

cliff

Something in my head clicked, and my hand tightened around the base of my cock. With a guttural growl, I slid it into her in one deep, clean thrust

Fuuuck-I gasped in a strangled voice

My entire body shuddered above hers, every muscle twitching as her tight heat wrapped around me like silkdrenched fire

Her arms shifted beneath me, brushing my ribs, and her lips parted in a soft sigh as her body adjusted to my sizewelcoming me 

home

I paused there with my cock fully seated inside her. My trembling hand reached to brush her hair away from her damp cheek. She looked too sweet. Too innocent. TooMine

God, baby,I whispered against her jaw, you feel like fucking heaven” 

I moved slowly. So goddamn slowly that it almost drove me mad

My hips pulled back just enough before gliding back in, sinking deeper, savoring every slick inch of her around me

And the sounds she made… 

They weren’t loud, ou they were soft and sinful. Breathless little moans. Tiny gasps. Whimpers that caught in her throat and then spilled out with every stroke I gave her

Kestershe whispered again, her voice breathy and dreamlike

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Her hips lifted, meeting my not thrust with a sweet, lazy roll

I bit my lip hard

My hand planted beside her head, the other drifting down her side til it cupped her thigh, guiding her leg higher around my waist to open her up more, to sink into her deeper

And gods, I did

Her wet heat swallowed me greedily, and I groaned low in my throat burying my face in her neck

You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, baby, do you?I muured, kissing her neck. I could die in your arms tonight, and it would be okay” 

Zeth did all he could to take full control, but I didn’t let him. The fucker would mark her without my permission, and she would be beyond mad. I wanted her to consent to me marking her before I even thought about it

The way her body responded to me, even in her sleep, said a lot about the difference between what she felt and what she always 

said

Even like this, you know who you belong to, don’t you?I whispered and pushed a bit deeper into her, and she whimpered

Sorry

A bit too deep for our baby

I swear I’m sorry.” 

Her walls fluttered around me whenever I pulled out and pushed back in. Her breath hitched when my thumb brushed over her nipple. Her legs tightened when I moaned her name

And every time I hit that perfect spot, her body shuddered beneath me, and my name was the only name she moaned

She knew. Somewhere deep in her dreamsshe knew it was me. And her body knew who it belonged to

And that thought made my chest ache

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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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