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My Stepbrother 302

My Stepbrother 302

KASMINE

I was exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, physically… 

Everything felt dull and heavy. My thoughts were too jagged to fit neatly in my head

I didn’t even have the strength to be angry anymore. And Kester wasn’t making it any easy for me to stay angry

Because what the hell did he buy all these for? I had only asked for something to eat. Just something simple, anything, But instead, I walked downstairs to a goddamn mall dumped in the living room. The dining table must be groaning under the weight of food, tech, shopping bags, boxes wrapped in ribbons, and a ridiculous lavender package I didn’t even want to know the price of 

He’d gone feral in the name of getting something for me to eat.” 

He was a mix of sweetness and bitterness. He was both safe and dangerous. He was a blend of warmth and wrath. He was honey on a blade. He was sweet and lethal. He wasOh, my God

He was a complex manSo complex that I found myself making up excuses for all his wrongdoings June told me about. I shouldn’t forgive him. But here I was, standing in the middle of a fantasy he created just for meand trying not to cry

Because deep down, I knew what this was

It was Kester’s version of love

Wild. Obsessive. Unhinged

And real, in a way that terrified me

But this wasn’t right. What was wrong was wrong. There shouldn’t be excuses, let alone me making them up for him

Why, baby?he asked cautiously as if approaching a wounded animal. How?” 

He stepped closer, searching my eyes with that impossible softness he reserved only for me. Talk to me, please. Is it something

did

I felt the knot in my chest tighten, a fresh wave of frustration crashing against my ribs. 

He was the problem. And stillsomehowhe made himself sound like the victim

Had he actually forgotten what the problem was? He had forgotten that all wasn’t well

Aren’t you proud of me tonight?he asked, his voice almost childlike now, like a boy desperate for approval. He cupped my face gently in his hands, the pads of his thumbs brushing just beneath my eyes

I stopped when you asked me to,he whispered. I didn’t kill her anymore, I promise. Is this about her?” 

He let out a nervous scoff and shook his head, She’s fine. I left her alone the moment you said to.” 

God, no

You saw that, right? I did that for you. I’d do anything for you, my love. Anything.” 

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His voice cracked on that last word, the kind of crack that sounded like it had a thousand jagged edges

And the worst part

ile meant it. Every, Single, Word

I could see something raw and exposed in his face as if he didn’t understand why I wasn’t crumbling into his arms or that he couldn’t comprehend why his endless offerings weren’t enough to stch the pieces back together

Because, in his mind, he hadn’t done anything wrong

KesterMy voice cracked, Please. Make things easy for me.” 

I stared at him, at those maddeningly tender eyes that didn’t know how to be wrong. Allow me to get mad at you. Allow me to feel rage. Allow me to hurt when you hurt me.I said weakly, fighting back the tears that settled in my eyes, You can’t justHurt me and fix it immediately, as if nothing happened. I feel suffocated, Kes.. My life is a mess right now.” 

His expression faltered. His shoulders dropped a little, almost as if my words knocked the air right out of him

Look? If this is about the baby, I am sorry for taking you unawares. I swear. But I had to, baby. I sincerely needed you by my side. You keep me sane. You keep me alive. IHe swallowed hard. I can’t breathe without you.” 

And for a second, he looked like he might break in half

But I couldn’t let his brokenness swallow me anymore

Did you ever think for once what this would do to me if my mate turned out to be someone else? Did you ever stop to think that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you?I asked, and finally, the anger I had been trying to summon was now bubbling 

from within

His smile was heartbreaking. Delirious

Yes, butterscotch,” he said as if I’d just asked him whether he remembered to lock the door. I did. I thought about all that.” 

Then he took another slow step toward me as if he wasn’t close enough. His voice became so gentle that it felt like he was explaining something to a frightened child

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that is a start at least he sees it is wrong a bit although he still plays victim and justify himself. I am glad she is standing up for herself and telling him it is wrong. He put her

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My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

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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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