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My Stepbrother 331

My Stepbrother 331

Chapter 331 

KESTER

I didn’t wait. I dived into my car and drove off, leaving Norlan behind. I knew he’d catch up. Couldn’t spare those few seconds waiting for him to meet me in my car. Besides, he came with his own car

The tires screeched against the asphalt as I tore out of the driveway, the wheel jerking beneath my palms. Horns blared. Lights flashed. People cursed

I didn’t give a fuck

I wasn’t thinking about traffic rules or red lights or who the hell was in my way. I drove like a madman on a mission

My mate could be bleeding out in somesterile, white hallway or lying cold in a goddamn morgue. And I didn’t even know

I tried calling Kasmine’s phone, but it wasn’t connecting

Fuck

I called Cole. The bastard always picked up, except today

Pick up the damn phone, Cole!I yelled, slamming my fist once against the steering wheel

No answer

I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached

I knew it. I fucking felt it. It had been tugging at my consciousness for days nowthat feeling in my gut like the earth had tilted a little to the side.. 

It was all too realIt all felt like the calm before the storm when I saw everything finally falling in pleasant places

I knew it was all too easy. I fucking knew it

I looked in the rear mirror and saw Norlan’s car speeding behind me 

We were just minutes away

Cole hadn’t told me the name of the hospitalOr, maybe he did, but I was too carried away to even hear him

But I knew where she was. Thanks to her necklace, I could find her blindfolded. She was still somewhere around the pack. Normally, we had to drive for three hours to get there. But with this speed, we were already almost there in two 

I gripped the wheel tighter, my heart pounding like it wanted out of my fucking chest

Please be safe for me, baby. Be safe.I kept chanting. That was all that mattered. Her safety. The culprit would pay after that

But what if I got there and it was already too late

What if the last time I held her was the last time I would ever hold her

That thought alone felt like a knife being twisted into my spine

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Chapter 331 

A loud CRASH yanked my attention back to my surroundings

I heard metal shredding metal, tires shrieking, and glass exploding to the air

I slammed my foot on the brakes. The tires screeched so hard that the whole car spun slightly before jerking to a violent stop in the middle of the road

I stared into the rearview mirror, wideeyed

Fuck !” 

Norlan’s car wasn’t behind me anymore

It was sideways, smashed into the divider rail that bordered the steep slope leading into the old construction site. That stretch of road was narrow as hell and barely lit sharp curve, poor visibility, steep fall

Perfect for a fucking ightmare

He’d tried to swerve and missed

The front of his car was crumpled like paper. The roof had caved slightly. One of the front wheels was completely off Steam hissed from the hood. One of the back doors was hanging open, and there was no movement. No fucking movement

My chest tightened

It was 5 PM, but the sun was already dragging its golden corpse down the sky. The road was lonely without a single car in sight

The world had stopped breathing. So had I. 

I froze with my hands still on the wheel, my heart tearing itself in half

ShitshitSHIT!” 

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real

It couldn’t be

Norlan was just behind me. He was just fucking there

My body jolted forward like it wanted to leap out before my brain could catch up

Then I froze. Because my brain couldn’t process what my eyes were screaming at me. I stared at the scene so hard, almost as if I could will it to be a lie

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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