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My Stepbrother 332

My Stepbrother 332

Chapter 332 

My heart dropped so fast it felt like my chest caved in

FuckI slammed my fist on my steering

Confusion and panic were setting in. My hands were already trembling. My stomach lurched, and I felt bile rising. Everything inside me was splitting open, and my thoughts were tearing apart like wet paper

What do I do

What do I do

I had toFuck. I had to go back there and get my friend. Or should call for help while I proceed to the hospital to see if Kasmine is fine and then return to make sure the help I’d call for certainly arrived

Fuck

My head spun. I couldn’t think straight

This wasn’t fucking fair

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go

I couldn’t be in two places at once

But both of them needed me now

Was this a fucking test from the Moon Goddess

I picked up my phone immediately and dialed 911, informing them of the emergency

The second I hung up, I flung the door open and bolted

Gravel crunched under my boots as I sprinted toward the wreck, dodging chunks of metal and glass strewn across the road like scattered bones. The scent of burning rubber hit me first. But beneath all that was blood

Too much fucking blood

Norlan!I shouted, my voice cracking halfway out of my throat. NORLAN!” 

No response

The closer I got, the worse it looked. The front end of his car was crushed in like it had folded around something solid. The driver’s side door was bent at a grotesque angle, and through the shattered glass, I could see him slumped forward and motionless, blood trickling from his temple, soaking his shirt

There was a deep gash on his shoulder, the jagged edge of the steering wheel pressing into his ribs

FuckI breathed, stumbling to a halt

He wasn’t healing. Norlanwasn’t healing

And that was when real panic slammed into me

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Chapter 332 

His wolf wasn’t responding. That only meant one thing

No, no, no you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.My voice cracked as the twisted frame. Don’t you dere leave,I rasped. I’m not strong 

dropped to my knees beside the door, frantically pulling at hough for that, man. Not you. Anyone but you.” 

Still nothing

I let out a growl and yanked harder. The metal didn’t budge

Fuck this,I snarled

I let Zeth share control, and with a roar, I grabbed the side of the door and ripped it

Metal groaned and shrieked in protest, but it gave. The door tore away with a screech and flew to the side

I leaned in fast and unbuckled Norlan, careful not to jar him too hard. His blood was warm against my hands. I hated how fucking 

still he was

Stay with me,I muttered, hoisting him into my arms. Don’t you dare fucking die on me! I can’t do this without you, please.” 

His head lolled back, and his breathing was too shallow

You promised,I whispered, my voice shaking. You said we’d make it to the end together, remember?I felt warm liquid trail down my cheek

You promised we’d be the old bastards cackling in rocking chairs, watching our pups run wild. Don’t you fucking go now, Norlan. Don’t you fucking do this to me!” 

This was my fault. All of it. If I’d waited two more seconds. If I’d told him to stay behind. If I hadn’t driven like a fucking lunaticIf I hadn’t called him to come over to the houseIfFuck

I stumbled away from the wreckage with him in my arms, with my mind spinning and my chest ready to implode

This was too much

Too fucking much

I couldn’t lose both of them. Not today

Not when I was just starting to believe happiness was finally within my reach

This was the kind of pain that split you into pieces. The kind that made you question the very point of breathing

This was too much for me to bear

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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