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My Stepbrother 151

My Stepbrother 151

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother 

Chapter 151 

Let me remind you, baby.He hooked the fabric, dragging it down my legs slowly, Let me remind you who you fucking belong to.” 

He turned me harshly, pressing my back against him, my bare stomach leaning against. the railing

The height beneath me was dizzyingjust one slip, and I’d be swallowed by the water and. darkness beneath us

But the risk made it intoxicating

The way he easily pulled down his pants and freed his length made me shudder. And then, the next moment, he pushed inside my sore pussy. A yelp escaped my lips at the suddenness

My body arched beneath him with a mixture of pain and pleasure, fear and desire, when he began to thrust into me

He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him to give him a better angle for a deeper penetration

AhhKesterPleaseI cried as he pushed me to the edge

He moved his hand to my throat, his thumb rubbing against my pulse as he spoke, You are mine. Only mine. Do you understand?his voice was dark and dangerous. I nodded, breath coming in ragged gasps. Don’t make me kill anyone else because of you.” 

my 

My brain was too busy to even proceed what he had just said. I just nodded blindly, moaning like a slut

Don’t just stand there. Fucking fuck me back!He rasped, smacking my bare ass, making me to yelp. I obeyed, moving my hips and waist to match his thrusts

As he thrust deeper, I noticed a section of the railing, a splintered piece of wood, looking increasingly fragile. The force of his punishing thrusts was making it crack and splinter 

even more

I tried to move, but his hand held my waist firmly, keeping me right in place

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My stomach clenched

Kester- 

His hand shot up to my throat, fingers curling around it, cutting off my words before they could spill

Not a word.He warned, his voice dripping with so much control it made my skin burn. Just take it.” 

A whimper caught in my throat as he drove into me harder, with each thrust rocking me forward, pushing me toward the very edge I was trying to avoid

Panic licked at the edges of my pleasure. The railing wasn’t built for this. I gripped the wood, my nails biting into the smooth surface, but it only seemed to worsen the break. If he didn’t stopif he kept driving into me with this recklessness, one particularly hard. thrust, the rail might give way entirely

Kester, the railI managed, but his fingers dug into the skin of my throat

I said take it,He gritted his teeth

My heart slammed against my ribs. Every inch of my body screamed for survival, but another, deeper part of meone far more dangerousthrived in the threat

Kester’s grip on my throat tightened. You love it, don’t you?” 

I did. Goddess help me, I did

The fear. The pleasure. The way his cock kept me tethered even as the world beneath ust 

threatened to crumble

Suddenly, the rail gave a sickening lurch. My body jolted forward, only to be wrenched back by Kester’s grip. He growled low in his throat, dragging me against him

Stay with me,he commanded, his breath ragged against my ear. I’ve got you.” 

But did he? The rail screamed beneath us, giving another warning that it couldn’t take 

much more

Then- 

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No, no, no- 

A final snap

The rail shifted

I gasped, but Kester was faster. His arms locked around my waist, yanking me against his chest just as the wood beneath us creaked its last protest

my 

A second later, he was inside me againholding me up, with his arm wrapped across my neck, fucking me through the chaos like nothing had just happened

His other hand, which held my hips, began to slide up and down my clit, drawing out 

what remnant of pleasure there was

His other hand wrapped around my throat again, pulling my head up to meet his towering gaze from behind me. He smirked when he saw the tear that escaped my eyes

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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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