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My Stepbrother 153

My Stepbrother 153

Chapter 153 

KESTER

The room still smelled of herfaint traces of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled from 

where I had fucked her until her voice broke

I had brought the sex from the mini room to the main bedroom. I wanted to mark every corner of this room with our sin. And I almost did

Just a few more corners left

She had clawed at my back, bitten into my shoulder, screamed my name like she had nothing left in her world but me

And for a while, that was all I needed

Now, reality had crept back in

I sat at the edge of the bed, naked, one hand dragging through my damp hair while the other scrolled through the endless stream of disaster flooding my inbox. 

The Scotland branch was bleeding money. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes

and cutting off my supply chain

I exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Valor Lante was behind this. That much was clear. But they weren’t attacking directly. They were using Belinzo

The contract between Belinzo and Valor Lante had seemed harmless on the surfacejust a standard supplier agreement, nothing more. But now it was obvious what was happening

They were prioritizing Valor Lante’s shipments, pushing Zamford Tech to the bottom of 

the list

They had cut me off from the very materials I needed to keep my projects moving

My fingers tapped on the keyboard of my laptop as I typed out an email to Rhys Carter, my Operations Manager

Me: I need you to get to Scotland ASAP. Dig into the supply chain. Find out exactly where 

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the chokehold is. If Belinzo is the problem, I want proof. If Valor Lante is pulling the strings, I want leverage. We can’t afford another quarter like this. If you need to put pressure on the smaller suppliers, do it. But I want shipments moving. Call me the second you get anything useful

I hit send, then reached for my phone. There were other fires to put out, and I had to do it myself. Not because there wasn’t someone who could helpJune could. With a single 

word, she could smooth this over

Her father’s connections stretched farther than the Mediterranean Sea. That’s how 

connected he was

He could twist Belinzo’s arm, put pressure on Valor Lante, and make sure the Scotland 

branch stopped bleeding before the next quarter collapsed on me

That was why my father wanted this marriage so fucking badly. It wasn’t about me, or 

love, or family. It was strictly about power

And maybe that was what I should do. Maybe I should stop being so fucking stubborn, marry June, let her fix this, and be done with it

But I wasn’t going to

I wasn’t going to crawl to her. Wasn’t going to let my father push me into a life I didn’t want with a woman I felt nothing for

If I couldn’t pull my company back from the edge on my own, then I had no business 

running it

Jaw tight, I dialed Logan Drake, my legal advisor. The moment he picked up, I didn’t waste 

time

Look into the Belinzo contract with Valor Lante. I want to know if there’s a loophole we can use to break their exclusivity deal.” 

Logan sighed on the other end. This again? Kester, if Belinzo signed a priority contract with them, they’re within their rights-

I don’t give a fuck about their rights.My voice came out sharp, low. I care about getting my shipments. Find me a way in. Or better yet, find me a way to fuck them over.” 

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A pause. Then. I’ll see what I can do.” 

I hung up

The TV was on, and the low hum of the news already felt like a distraction to me. I felt like turning it off already. But before I picked up the remote, a name mentioned by the reporter hit me

Elliot Greyson

I looked up, and his face was on the screen. Again

His picture was on displaythe one he had obviously taken before he got on the flight. The one before I killed him

Breaking News: Elliot Grayson, Young Entrepreneur, Found Dead MidFlight to Maldives

The reporter’s voice trailed off when I heard angry footsteps ascending the stairs

They still hadn’t stopped broadcasting the fucking thing, still running theories, still digging for answers they’d never find because the only answer was me

Kester!” 

Fuck. Not now

The sound of her bare feet against the marble stairs sent a pulse through my skull. I already knew why she was coming

I sat back, muscles coiling, bracing myself just before the door slammed open

She stood there, wrapped in my shirt, her hair still a mess from what we’d done earlier

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My Stepbrother

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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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