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KESTER

She was still standing there. She fucking 

Lood like she could fucking fix me

The fear in her eyes faded too fast, dissolving into something worse. Something sickly

Concern

What was she? Kasmine? My mother? Some fucking saint who thought she could put me back together, piece by piece, like it was her duty

Kester,She whispered, ignoring the blood dripping out of her face. She wasn’t healing just yet. How would she heal when the pieces of glass were still in her flesh, and all she 

cared about was me

She should have been backing away, pressing her hands to her wounds, pulling the shards. outsomething, anything

But no. She stood there

She wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t flinch

I wanted her to flinch

I wanted her to stop looking at me like thatLike she could still see something in me that wasn’t already rotting

Blood streaked down her cheek, down her arm, onto the floorstaining the fucking floor

Like if she tried hard enough, if she held on long enough, I’d give a damn about 

something other than wanting to tear her apart

She reeked of rotten desperation

A muscle jumped in my jaw. My fingers twitched. My skin burned, too tight over my 

bones

Take a deep breathShe said, and, fuck! No one told me June had become a therapist

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My breath shuddered out as I grabbed my phone from the tablefingers so tight around it my knuckles burned. And then- 

CRACK

The phone hit the wall. Pieces of it rained to the floor

Get. The. Fuck. Out.I counted my words through gritted teeth

I took a step forward, and her whole body tensed. The stupid, desperate look in her eyes flickered, replaced by terror

Perfect

your 

Otherwise, your corpse won’t even make it home for a funeral,I added coldly as I took another step, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working

I’mI’m sorryShe trembled so terribly

I had lifted my hand to grab her by her throat when suddenly, the door slammed open

Kester!” 

It was Kasmine

Her voice shot through my veins like ice. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my body locking up

She was breathless, her worried eyes frantically taking in the roomthe shattered phone, the broken glass, the blood, June

Her lips parted, a tremor in them

My stomach dropped

No. No, no, no

I never wanted her to see me like this. Not ever. Not after the last outburst I had when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold. lights, with white coats monitoring every breath I took

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They poked. Prodded. Measured the depth of my supposed sickness like I was truly sick

And when I’d given them what they wantedwhen I smiled, when I nodded, when I played their fucking gamethey signed me off as stable.” 

They thought I was better and that a little bit of therapy sessions would finally set me on 

track

They thought that I had clawed my way out of the dark, but they had no idea… 

And after a few weeks of therapy, everyone thought I had passed every test and evaluation. and that I was fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill my therapist, I also drafted a report by her, stating that I was in a better condition

I had walked out of that place, not healed or rehabilitatedjust better at pretending

And now Kasmine was looking at me like she could see past all of the facades I had been putting up all these yearsLike she could see what lay underneath the mask I had carefully had on all along

My hands curled into fists at my sides. My pulse pounded in my skull

I never wanted her to be afraid of me

Never

KASMINE

I barely breathed as I took in the wreckage of his roomthe shattered phone, the blood, the tension so thick it made my skin prickle

But Kester’s looks scared me the most

KesterI called carefully

I didn’t even know where to start. He was a trembling mess. His eyes were crimson red, and I could tell this anger wasn’t just about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky to have been there at the wrong time and probably said something she shouldn’t say at such a time

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I tried to mask the fear and worry curling inside me. I didn’t want him to think that I was afraid of him. I didn’t want him to think I saw him as a monster

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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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