Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
Chapter 190
“Alright, I said finally, rising to my feet. “But we’re talking later. In your room. Don’t think I’m letting this slide.”
She nodded, but her eyes flickered briefly toward my father before she looked down again.
My irritation spiked.
I turned toward the staircase, deciding that I’d get to the bottom of this later, but before I could take a single step-
“Have you scheduled a meeting with June’s father yet?”
was the
His voice was smooth and indifferent, but the way he said it–like it only thing that mattered at this point–sent a slow wave of ice down my spine.
I scoffed, turning back to face him, my lips curling into something between amusement and disgust.
“That’s what you’re concerned about?” I tilted my head slightly, mockery dripping from every syllable. “Not the bastard daughter who just showed up out of nowhere?”
His frown deepened, but he said nothing.
Typical.
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You should have really learned to handle your women better, old man. You got sloppy even before growing old.”
My father’s grip on his glass tightened, the fine crystal barely containing the force behind his knuckles. His jaw clenched, and for a second, I almost hoped he’d throw the damn. drink at me.
At least, it would give me a reason to break his jaw and some other vital joints in his weak body.
Instead, he let out a slow, controlled breath–the kind he always took when he was barely keeping himself together. “Kester,” he called in a dangerously low voice, “watch your mouth.”
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I smirked. “Or what?” I took a slow step closer, shoving my into my pockets,
hande watching him like a predator studying a wounded prey. “You’ll finally grow a spine and do something about it? Please.” I scoffed.
His expression turned sour, his eyes cold enough to burn. “You don’t get to speak to me
that way.”
“Actually, I do,” I said, leaning against the bar, deliberately invading his space, daring him to react. “And the best part? There’s nothing you can do about it.” I tilted my head, my smirk widening.
He was quiet. As he should be.
“Tell me, Dad. Are you one of the fools entertaining that nonsense, too? Are you actually in support of Karina taking over as Alpha?”
His face twisted into something between irritation and genuine disgust. “No.”
I blinked once, waiting for him to continue, but he didn’t. He simply took another sip of his whiskey like the conversation bored him.
I narrowed my eyes. “So what’s the problem, then? If you’re not supporting her, why does she have enough balls to think she can just waltz in and take what isn’t hers?”
His silence lasted a beat too long. He hesitated just enough for me to notice.
Then, finally-“Because she has support.”
I stilled. “From who?”
He leaned back slightly, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking another slow sip. “Other Alphas.” His gaze flickered to mine, watching my reaction carefully. “Including her
mate.”
A slow, sharp pulse of irritation ran through me. “She has a mate?” I was sincerely too blinded by my rage that I hadn’t even taken note of her mark.
“Alpha Wes.”
My stomach twisted, something dark and volatile coiling deep inside me.
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Alpha fucking Wes?
Silver Valley’s Alpha?
One of the strongest in the region and an arrogant bastard at that. I had never dealt with him personally, but I knew his type. The kind of man who thrived on power plays, who never backed down from a fight–not because he was noble, but because he couldn’t stan
the idea of losing.
“They all say you are unfit for the position because you make coexistence difficult for everyone. They need someone who can work with them, strengthen alliances, improve trade-” he paused slightly, them added, “You know how the rest goes.” He explained, and
almost laughed.
Coexist?
What a pretty little word Whapped up nicely, tied with a bow, meant to sound like diplomacy. But we all knew what it really meant.
They wanted someone pliable. Someone who’d nod along, sign where they told them to. let them pull the surfings while they played Alpha on paper.
If that’s what they were looking for, they’d never get it–not in this lifetime, not in their wildest fucking dreams.
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