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My Stepbrother 226

My Stepbrother 226

KESTER

I headed downstairs to join the others who were already chatting away at the dining

The table reeked of discomfort

My maternal uncle, Greg, was thereof course. Along with my fathers cousins, Ralph and Vincent. The kind of men who wore expensive suits to hide the mediocrity clinging to their bones

Everyone I despised seated neatly around the table like some perfectly plated disease

Especially Uncle Greg

The man reminded me so much of my mother. Same passiveaggressive smirks. Same polished speech. Same Hazel eyes. The woman I hated. The woman I still, fucking tragically, loved. A contradiction hadn’t learned how to overcome yet

And what the fuck was Karina doing here

Family dinner? She wasn’t family. She was an asterisk in this gathering

She wasn’t family for fuck’s sake

Jorja, bless her diplomatic little heart, had that signature ignoreitallandsmileexpression smeared across her face like it was waterproof. She was clearly committed to enjoying her evening, even if the house was on fire and Karina was holding the match

This was my father’s doing. Of course, it was. He had a knack for opening our doors wide enough for snakes to slither in

A few hours ago, I had replaced Karina’s new favorite wine. The one kept for her two days ago was empty. She surely loved it

I know she must have attempted to look for the exact wine to buy for herself, but fuck me if I wasn’t smart enough to make sure the 

wine had no label

She seemed happy. Overly, unnaturally happy. The kind of happy that switches on and off like a faulty light bulb. Dim one moment, practically glowing the next She looked pale sometimes, and other times, she looked all energetic and pumped up

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I couldn’t wait for the puzzle I was carefully building beneath her feet to finally fall in place

My phone beeped beside me again, and I picked it up. It was a worthy distraction from this uninteresting dinner I was being forced to have with people I could call strangers

It was from Alfred 

Alfred: Alpha, it is done Kex fell for the bait. They are set to sign the legal contracts in five days

My lips curled around a smirk as I picked up my glass of whiskey, raising it slightly in a silent toast to a bloodless war. Another win

Me: How much are we looking at

Alfred: Our guys made him strike a mouthwatering deal of a hundred and fifty million

I scoffed, taking another sip of my whiskey in silent celebration

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Chapter 226 

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A hundred and fifty million. For phantom technologya fake Elvris prototype drawn up in just enough detail to look irresistible

Kex was about to cut open his chest and pour his last dollar into a grave I dug with a handshake. He was about to bleed out, and he wouldn’t even realize he’d been cut. Not until he was already too far gone to crawl back

Me: Good. Keep everything smooth until the deal is closed. I don’t want a ripple before the storm

Alfred: Yes, Alpha. No trace. No trail

This wasn’t just about money

It was about power and payback.. 

And watching Kex unravel piece by piece would be the real celebration

I drew in a deep breath of victory

Victory tasted good on a night this stale

Two wins in a night wasn’t bad. Not bad at all

But the one thing that would’ve crowned it all was missing

Hooked toward the stairs againfor the fiftieth time tonight. Maybe sixtieth. And it was still emptyI meanDinner had been dragging on for well over twenty minutes now, and she still wasn’t here

My jaw clenched

Fuck

Kester, darling. You haven’t even touched your meal yet,Jorja called from across the table

Her words barely registered. She sounded distant, like a bell tolling underwater

Where’s Kasmine? Why isn’t she out here?I asked her, ignoring her earlier statement

Jorja paused, her fork hovering midair. Ohshe’s feeling a bit under the weather. Said she might not join us tonight.” 

A slow churn twisted in my gut

Sick

Fuck

Of course, I didn’t know. What kind of man doesn’t, notice when his woman is sick? Although we hadn’t spent much time together since we arrived at the pack. But that wasn’t an excuse

I didn’t like that I didn’t know, I didn’t like that she hadn’t said anything. We were growing distant, and it was killing me slowly

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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