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My Stepbrother 227

My Stepbrother 227

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 227 

It was almost as though the packhouse was cursed. It wasn’t letting our love breathe. It keeps strangling what little love we had managed to build

We were better off in my home. Our home

I couldn’t wait to return home with her after her transition ceremony, which was to take place on the day of her birthday

I’ll go check on her,I said, pushing my chair back abruptly

Jorja blinked, surprised. But- 

I was already rising

Fuck the meal

She was all I could taste

June moved before I could take another step, her perfume arriving a second before she didjasmine, subtle but intrusive. The scent I had grown tired of already

Kester,she called sweetly, her hand sliding around my arm. Clingy. Possessive. Warm. I’ll come with you,” 

I stiffened

My mouth opened, ready to tell her to sit her desperate little ass back down, but I didn’t get the chance

Because she appeared

Kasmine

Descending the stairs

And fuck meI froze

Everything slowedThe air, the noise, my pulse. Even June’s grip on me faded into background static

She wore a loose satin dress in deep wine, the kind that wrapped around her beautiful thighs and clung just right to the curves

Her hair was braided to the back and pinned low, with soft tendrils framing her face like nature had shaped them with intention. Her skin, pale under the warm chandelier light, looked like it needed rest. Needed me

Fuck

Her gaze locked on mine

Then it fell to June’s hand curled around my arm

The look that folle was heartbreakingly blank, and it shredded me more than any scream ever could

She blinked once, then pulled her shoulders back, holding her chingh and waving aside what she had just seen

She didn’t pause on the stairs

Chapter 227 

She didn’t even speak to me

She just walked past us straight toward the table like I didn’t matter

And I couldn’t fucking breathe

June tried to follow her with her eyes, probably ready to toss out a smile or a pitiful greeting, but Kasmine didn’t give a fuck about it

I jerked my arm from June’s grasp, making her stumble slightly

Kester-she gasped, but I didn’t even look at her

My steps were already carrying me toward Kasmine, whose back was how to me, as she reached for the chair beside Jorja

She adjusted the hem of her dress like she needed a moment to compose herself. Or maybe to not scream

I reached her side in two strides. She had barely settled in her seat when I reached for her, bending slightly to meet her eye. My fingers closed gently around her arm, just above the elbow

Kasmine, I called in a firm tone, gulping down my emotions, You’re sick?” 

She hesitated before replying, Yes.” 

That was it

No but I’m feeling better now.No attempt to soften the blow. Just that clipped syllable lobbed at me like a pebble with enough weight to shatter something inside

But I didn’t want to push

My jaw ticked as I ran my tongue slowly along the inside of my teeth before stepping away from her back to where I sat across from her on the table

June trailed behind me, of course. The damn shadow I never asked for

She sat with all the smugness of a woman who thought she had a claim. I didn’t even spare her a glance

I was just watching Kasmine

She picked up her fork, her eyes lowered to her plate. She looked composed, but way too composedlike a statue posed in the exact way pain doesn’t show. And I knew that look. I had worn it myself too many times

I was about to reach for my drink when the front door creaked open, and we heard someone strolling toward the dining area

The universe, in all its twisted comedy, was hellbent on making sure I didn’t enjoy my victories tonight

Because what the fuck was the dimwit doing here

Hello, everyone!His voice came in too loud and too cheery, grating on my already frayed nerves, Glad I could join you tonight.” 

My hand curled around the glass of whiskey in front of me hard enough that I almost crushed the damn thing. My molars ground together so loudly I could practically hear the strain in my skull

And just like that. I folt libasaki

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother 

Chapter 228 

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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