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My Stepbrother 265

My Stepbrother 265

You lost the right to say all that to me the moment you- 

The moment I what?he growled, tightening his grip just slightly. Those to protect you in a way you didn’t understand? Chose to do the right thing in order for me to finally be able to keep you?” 

God. His voice. So calm it was maddening. So sure, so steady. As if he truly believed he was doing the right thing 

But I wasn’t a child. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore

I swallowed the storm rising in my throat and slowly pried my wrist from his grasp

You need to go.” 

Kester tilted his head and gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes

Eat something first.He gestured to the bag

I’m not eating anything you bring me,I said, but even a child would see that I was sincerely hungry for whatever was contained in that bag

As if he sensed the cracks spiderwebbing through my pride, Kester dipped his hand into the bag with that maddening calm of his

I watched him, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to suppress the groan in my stomach that had turned vicious the moment the scent of food hit me

And God, it hit like a storm

He pulled out a small, rectangular box wrapped in clean parchment paper. The scent hit me firstrich, buttery, smoky, with the faintest trail of herbs and roasted meat

My stomach growled loudly

It was mortifying

I turned my head, pretending I hadn’t heard it. Pretending I wasn’t now eyeing the contents of the bag like a starving woman eyeing her last meal

But Kester heard. Of course, he did. His smirk deepened as he set the first box on the table and reached into the bag again

He pulled out a second parcel, unwrapped it, and the aroma slapped me in the face

Meat pies

But not just any meat pies. Not the bland, floury ones Jake had been trying to convince me were just as goodsince last night

No. 

These ones were flaky and golden brown, stuffed with tender venison slowcooked in a peppered gravy, bits of roasted sweet onion, and crushed coriander seeds. My eyes widened before I could stop them

Is thatMy voice cracked like thin ice

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Chapter 265

He looked up and smiled, Yeuh,he said. From Elowen’s. You always used to say they were better than anything royalty could 

afford

I swallowed hard

He carefully placed the pie in front of me and reached into the bag again. This time, he pulled out a sleek glass bottle wrapped in 

chilled linen

My heart stopped. 

You didn’t,I whispered

He tilted it just enough for me to see the label, and I nearly groaned 

Iced honeylavender tea,he murmured. Brewed the way you like it strong, not too sweet. Frosted over with crushed ice.” 

The bottle had condensation trailing down its sides, droplets clinging to the rim like dew on morning grass. My hand twitched to 

reach for it

Gods. He knew. He remembered

KesterI started, swallowing around the lump in my throat. You’re leaving as soon as I’m done eating. Do you hear me?” 

He didn’t argue. Just nodded once and stepped back from the table

Fine by me,he said easily. I just needed to make sure you’d eat.” 

There was a long pause. My hunger waged war with my dignity. My wolf, Zera, had already decided. She was practically dancing inside me, clawing at my ribs

Eat,she purred. Our mate feeds us. He cares.” 

I hated that I didn’t have the strength to tell her to shut the hell up

I sat slowly and warily. My eyes never left his

Then I pounced

I ripped into the meat pie like a possessed woman. The first bite nearly undid me. The crust crumbled between my fingers, buttery and warm, while the meat inside was tender and dripping with savory juices. The gravy spilled onto my tongue, thick with spices 

and memory

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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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