My Stepbrother 268

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Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 268

She’d be moving into my room from this moment. By morning, I’d have the maids move all her things into our room.

Can’t have it any other way.

Her head lolled to the side. Her lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering in a twitch like some part of her still resisted rest or still fought me, even in her unconscious state.

I straightened, about to go to the bathroom to prepare a warm shower for both of us when my eyes dropped to the fucking shorts again.

And the top–that wrinkled thing with someone else’s scent baked into it?

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and tore.

The fabric gave out like it was waiting for it, the seam splitting with a satisfying crack.

She stirred lightly, eyes lazily fluttering open like one who was drunk. “Kester, what are you-?” the words didn’t leave her lips when her eyes fell shut again. But I answered her either way.

“Getting rid of the filth,” I muttered. “You won’t wear anything that isn’t mine ever again.”

tossed the shreds into the bin across the room, then ripped the top over her head with the same fury, leaving her bare before me. She had drifted off again.

My heart slammed hard.

Fuck.

My cock twitched violently in my shorts. But, no. I had to fight this maddening temptation. I didn’t want to hurt our baby. At least, until the doctor said it was okay to still fuck her even while pregnant, I had to stay away from her for now.

I leaned down, lifted her again, and carried her into the bathroom.

The shower roared to life under my hand, the water hissing hot. Steam rose fast and curled around us like mist from a fever dream.

I stepped into the cascade with her still against my chest, letting it wash over us both to cleanse her of every trace of that fool’s

scent.

She didn’t stir as I bathed her and toweled her dry. I also had the time to clean myself up before scooping her into my arms again and leading us into the room.

I turned, yanked open the wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt soaked in my own scent. She had to wear ME. I had to wipe off every trace of that prick, Jake, off her skin and replace it with me.

I crouched by the bed again.

Her body was still slick from the towel. Her skin flushed from the warmth of the bath I gave her. I held the hem of the towel for a second, just watchi her.

Fuck.

My hand trembled as I reached forward and slowly peeled the towel away, like a gift unwrapped and a sin I couldn’t stop committing.

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She lay there, sprawled like temptation crafted just for me. Her thigh parted in her sleep, and that center–so soft, so exposed- glistened faintly beneath the low light.

Fuck, she looked soaked already: My cock pulsed, straining angrily against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. It had never felt so fucking hard before.

I dropped my gaze to her breasts. They were… Perfect. Full. Round. Rising and falling with her breath, those rosy nipples standing proud like they were daring me to come closer. I sucked in a breath to my tight lungs.

She looked like a goddess sculpted for my ruin. Every inch of her was built to wreck me.

”

I felt like just… To lean forward, slip my tongue between her breasts, then higher, to one nipple. Just the tip of my tongue on that tight, dusky bud. Swirl it around. Draw it into my mouth, Suck slow and deep. Let her feel me even in her dreams.

Fuck. My jaw clenched until it ached. My lips were dry. I licked them still staring.

I was at war with my self–control and my lust and desires.

Should I just… Should I just get a feel of her skin? Even for just a second?

Then, my eyes pinned to that perfect, swollen little pussy she’d unknowingly offered up to me.

Should I… Maybe just dip a finger into that tight center of hers?

One finger. That was it. Not two. Not three. Just one. Drag it down from the top. Dip it inside for a second. Barely a second, I promise. Just to feel how warm she was. How wet she already was without me even doing a thing.

Fuck.

The need burned in every tendon.

Should I just… I mean… I could just grip myself, press the head of my cock against her soaked slit and just… rest there. Let her pussy kiss my cock without ever sliding in. Just feel the wet heat of her parting lips around the crown. Just the barest pressure.

I could stroke myself while doing it. Feel the friction. Build it up until I lost control and came right there on her soft skin, across those lips that begged to be filled.

I wasn’t going to thrust. I swear I won’t.

I couldn’t breathe right. My chest felt tight, like someone had pressed a burning hand against my sternum and left it there.

I bent over her, trembling like a leaf, my lips barely a breath from her neck.

My voice sounded like gravel. “You’re killing me, baby.”

My body screamed YES.

Zeth–howled in my head. “Do it. Take what’s ours.”

My cock pressed against the towel, desperate for friction, no matter how little.

“Get it together. Fuck.” I hissed to myself, running my fingers through my hair, clutching at the strands and pulling hard. I was trying to snap the madness out of me.

My hand drifted down as I gripped my cock, almost like putting a fucking leash on it.

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Fuck. My heart was beating rabidly like a high school teenager about to get his cock sucked for the first time.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and willed my raging cock to calm the fuck down.

When I opened my eyes, the urge was still there. Worse than before,

And…

“Fuck it,” I hissed through gritted teeth as my control slipped through my fingers, damming all consequences.

I yanked my towel off, my hard, angry cock slapping against my stomach and leaking with pent–up need. And then I lowered naked

form. self, which was searing hot and trembling, onto her soft, sleeping

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha 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.”