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Chapter 27

KESTER.

Fucking heavens.

If I died today, I’d die a fulfilled man. Last night’s was etched into every nerve of my body. My cock still felt slick and sensitive from last night’s session with Kasmine. She might have been a novice, but she’d taken me like a goddamn pro. She’d handled me like she was born for it.

And the way she’d melted under my control, fighting to mask her pleasure, made me want to drag her to her bed. and show her just how much more she could take.

A sly, stubborn smile curled my lips as I got ready for the day. Today was supposed to be packed with meetings and the usual corporate nonsense, but all I could think about was her. My obsession. My fucking weakness

I wish I could just skip all of that and stay at home all day with her.

Fuck, I needed more of her right now.

She was still shaken after last night’s events, but that was fine. It was expected, really. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her. But she’d get used to it soon enough. I saw the way she came undone, her body betraying her resistance. She loved every second, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Shoving those thoughts aside with effort, I grabbed my files and phone, heading downstairs. “Good morning, Mum,” I greeted my stepmother as I reached the dining room.

“Good morning, Kester.” She eyed me over her coffee mug her ever–critical gaze softening for a moment. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a dream.” My smirk returned, though she wouldn’t know the reason. “And you?” I placed the phone and the files I had in hand on the table, looking around. Where was she?

“Well enough, hun.” She glanced around the room, her brow furrowing slightly. “Where’s Kasmine? Is this how you let her lazy about in the mornings?”

Ah, there it was–the constant disapproval. My stepmother couldn’t stand anyone not meeting her impossibly high standards. Hard work, discipline, perfection–her holy trinity.

I shrugged, playing it cool. “She’s probably still in her room.”

But hold on. Why wasn’t she out yet?

Her frown deepened. “She should be up by now. You let her get away with too much.”

“Don’t worry, Mum. I’ll handle it.” I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly, before heading back upstairs.

Reaching Kasmine’s door, I didn’t bother knocking. What was the point? She belonged to me. And honestly, I’d developed a bad habit of barging in on her. There was something about catching her off guard, the way her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in shock–it fed the hunger I had for her.

Talways caught her in a way that made my cock rage whenever I did that… Call it luck.

Twisting the knob, I stormed into her room, anticipation simmering in my veins. I fully expected to find her sprawled on the bed, looking as sinfully disheveled as she always did in the mornings.

And just as if the universe had heard my unspoken desires, here she was

Lying on her bed with her face tilted toward the celling, clay in the same nightle that had spelled trouble for her

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last night, she looked like temptation personified.

Fuck. She was edible–a meal I’d devour without hesitation or remorse.

The moment she heard me barge in on her, she scrambled to her feet, her wide eyes locking onto me. There it was -those deliciously conflicted expressions that I’d kill to see on her every single day. Her innocence, her unease, her beauty… it was all too much. She looked like something plucked straight out of a forbidden fairytale, and gods, I wanted to play the villain.

“Kester… what do you want?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her gaze darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how to act seeing me for the first time after our forbidden. escapade last night.

I closed the door behind me, and slowly, I strolled into the room, letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled the hunger clawing at my insides. My cock pressed insistently against the confines of my pants, demanding attention. Not now. Not yet.

As I drew closer, she instinctively tried to retreat, but her rubvements were halted when her heels bumped against the edge of the bed. Trapped.

“Stop, Mine,” I almost whispered, “I am not a monster. You don’t have to be scared of me.”

Her breaths came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin material of her nightie. She looked like a bird caught in a storm–frightened, desperate, but unable to flee.

I reached out and tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Gods, her eyes–those green depths I could drown in. They were so full of conflict, longing, and denial, and it only made me want her more.

“Last night was the best night of my life, Kasmine. I don’t regret it. And I don’t want you to,” I said softly, and she swallowed.

“Kester…” Her voice sounded like music to my ears, “But it’s wrong. I don’t want us to ever do it again, please,” Her voice cracked as she begged, and I saw the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill.

I leaned in closer, my hand still holding her chin, my thumb brushing the soft skin beneath her lips. “But you don’t get to decide that, Mine,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Can’t you see?”

Bringing my face closer, so close our breaths mingled, and my lips hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, and I saw the way her body betrayed her.

I saw the conflict in her eyes. The war between what was right and wrong.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered, my lips now brushing hers faintly, teasingly. “But you’re not pushing me away, are you?”

“The Way you tremble when I touch you,” I continued, my voice laced with hunger. “It drives me insane, Mine. Don’t deny me this. Don’t deny us.”

My left hand circled her waist, and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned through me like a drug 1 couldn’t resist.

“I’m going to kiss you, Mine,” I murmured, “And you’re going to kiss me back.”

Her Eps parted, but no words came, only a shaky exhale that stirred something primal in me. Her eyes darted to my mouth again, betraying her thoughts. She wanted this as much as I did, no matter what her mind tried to convince her.

The distance between us vanished as I tilted her chin higher, my lips brushing hers in the lightest, most maddening touch. Her breath hitched, her hands twitching at her sides as though she couldn’t decide whether to

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push me away or pull me closer.

“Stop fighting it,” I whispered against her lips. “Stop fighting me.”

Then I kissed her…

Slowly.

Intentionally.

The moment our mouths met, a low, guttural groan escaped me. Her lips were soft and trembling against Mine, but I didn’t rush her. I kept it slow, drawing her into the kiss, coaxing her to let go of the barriers she so desperately tried to hold onto.

For a moment, she froze, her body stiff, her hands gripping the edge of her nightie tightly. But I kept up with the slow caress against her lips, knowing she’d give in. And there, in that moment, I felt it.

Her lips softened beneath mine, her body relaxing just enough for her to lean into me. It was hesitant at first, a shy response to the hunger I was pouring into her. But when her lips parted ever so slightly, and her soft, breathy moan slipped out, I knew she was mine to take.

Her hands moved, shaking, as they found their way to my chest, resting there lightly as if testing the waters. That light touch only spurred me on. I deepened the kiss, sliding my hand from her chin to cradle her cheek, my thumb brushing her skin in soothing circles.

She tasted like everything forbidden–sweet, sinful, and utterly addictive.

Her soft moans grew louder as I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her body melted into mine, her small frame fitting perfectly against my larger one.

“Kasmine,” I murmured against her lips, “Say it, Mine,” urged softly, breaking the kiss briefly. “Say you don’t regret last night. Say you don’t want me to stop.”

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears and something else–desire. “1…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, “Kester…”

I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her urgently again, cutting off whatever excuse she was about to give.

If I let this go on, I’d only end up spending the whole day kissing and probably fucking her. I pulled off reluctantly, my forehead resting against hers while I cupped her chin in my palms.

“I know what you were trying to do… But you can’t escape going to the office this morning,” I said, creating a small distance between us as I adjusted my suit and tie, “Be ready in ten minutes. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

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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.”