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My Stepbrother 304

My Stepbrother 304

Chapter 304 

KASMINE

The bathtub was filled with hot water, roses, and fragrances that smelled like the start of a sin. Jasmine, vanilla, the faintest trace of musk. It clung to my skin, soaked into my hair, and curled into my lungs

I was cradled between his thighs, my back resting flush against his chest. I could hear the frantic beating of his heart, like he was about to do something forbidden

His palm glided across my shoulder, slick with lather from the shower gel. He was taking his time, dragging his hand along the slope of my neck, down my collarbone, across the curve of my breast like he was memorizing me all over again

It felt like he was worshipping. Like he’d sinned, and this was his penanceserving me with patience he barely had

I had noticed earlier today that he had my exact hair products in his bathroom but I hadn’t even had the time yet to process it or to wonder why

But I was done processing things for now. I deserved a little rest

My eyes fluttered closed, and I let myself lean back, my damp head resting just beneath his chin, leaving my neck exposed to him. I felt his breath catch against my skinjust a small hitchand then a kiss followed. It was featherlight and trembling, and it landed right there beneath my ear

He was quiet, but I felt the words he didn’t say settle into my bones

A shudder left me when his hand slipped lower, gliding slowly down my stomach. My breath snagged at the way he moved, like he 

was terrified this would be the last time he touched me, and he wanted it to matter

He was stripping me of all resistance

The ache in my chest turned into something raw that made me want to turn around and sob against his mouth. Because as broken as this was, as twisted and wrong as so much of it had beenthis was the man I kept forgetting lived underneath all the chaos. The man who loved so fiercely it broke him

He reached for the loofah again, but his hand hesitated on my waist

KasmineHis voice was hoarse. You don’t want to stay. I know. But you’re here. And I’m holding you. So I’m going to pretend- for just a little whilethat I haven’t lost you.” 

My throat tightened. My chest felt like it might crack open

I just needI need to take care of you. Let me take care of you, please.” 

I turned slightly, just enough to glance up at him, and God, the look in his eyesthose deep green irises that had once terrified me -were soft. So open I could barely stand it

His lips were parted, his expression carved from grief, devotion, and love so deep it didn’t know how to be anything else

KesterI whispered

But he didn’t let me finish

His hand slid up my throat, slowly cradling my jaw as he leaned in. Cur lips met with the gentleness of something broken. His mouth moved over mine like he knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness but would give everything to earn a piece of it anyway

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Chapter 304 

I melted

I kissed him back

There was no point pretending anymore

The mate bond wrapped around my ribcage and squeezed until I couldn’t breathe

His hand slid lower

God

Lower

Down past my ribs, my navel, dragging through the thin layer of water that lapped at my hips. My breath hitchedcaught in my throat when his fingers brushed the top of my mound

He pressed his hand down, cupping me gently without moving

I moaned softly into his mouth

And that was all the permission he needed

His fingers moved, ministering slow strokes through my folds, parting me open. My center pulsed against his hand with a need so raw it almost hurt

My legs shifted, spreading wider without even meaning to. His touch was maddening. It was barely there and barely enough. It was just a teasing pass over that aching bundle of nerves that ached harder each second

His middle finger traced through my folds slowly, like he was savoring every reaction he got

And he kept kissing me

God, the way he kissed me. Tongue deep, ravenous, tasting every part of my mouth like he was making up for all the days we lost. Like he needed to drink me in or die trying

My hips arched into his hand without shame

KesterI whimpered into his mouth

His hand slid lower again, his fingers finding my entrance and dipping just inside before pulling back out, slick and slow, I swear the heat of the bath could have boiled me alive and I wouldn’t have noticed

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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