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My Stepbrother 367

My Stepbrother 367

Chapter 367 

SIX YEARS AGO

KESTER

It’s been a week since I killed Nagel Vale. And, of course, the witnesses

Currently, he has been declared a missing person by the authorities

Did I feel guilty

Fuck, no

Was I worried

Just a bit

I wish I had seen his body, just to be double sure. There was no harm in trying to be double sure

I needed to see his cold, lifeless body to be completely satisfied that Kasmine was safe from that bastard for good

I sat on the edge of my bed and clenched a fistful of my hair like the roots held the answers to every problem eating at my brain

I had a lot coming up for me in less than two years from now. I was supposed to become Alpha at twentyfour. That was the plan. Take over the pack, take over my father’s company, take over everything I’d been trained for since I could fucking walk

And yet here I was, embarrassingly and shamelessly boring a hole in the wall demarcating my room and Kasmine’s

I have never felt this stupid in my life. God, I felt like a fucking loser. A child. A deranged creep. But, fuck. I couldn’t even control how I felt. It was like a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist. Something in me pulled toward her like gravity had picked favorites

I know I couldn’t have my sister. I fucking know that, trust me

But maybemaybe I could just watch her? Just a little? Just enough to know she’ssafe

Safe from what exactly

Safe from me, maybe

But fuck that. I didn’t care

I wanted to watch her sleep. Watch her look at herself in the mirror when she thinks no one is looking. I wanted to see her brush her hair, tilt her head in front of the mirror. I wanted to see her check out her boobs to see how big it has become in that subconscious, innocent way most girls her age did. I fucking want to know what she does with her spare time when she thought the world wasn’t paying attention

God, I’m obsessed

And I knew it

I’d jerked off to the thought of her more times than I could count, and every time Leame, I hated myself a little more. It wasn’t even lust anymore. It was a sickness. A disease that had rooted itself in the marrow of my fucking bones. And it was fucking wrong

How did we get here

How did I get to this point? At first, it was platonic love. But this spiral? It was unusual and unhealthy. It was dark and fucking filthy

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Chapter 367 

I blew off the last dust particles from the tiny hole I had just drilled. I cleaned the damn thing, then tidied my room and hers just in case the came in too observant. Couldn’t risk her catching even a whiff of what I’d done

After my bath, I lay on the bed with my towel still around my waist, staring at the ceiling like a freak, impatiently waiting to try out my new locally made surveillancethe moment she returns from school

I checked the time, and it was already thirty minutes past her closing time

My heart started to beat harder than necessary

I knew her closing time to the second, her usual routes, where she stopped to buy that disgusting energy drink she claimed she liked. I knew everything

So where the fuck was she

Another ten minutes passed

Still no sign of her

I sat up immediately, my heart pounding like a fucking war drum

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I grabbed a shirt and jeans and threw them on. My fingers were shaking. No twitching. My mind kept flashing the worstcase scenarios blood, screams, her terrified voice calling out to me for help, her body dragged into some alley

My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

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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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