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Chapter 37 

KESTER 

I dragged my mouth away from hers just for a breath, only find myself drawn back, hunger consuming me as i kissed her again, deeper this time. I pulled her closer until the heat of her body seared through the fabric of our clothes. 

She responded with a soft gasp, one hand tangled in my halt, the other gripping the edge of the table beside us for support. 

I pressed her further against her vanity table, making it wobble under the pressure of our movements. A few items that I barely took note of fell to the ground. 

I lifted her right leg, placing it securely on my waist, granting myself the access I needed. 

The lamp by the nightstand just beside the table tipped over, its light flickering briefly before it settled with a dull thud. I barely registered the noise in my ears. 

The mess on the floor mirrored the mess in my head–everything in disarray, just like the way my mind spun in circles around her. 

“Res…” 

.” She whispered, moaning against my lips when my finger brushed over the soft fabric of her thong 

I eased my finger inside, touching her soft, moist, fleshy lips. Probing her fleshy, moist center, I slipped up and down her wet, tight hole. 

She wasn’t the only one who felt that electrifying wave roll down her spine. I did, too. It was unexplainable. I paused as if trying to comprehend the event unfolding before me. 

Was this truly real? I had my obsession’s pussy in my hands? Fuck I’d do anything to remain in this moment for the rest of my life. 

I snapped the flimsy thong out of the way, and a gasp escaped her mouth while, for the first time in forever, my hands trembled. 

“What are you doing to me, Kasmine?” I asked, my voice huskler than I’ve ever heard it before. “I want to drown In you, feel you take over every part of me.” 

Her fingers clenched in my shirt, but she didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. 

Her body told me everything I needed to know. 

And fuck, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I love the way you beg for me without saying a word.” 

I slid a finger up and down her sleek entrance, and, gods, the sound of the friction made me want to break down in several emotions. 

She moaned louder this time, pulling me in for another kiss as she pressed against my finger. She adjusted her stance, trying to grant me better access, but there was no better access as long as we were standing in this position. And, venturing in the direction of the bed was a bad, bad idea. 

I maintained this position. 

I began a slow rhythmic movement, doing all I could not to let my finger cross the line. That line was solely for my dock 

My attention was caught by a bead of sweat running down the side of her face, hanging there timelessly before dripping onto her cleavage. Gods, I wanted to ravage those round, perky breasts of hers… But, not now. There 

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was still more than enough time to do that. We had forever ogether. 

My hand tangled firmly in her hair, and a growl left my chest. Her small moans sent jolts of electricity straight to my cock, and I was fucking hard already. I had to do all I could to keep my control. 

1 added another finger to the one peppering her entrance while my thumb found the soft node of her clit, rubbing against it lightly, delicately, but with just enough force to take her eyes glisten with moisture. 

“Oh… Kester…” She said in a trembling voice, “Ah…” 

“I want to hear you say my name like you can’t breathe without it,” I said, more like a warning before I intensified my strokes against her wetness, rubbing her clit and sliding up and down her slit faster. 

“Kes… Kester…” She shuddered, her knees almost buckling beneath her, but I held her firmly, refusing her to fall. “Please don’t stop,” she almost yelled as her body tensed 

“I don’t plan to, baby,” I replied with a grin, and gods, the flimsy thread of control I had was about to snap. I wanted to fuck her so badly that my raging cock was almost tearing out of my pants. 

My fingers were coated with her wetness, and I was too eager to lick them off, to taste her. 

I felt her orgasm building up so quickly that I wished it never had to end. 

But just when I was about to bring her to the desired end she anticipated…. 

Knock Knock.. 

A knock sounded on her door, stopping us abruptly. We paused immediately. My heart stuttered, and a cold rush of panic gripped me for the first time as I realized the door wasn’t locked. What if it was Murn? I didn’t want her to see us like this, at least for Kasmine’s sake. 

Fuck. 

“Kasmine?” The voice of the one person who’d been trying so hard to taste my patience came calling. 

Kasmine’s body stiffened. Her leg, which had been wrapped around me, slid off my waist in an instant. She fumbled with her gown, trying to adjust it as she attempted to regain some semblance of composure, but I could see the way her hands trembled. 

She was shaking. Trembling with that intense need, that release I had almost given her. This would be the second time my virgin Mine had been denied a release. But that was fine. She was edging. And it was only preparing her for the perfect release for later. 

She couldn’t even look at me, her eyes darting to the floor, avoiding my gaze as if she couldn’t bear it. 

A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I fought to control the throbbing of my cock. I took in long, hard breaths to calm my raging cock. 

I wanted to reach out to her, hold her, and promise to get her the release she sought, but I heard June’s annoying voice again before I even had the chance to. And this time, not only did she call, but she also pushed the door open. 

“Kester?” June’s voice rang with an innocent surprise, as if finding me in ‘my sister’s‘ room was anything but expected. 

“What?” 1 bit out in a menacing tone, my voice laced with an irritation I couldn’t even hide as L–turned to glare at her, knowing that my cock had eased up a little, but the frustration in my veins was thickening by the second. 

I was so pissed at the fact that the one person I had no tolerance for was interrupting something that was just for me. Something I had craved almost all my life. 

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sclenched at my sides, the urge to march right up to her, to shove her out of the damn room, was nearly 

irresistible. 

“L… Uh…” June faltered, her gaze moving between us, noticing the disheveled state of the room, the discomfort radiating from Kasmine, her flushed cheeks, and unsteady hands. “I didn’t hear your car leave, so I thought- She paused, studying Kasmine with concern, “Kasmine? Are you okay?” She stepped into the room. 

It was like she was trying to understand what she’d walked in on, her gaze flickering between Kasmine and me. 

I could see the confusion and concern in her eyes. Fuck that cursed under my breath. June, as always, just couldn’t mind her own fucking business. 

Kasmine, clearly rattled, couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Her voice was small, strained. “I’m fine, June. Just late for work,” she said, her words barely more than a whisper, her face still burning with the aftermath of what had almost happened. 

She turned swiftly, heading for the closet, trying to mask the chaos inside her as she reached out for her handbag 

the one I had gifted her on her twentieth birthday. It made me smile seeing her with it. 

I didn’t even look at June anymore. My focus was entirely on Kasmine, who was already retreating into herself. It fucking pissed me off. 

I exhaled sharply through my nose, making sure my frustration showed as I finally turned on my heel, walking Toward the door with the kind of cold, intimidating movements I’d perfected over the years. 

“Kester, wait,” June’s voice called after me, but I didn’t even break my stride as I pushed the door open and walked out on her. 

I’ll get another chance. I wasn’t done with Kasmine. Not by long shot.. 

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Chapter 38 

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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