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My Stepbrother 378

My Stepbrother 378

Chapter 378 

KESTER

Blood on the Runway blasted through my car speakers. I sang along, not missing a beat as I swerved onto the gravel road leading to the bunker. The bass vibrated through the wheel, matching the pounding in my chest. I was riding on instinct now

I was eager to finish up with June in under an hour. Something in my gut said tonight was the night we’d 

find Kasmine

Nope. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do

I killed the engine, yanked my backpack from the backseat, and slammed the door shut behind me. My boots crunched over the gravel as I moved fast down the familiar path

I didn’t want to be in the middle of this when I’d be called upon to come get my mate. So, I hurried

But by the time I reached the entrance, I saw the doors wide open with the guards sprawled on the floor, probably knocked out

Oh. Fuck

I stepped over them like trash on the sidewalk and walked into the room June was supposed to be in, but it 

was empty

What the fuck

Was that supposed to hurt or something? No. I was meant to get angry. Butwhere are my emotions? Seems I lost them somewhere along the line. Because all I felt was numbness. Didn’t even have the urge to get angry. All I had the urge to do was to find her and make sure she fucking doesn’t see the light of day

It would make dragging her back all the more satisfying. I wasn’t going to ask questions until I had her in a chair, bloodied and begging. That’s when I’d care about how she escaped

I turned around and headed outside where the guards lay like pathetic little worms

Mmhlet’s see… 

I kicked both of them so hard in their ribs that they jerked up as if waking up from a bad dream

Too bad because they were actually waking up into a bad dream

Alphathey both groaned, crawling to their knees and struggling to their feet like they were learning to walk again, the moment they realised what hell they were in

I didn’t rush them. Waking up from such a long, induced nap could mess with the mind. They needed time, to fully understand the kind of shit they were in

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When they seemed more stable, and obviously trembling, I finally spoke

That was quite the nap.That was all I said, and they started rambling about everything that happened 

And what happened

They just felt themselves drifting off while strong hands held them down.‘ 

So, what the fuck was I meant to do with that information

No names. No face. Just vague, choppedup memories and some mystery hands from the dark. Bullshit

I looked at my wristwatch, and I had exactly fortyeight more minutes left from the time I had promised to spend with June. I still had some time

So, I walked over to a large trunk just two feet away from them, sat down, dropped my backpack just beside me, and pulled out my bottle of whiskey

I’ll need to get a refill to take me through the night because it promises to be a very long night. I hadn’t even visited Kex’s pack yet, let alone Wes’s pack to make sure they got my gift

Fuck. The night was full of blood and pleasure

I took a long gulp from the bottle before setting it down between my boots and looking up at the two guards, before I spoke again

Fight,I said flatly, adjusting my seat on the trunk. To the death.” 

*** 

I watched with sick satisfaction as both men ripped each other apart. Flesh tearing, bones cracking so loud, and screams turning into gurgles. By the time it was over, they were nothing but bloodsoaked carcasses on 

the floor

I glanced at the time. It took barely forty minutes. Too short. I’d hoped for more. You know, something longer and messier. But hell, I’d take it. Watching them die like that? It scratched an itch deep inside me

I stood up, wiped my hands, and reached for my phone. It was time to make a few calls. June wasn’t getting away from judgment day

But just before I swiped the phone open, a call came in. It was Norlan

I almost ignored it again like I’d been doing all night. But something in my gut clenched. So, I picked

They’ve found her, Kes. Hurry. Meet us at the tarmac. Now.” 

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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