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My Stepbrother 383

My Stepbrother 383

Chapter 383 

KESTER

I swear to fuck, I was done listening to this prick while he choked my mate almost to death

I was ready to damn every fucking consequence and storm toward him, rip his throat out and take Kasmine to safety, even if I ended up with a bullet to the heart

But Saint spoke before I could make a move

Just one line

You’re burning through your safehouses faster than your men can die, Nagel.” 

And that stopped the fucker

Nagel’s hand stilled just a little around Kasmine’s throat, his eyes snapping to Saint with interest

What the fuck do you mean?Nagel asked

Twentyone locations. Three this week alone. Want to guess how I knew about the basement off Durham Street? Or that little bank vault in Abuja you’re using to move cash?Saint dropped down his rifle and tilted his head slightly, just enough to suggest he wasn’t pressed, as if he were having a conversation in a boardroom

You’ve got a rat,Saint continued, And I’m the only person alive who knows who it is. I mean, the very rat who’s been feeding your ops to that Colombian handler you thought you paid off months ago.” 

That made Nagel twitch, like his instincts were turning on each other. It was quick, but I saw it

Like hell you do,Nagel scoffed

Yeah. I do. And I know what they gave up. How much. To who. I can list names, routes, cash dropseven your last burner ID. Want me to keep going?” 

Nagel didn’t speak. But his grip on Kasmine loosened, just slightly

Every attack you’ve suffered in the past six months? Wasn’t luck or surveillance. It was him. Or her. Maybe even more than one.Saint shrugged casually

I looked between them, not sure what the fuck I was watching anymore. This wasn’t a negotiation. It was a live autopsy, and Saint was cutting into Nagel where it shook the most

Did mention how calm and unbothered Saint’s voice sounded? He spoke as if he were reading a grocery list, and somehow that made it ten times more terrifying. Of course, not for someone like me

Dude’s a fucking psychopath. No one can tell me otherwise

You’re bluffing,Nagel spat

Saint smirked. Am I? Then shoot. Let’s see how long your next run lasts before your next warehouse gets hit, your safe house goes hot, or your brother’s convoy mysteriously explodes in Paraguay.The asshole brought out a stick of cigarette and lit it casually before speaking again

I didn’t come here to negotiate for a girl. I came to trade information for your survival. You have a traitor. I know who it is. But if you kill her,Saint’s eyes flicked to Kasmine, I let him keep feeding your enemies.” 

He stepped closer again. One more inch and Nagel’s men would’ve raised their guns

But they didn’t

Even they were starting to look unsure

 

Worse, Saint added coldly, now only a few feet from Nagel. I could give you a wrong name. You torture the wrong man. Waste your time. Make enemies inside your camp. Meanwhile, the real rat keeps leaking intel, until the floor drops beneath you and no one’s there to pull you out.” 

Nagel’s nostrils flared. Sweat beaded just under his hairline. He was cracking, and I swear to hell, he knew it

You don’t scare me,he hissed through clenched jaws. I know you, Saint Rollins. I’ve heard a lot about you. I fucking know all your tricks. But you won’t get me this time.” 

Saint cocked his head, almost disappointed. If you’ve heard about me,he took a long drag from his cigarette, slowly puffing out the smoke before he added, Then you should know I don’t bluff, Nagel Vale.” 

Nagel opened his mouth, probably to spit another threat, but Saint beat him to it

Villa off Rue Marceau. Two hours outside Bordeaux. Hidden drive. No paper trail. Heavy green gates. Ivy creeping up the walls.” 

Nagel went stiff

Saint exhaled like he just dropped the final card in a game he knew he’d already won

Three bedrooms. One solar backup. One panic room beneath the kitchen floor. You lined it with lead and concrete. Very old school, by the way.” 

 

My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

Score 9.9
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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