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My Stepbrother 386

My Stepbrother 386

Chapter 386 

Or maybeI dropped my voice and tilted my head, narrowing my eyes, she gives him more than you ever have. Or ever will 

That cold expression? It shifted. A fucking violent shift. I saw rage in his eyes. He looked like a storm trying to hold itself back. His breathing became shallow, and his shoulders tensed

Good, I was right there. I had hit a line even he would prefer not to hit

Notlan stepped forward fast, placing a hand on my arm, Kester. That’s enough.” 

1 jerked away

*Kester Hamilton, Saint bit out through clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold onto his selfcontrol. But, no. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted him to give me a pushJust the nudge I needed to bury my fist in his face. I desperately needed to hit someone

What?I chuckled darkly, leaning in just enough to make it personal. Don’t tell me you’ve also been dying to get a taste of her little cunt? Hm? I looked him dead in the eye. But your best friend beat you to it? That’s gotta sting, Saint. Watching her melt for him when she barely even looks at you like a man, I bet she sees you for the monster you are.” 

I clicked my tongue, slowly. Tough fucking luck.” 

Fucking hell, Kester!Norlan hissed, attempting to step in between us, so he could push me back. Stop this… 

Too late

Because the moment the words left my mouth, I saw something snap. Saint’s eyes went black. And just like unleashing hell and all its fury, Saint Rollins hit me. A punch straight to my face

Exactly what I wanted

I stumbled half a step back, tasted iron on my tongue, and smiled like a fucking lunatic. That’s it,I said, grinning through the sting. There’s the real you I’d been waiting for.” 

I never knew there was something that could crack the bastard up. Let alone a womanWho says there were rare men with no weaknesses

I didn’t wait for another second to pass me by

I fucking swung

My fist collided with his jaw, and he staggered half a step back

Saint didn’t say a word. He just straightened, wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his handand cracked his neck like he was finally being given permission to breathe

Then he came at me

The next punch slammed into my ribs, knocking the breath from my lungs

I grunted, swung back, and caught him across the cheek

He tackled me into the wall, but I twisted out and shoved him back. He hit a metal tray stand and knocked it over with a loud crash. Instruments spilled everywhere

It didn’t matter. It isn’t something money could not replace

Goddamn it!Norlan barked, trying to wedge himself between us, but he caught an elbow and stumbled back

I didn’t feel the pain anymore. I didn’t even feel my stitches straining or my thigh bleeding again. All I felt was fire, and the need to bleed it out

Chapter 386 

We circled each other like predators until Saint grabbed me by the collar and drove his knee into my stomach, I coughed hard, then eliberated how en chin. He cursed under his breath and swung again, but this time, I caught his fist midair

For one second, we just stood there with our eyes locked on each other

Something behind Saint’s eyes changedA cold, pressing force that leaned forward as he released his Alpha aura into the air

And fuck me if I should cower at that

I fucking matched his energy

The hallway suddenly burst into chaos as hospital security and a flood of nurses and doctors poured in

Three men tackled me. Someone screamed, Back! Get back!Another tried to grab Saint, but he threw the guy off like trash. His eyes were pitchblack now. He looked ready to rip someone’s throat out

It took five people to hold us apart

Stop! This is a hospital, goddamn it!a doctor shouted. You want to kill each other, do it outside. Not where people are trying to stay alive!” 

Saint was still breathing like a bull, chest heaving, shoulders locked like a predator in a cage. Blood slid from his nose. His knuckles were red and raw 

Author’s note

I just want to say a big THANK YOU to all my readers who have been patient with me during these trying times. You all are the best

To those who thought I was being lazy and unserious, while I was sick and recovering, I still love you all nonetheless

I am well now and fully back to work. Frequent daily updates resume today, as we bring our favorite story to an end in a few days

Don’t forget to check out the story of Alpha Saint and Beta Kyrie, MATED TO MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS BEST FRIEND. It’s intriguing, intense, and unapologetically dark

Enjoy

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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