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My Stepbrother 387

My Stepbrother 387

Chapter 387 

KESTER

My hands were balled at my sides, nails digging halfmoons into my palms as I stared him dead in the eyes

My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and I could feel the warm trickle of blood soaking my thigh again

But none of it compared to the fire still burning in my chest

Saint stood a few feet away, surrounded by two guards who clearly knew better than to try to restrain him either. His hands were still at his sides, rolled into tight fists, with blood dripping from his knuckles

Norlan was breathing hard beside me, somewhere between worn out and fucking livid

Saint stood very still. He didn’t look at anyone else. He just looked at me with those icy, grey eyes like he was studying a goddamn insect

A nurse was trying to speak to him, but he didn’t acknowledge her. His attention never left me

He rolled his shoulders, let out a loud exhale through his nose, and let his fists unclench with painful control

Then he walked forward

He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blood on his lip. Then he spoke in a calmness that made the rage in my chest itch even harder

You think because I don’t wear my emotions on my fucking face like some teenage brat, that I don’t feel?” 

Let me make something clear, Hamilton. I feel everything. I feel it just fine. I feel it more than you know. I just don’t perform it for an audience.” 

I narrowed my eyes on him as he tilted his head slightly

I feel what went wrong tonight,he continued, I feel the loss. The mistakes. The fucking disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you think I’d sleep easy knowing that, then you’re more of a child than I gave you credit for.

He took one small step closer, and my fingers twitched like they still wanted to reach for his throat

But don’t forget who found her,he said, letting his voice drop even lower. Don’t forget who pulled her out of that nightmare. If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, your mate would be halfway to Asia by now. And you wouldn’t have found her. Not even in the next lifetime.” 

That fucking hit hard

It didn’t show on my face, but my mind stopped just enough to feel it. My throat went dry

There was silence. And it sat long enough for the whitehot tension to tighten again

Then he said, almost too casually, Nagel. Kex. And the two guards who were in that last video the one where she was nearly raped? They’re at your bunker now. You had a specific kind of rage written all over you when you watched that video. Thought I’d give you the chance torespond personally to those extra audience who were at the scene.” 

My spine straightened

What?I muttered, drawing my eyebrows. How the fuck do you 

know where my 

bunker is?” 

He let out a cold, arrogant smirk that said he didn’t owe me that explanation

Check your email,he went on, backing up one step: I sent you something valuable. Something that’ll make whatever torture you have plannedworth it.

The smirk faded just as quickly as it appeared

Chapter 387 

His eyes were still black and rimmed with fury. But his face, like always, had returned to its usual mask of calmness

Have a nice life, Hamilton,he said quietly, turning away. And pray we never cross paths again.” 

Fucking asshole

Jorja had been sobbing nonstop from the moment she arrived about an hour ago. Her breath kept hiccupping in broken sobs that just wouldn’t end. And guess whose shoulder she buried herself in

Mine

I wouldn’t lie, I’d grown soft. I meanruined, split open, and rewired. All thanks to that woman in there who was 

She doesn’t just matter to me. She is me. My anchor. My gravity. My oxygen. My last goddamn grip on sanity

She was the only thing that stood between me and the monster I could so easily become

Everyone think I need help? Therapy? Anger management? Whatever label makes them sleep better

fighting for her life right now

Fuck, no. She is my therapy. All I need is to be with Kasmine, and my senses will be complete. She’s the only thing that makes the noise in my head stop The only person who sees me, all of me, and still pulls me into her warmth

She says Kester! and suddenly, I’m not a ticking bombI’m a man. Just a man. 

But they didn’t know that

If she told me to kill someone? I wouldn’t ask why. I’d ask how many

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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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