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My Stepbrother 388

My Stepbrother 388

Chapter 388 

If she asked me to die? I’d look her dead in the eye and ask how slow she wanted it

I was made for her. I live and breathe for her

She could make me anything. Twist me. Shape me. Break me down to nothing and rebuild me into something only her hands would reengnize, and the Her raw clay

If she asks me to be good? I’ll be a fucking priest, put on a robe and a collar and say Amen.” 

And if she asks me to be bad? I’ll march down to hell, rip the fucking throne from the devil himself, and make that bastard kneel while I become a god over him

God, I’ll die without her

I don’t know how much time passed. Could’ve been an hour. Could’ve been my whole goddamn life. But finally, the doctors stepped out of the theatre. And I swear to God, the air in my lungs didn’t move until I saw their eyes

Why were their expressions so heavy, like they’d just walked out of a fucking war zone

I felt my chest collapse inwards

My heart wasn’t beating. It was tearing, begging for something that wouldn’t destroy me

The one in front midforties, greying at the temples, with eyes a little too glassy took off his mask and looked straight at me

– 

Kester Hamilton?” 

I stood up before I even realized it, every muscle in my body locked and trembling

Jorja’s hand was still gripping mine. Norlan was beside me. I don’t think either of them was breathing either

The doctor took a slow breath. Your wife is out of danger now. She’s stable. We managed to stop the bleeding and” 

I didn’t hear the rest

My knees nearly buckled, that I had to sit for a moment

The wave of relief that crashed into me was so fucking loud, it drowned everything out

My chest caved, then expanded so fast I almost choked on it. I dropped my face into both hands, let out a sound that was too close to a sob, and dragged my palms down my face just to be sure I was still here and that this wasn’t a fucking dream

Jorja gasped beside me. She pressed her hands to her mouth, allowing the tears to spill even harder

Norlan let out a breath like he’d been holding it for hours, and finally leaned back against the wall with closed eyes

She’s alive

She made it

God, she made it

The doctor nodded softly, giving us a second before clearing his throat and adding, Were you awarethat your wife was seven weeks pregnant?

Everything stopped

Jorja froze. Norlan’s head snapped toward him. My heart fucking fell through the floor

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Yes,Jorja said quickly, in a shaky voice, Yes, we knew,” 

The doctor hesitated just for a second. Then his eyes lowered, like he didn’t want to say what he had to

I’m sorry, but” 

What the fuck happened to my baby?I was already on my feet, my whole body shaking so hard I thought my bones would snap. My vales didn’t even sound like mine. It was all terror. Pure, rabid terror

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I co Fuck, No. 

If anything happens to that baby… 

No. 

If anything happens to that baby, Kasmine wouldn’t recover. I know her

And me

I wouldn’t either

I could survive war, a silver knife, a fucking hurricane. But watching Kasmine 

I won’t just break. I’d fucking shatter

grieve and live in guilt and regret all her life

Hey,Norlan grabbed my arm and steadied me. Kes. Breathe. Calm down. Let him finish.” 

I nodded, but I was one second away from losing my goddamn mind

The doctor went on, She was pregnant with triplets,he said gently. But before you got here, the trauma triggered a partial miscarriage.” 

Shit. I knew he had nothing good to say

So, she lost one.The doctor added, and I instantly forgot how to breathe

I just stood there, looking at him while he went on saying something about how, It was too early, but they were able to stabilize the remaining two embryos, and that they’re holding on just fine” 

His words sounded so distant as the only words echoing in my head now were… 

Triplets

She was pregnant with triplets

And nowThere were two

And they were holding on just fine

I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, like someone yanked the ground out from under me. Didn’t give a shit who was looking. My hands covered my mouth. My eyes burned. My ears rang. My head fucking spun

I buried my face in my hands and laughedNo. I cried. Or, perhaps I was somewhere in between. My chest cracked open from the relief. It was almost unbearable

One was gone

But two were still here

Two. Were. Still. Here

Chapter 388 

We were going to be parents to two

*Fuck,I whispered, dragging a hand over my mouth. Fuckingfuck- 

Jorja was already holding onto me again with her arms around my shoulders

The doctor kept talking about how she’d need rest, how closely they’d be monitoring her, how lucky we werebut I could barely hear him. My mind was already in that room with my girl

In my head, I was already there, kissing every inch of her skin, running my fingers through her hair while worshiping at her feet

She fought so hard for our children

She protected them with her own body

Despite everything, she didn’t let them down

I was so fucking proud of her. And our children? They will grow up to see her, their mother, as their hero

I am not the hero in this story. Hell no. Kasmine Kester Hamilton is the hero. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure she knows it

Author’s Note: An extra chapter coming up shortly

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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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