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My Stepbrother 391

My Stepbrother 391

ated To My Obsessive Stepbrother 

Chapter 391 

KESTER

Fuck. Watching Norlan do the devil’s work was like catching God on an offday. It was 

the 

kind of thing that made a grown man moan

I leaned back against the table, where our equipment was lined up, one leg crossed over the other, like I was watching fine art unfold. And in a way, I was

Norlan had insisted on handling the bystander, since I had a more specific punishment for the one lying on the second slaughter table the skilled videographer who had already lost his right arm and left leg, almost like I imagined when I paused that filthy video and stared at his smug little face. I’d envisioned his limbs gone. His camera arm, especially

And now

He was a fucking masterpiece

He was better off this way

Norlan should have taken up a career in the medical field

Goddamn, I muttered, a smile spreading across my face. Norlan, are you sure you’re not a surgeon? Because this shit is precise.” 

Did you see how perfectly he sliced off the prick’s ear? It was almost sensual

Heard you had a hardon while you watched our Luna fight to keep her dignityNorlan whispered into the man’s remaining ear, Let’s fix that.” 

His gloved hand hovered over the bastard’s groin, and I swearI swearI felt the tension snap through the room

Oh. No. Don’t tell me he was going to cut offOh! Fuck! Norlan just sliced off the bastard’s cock with all the flair of a man removing rot

The bastard couldn’t even scream. He just made this wet, retching sound like his soul had gagged on itself

He was ready to give up the ghost in the next five minutes. And believe me when I say Norlan didn’t give him the mercy kill. He left the bastard to die very slowly

Was I happy with Norlan? Fuck, no. Happiness was an understatement

I was fucking proud of him

I returned my attention to the prick lying on my slaughter table. His blood was everywhere, spraying, pulsing, and sickeningly warm

Larry didn’t hesitate. He swung right into action as he shoved the table aside, grabbed the redsealed bag under the sink, and started unrolling the emergency trauma kit

sure this 

He’s got maybe two minutes before he crashes. Get me the clamp. And the ketamine.” 

Oh. Had I mentioned that I also had a surgeon, two nurses, and an exmilitary doctor, Larry, here with me

These were people who literally owe me their lives and loyalty, and they were more than happy to be here

Tourniquets, hemostatic dressings, IV fluids, oxygen, painkillers, antibiotics, everything that should’ve been in a hospital, that was needed to skilled videographer made it out of here alive, we/had in a fucking basement

Wanted to make sure he stayed alive. I needed him to wake up in that pain, stare at those missing limbs, and realize his new reality. I needed him to understanddeeplywhat happens when you touch what’s mine

Let him wake up and think about the way his blood hrad sprayed across this floor like fucking confetti at a funeral

It’s time for our star characters.I took a sip of water and checked my watch. We’d spent less than forty minutes with those two

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Impressive

I walked closer to Kex, whose eyes were red and swollen like he was standing before the ruler of hell. And guess who he was actually standing neimerz 

before

Yeah. You guessed right

He was sitting before me. The god of fury and judgment

The room suddenly grew colder. But I swear I didn’t do that on purpose. Some part 

of 

the room just seemed to know it was time

He was strapped to the reinforced steel chair Larry had bolted to the floor himself. His ankles were clamped, wrists chained, and his jaw locked in a brace so tight it made his teeth chatter when he tried to speak

Perfect. I didn’t want to hear him say shit anyway

His head lolled forward, soaked in sweat and snot. The burn marks on his torso hadn’t even started to fester yet. My men had been keeping the pain localized but intentional. He wasn’t allowed to go into shock, nor was he allowed to pass outJust a slow descent into the kind of hell you don’t wake up from

Kex,I said calmly, pulling up a stool like we were about to have a little fireside chat

He flinched

Do you remember what she said to you?I tilted my head. Kamsine. When you slapped her. When you her legs

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Jessica Ference 

that torture is disturbing but also very satisfying. I love it

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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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