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Chapter 42

KASMINE

I stepped in slowly as if testing the air. My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of what I was seeing

I looked around to make sure this was my room and that I hadn’t mistakenly walked into a different room. Or perhaps, a different world.

Or… Had my jealousy finally killed me, and I had found myself in the world beyond?

But the warmth in the room–it felt so real. Too real.

The first thing that struck me was how… different everything; was. The sparse decor I was used to had disappeared, replaced by vibrant colors and soft lighting. Beautiful flowers–lilies and roses, their petals a soft blush pink and white–were scattered around the room.

The bed–my bed–looked different too. Silk sheets, the color of deep sapphire, were neatly arranged, fluffed, inviting. Everything felt warmer, richer, and more intentional.

the pillows

A large flat–screen TV hung against the wall. “What the hell?” I whispered, stepping deeper into my room as my curious gaze swept over the space, taking in every little detail. It was almost too much.

The area under the TV was lined with colorful lights–fairy lights that twinkle.

I didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t even know what to feel. It was… dreamy. Like a vision I hadn’t dared to dream, yet here it was, in front of me.

I took a step forward, running my fingers over the smooth lacquer of the new dresser, then trailed them along the soft petals of a rose bouquet. A warmth spread in my chest, something dangerously close to affection.

This was the surprise he had for me? He certainly warmed my heart with it because I was in love with my new room! Claire and I would have our movie weekend here on Saturday.

1 dumped my shopping bags on the floor, my hands trembling as I reached out for my phone. I couldn’t wait to take a video and show it to Claire immediately.

“Do you like it?”

I jumped, startled out of my skin, as 1 recognized the voice.

Kester stood there in the doorway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His eyes were now empty, and his face expressionless,

Sadly, we were back to his default setting. That smile he’d worn earlier that had felt almost like a gift to me was gone. The warmth, the genuine joy that had lit up his face at the mall, had all vanished.

My chest tightened, a knot of disappointment growing in the pit of my stomach. Just when I thought I had cracked a layer of his icy demeanor.

I swallowed, glancing around the room again before returning my gaze to him. “You did this?” My voice was softer.

A small nod. No words.

Ishifted on my feet. “Why?”

He shrugged, “Do I need a reason to make you happy?”

A smile spread across my face, “I love it, Kester. You didn’t have to.” I swallowed, “Thank you.

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“I knew you’d like it,” he said, closing the door behind him and strolling casually into the room. He looked around like he was accessing the job done and nodded in approval, I thought we could see some movies sometimes… Just the two of us, without any distractions from anyone.‘

Was it normal to have felt the stutter I just felt in my heart? His words brought back the memory of the day he had almost forced himself on me while we watched a movie. And, I knew the kind of movies Kester liked – erotically daring movies that could leave one melting with embarrassment and need.

“That sounds like fun,” I replied.

Kester pulled his hand from his pocket, and my gaze flickered downward as he extended two small boxes toward

Thesitated before taking them, the velvety texture of the boxes soft beneath my fingertips. A nervous thrill skittered through my chest as I opened the first one.

Diamonds.

Small, delicate stud earrings glistened like captured stars under the soft glow of the fairy lights. I swallowed hard, my fingers ghosting over the gems as I lifted them slightly. They were stunning.

I blinked, “These are beautiful,” I said, curiously trying to open the second box. The moment I flipped it open, my breath hitched.

A gold necklace. Beauty and elegance were an understatement compared to the two gems I was holding in my hands. They must have cost a lot.

“Oh, heavens… Kester…” I whispered, at a loss for words.

“Never take them off,” he said suddenly, in a quieter voice, Especially the necklace.”

I lifted my eyes to meet his, confusion knitting my brows. “Why?”

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened slightly, and I could see something warring inside his eyes. Then, finally, he exhaled, his gaze dropping to the necklace before returning to mine.

“I want you to always feel me around you,” he murmured. “Even when I’m not there.”

My fingers curled around the necklace, and my throat suddenly dry. Why didn’t I believe him? If I didn’t know Kester, I would have thought he spelled this jewelry to make me fall in love with him.

“Come. Let me help you,” He gestured, and I handed the necklace over to him, turning around and letting him put it around my neck. “Good,” I remarked before turning to face him again.

He reached out, and his calloused palm traced a soft, fine path over my cheek. The warmth I had seen in the mall earlier began to return, and it made me happy. It flickered and burned, and I swore I felt it in my own chest.

I could remain in this moment forever if it makes him happy.

His lips parted slightly, and for a second, I thought he was about to say something. Something important. But he hesitated, swallowing thickly.

His fingers curled just slightly against my cheek tenderly as he called me in a low whisper, “Mine…”

My stomach twisted, heat flooding my body at the sheer possession of that one word. His eyes held something raw, something his lips refused to say.

My fingers trembled as I lifted a hand to touch his as if to anchor myself in the storm he was stirring inside me. But the moment my skin brushed his, his entire body went rigid.

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His gaze snapped downward.

His hand dropped from my cheek, and he grabbed my wrist instead, his grip firm and painful. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by a darkness that froze me.

The bracelet.

I had forgotten I was even wearing it.

His fingers slowly brushed over the small K engraved on the bracelet.

“A bracelet…” He acknowledged, his tone dangerously clipped as he studied it closely. His thumb ran over the engraving again, slower this time, as he finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes ten shades darker than their usual color, “Who gave this to you?”

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha 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.”