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Chapter 52

KASMINE.

That warning was all I got before I felt his dick poking at my entrance, pushing subtly as a muffled cry left my

throat.

“Kes” I whispered with closed eyes, fisting more of the bellsheet in my palms as I prepared myself for the impact.

Kester paused with the head of his dick barely inside me.

“Look at me,” he whispered harshly with an expression so grave that it looked frightening, “I want to see the look in your eyes as you realize I own you, Kasmine. Look at me while I take what’s mine.”

I shook my head slowly, “Please, don’t make me do this,” whispered with a sob, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he shot me a warning glare before resuming his torture.

“You’re mine to ruin, and I will ruin you, Kasmine.” He pushed a bit deeper, and a sharp pain erupted down my core. I couldn’t stop the tears. He paused, as if allowing me to catch a breath, his thumb brushing off the tears as they came, “There… Shhhh… It gets better.” He said before pushing more of his length into me, and a loud cry ripped out of my throat as I thrashed beneath him.

Kester wrapped his fingers in my hair and kissed me hard, suppressing my screams. He kept his lips locked against mine as he jerked forward, harder this time.

I screamed into his mouth as I felt my poor vagina being ripped apart. His huge length couldn’t even fit, but he was determined to make it fit.

Warm liquid gushed out of my center, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me I had just lost my virginity.

The look of triumph in his eyes was too raw to behold. My vagina was burning up with the feeling of having something so foreign, so alive, so Kester, twitching and growing inside of me.

“Relax, Mine… Don’t tense up. Otherwise, it’ll hurt even more.” He slowly, lovingly brushed my hair, which was sleek with sweat, gazing into my rear–filled eyes, “Just relax and let me make you feel like the woman you have become.”

His words seemed to have soothed me. The way he spoke, the look in his eyes. They all held a promise I began to look forward to. I nodded, and a smile graced his lips.

“You’re going to be addicted to me after this, I promise. Just wait.” He said with that familiar confidence I hated to see on him

He withdrew and began sliding in and out of my tight vagina in slow, steady rhythms: He thrust his hips a little harder this time, trying to push his whole length into my resisting vagina.

“Fuck, you are way too tight, Mine.” He groaned, and I felt the rhythm of his thrust change from slow and steady to slow and unsteady, “I am trying so hard not to hurt you, but, fuck, your pussy wraps around my cock so perfectly that it’s impossible not to tear you apart.”

He pulls out to the tip and slams inside of me so deep that swear I could feel him coming up my throat.

My hip tried to push into the mattress to escape the brutality of his thrusts that tore through my very essence, but his heavy weight pinned me like I was nothing but a butterfly.

“Kester!” I screamed, my voice breaking as pleasure mixed with pain began to spread all over me. My body began to relax, taking him in as he tainted my innocence with his darkness.

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KESTER

I could do this all night.

I wasn’t a virgin. I had fucked a lot of girls. But none could be compared to the feeling of tasting a fruit so forbidden that it could bring about my end.

I fucked my stepsister like my life depended on it. She was so tight, warm, and overly juicy.

Wet sex sounds filled the room, and it took all I could not to tear her in half with the kind of hunger warring inside

She was too innocent for my demons. I had to keep them in check. Countless times, Zeth tried to take full control, but I also had to put him in check. Otherwise, he’d mark Kasmine without my approval.

The ecstasy was to kill for.

Her pussy was so hot, the tight flesh gripping my cock so hard that I could barely move freely inside of her. I buried my cock as deep as I could go inside the sleek hole, slamming into her so hard that I almost felt sad for her. But I could barely control it.

Her soft whimpers spurred me further, and I was on the verge of losing my sanity in her.

My grip on her ass turned to iron as I thrust my tormented cock harder, faster, deeper into her. Her cries turned to gasps, eyes shooting open with alarm mixed with filthy carnal lust.

Good. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

“I alone can give you such pleasure. No one else,” I growled, pumping harder into her so much that she could barely keep up with my thrusts. “That’s right, baby. You won’t be able to fucking think of any other man after this.

I wanted to fucking drown in her. Bite her. Devour this tempting body of hers that has plagued me for years. I wanted to vandalize every tattered piece of innocence left in her, ruin her, own her, break her, and mold her into the woman I wanted her to be.

Fuck. Her walls were so thick and warm that I could die there a happy man.

“I want to drown in you, feel you take over every part of me I want you to own me just as much as I desire to own you.” I meant every word I said to her, even though she looked at me with her half–closed eyes, savoring the pleasure my cock was giving her.

I grabbed her tighter, thrusting into her deep and hard, feeling her ass cheeks clap beneath my fingers.

“Please, Kester, you’re hurting me…” She breathed, but it only fueled my hunger for her. Her pain seemed to be an addiction

“Why? Am Ltoo hard? Too big?” I ravaged her body, fucking her savagely. She cried, but her cries were only music to my fucking ears as I had lost the last shred of control I had over my emotions. All I wanted was to take every damn thing she could give..

“I can’t Stop… Please… I can’t take it, Kes…” She whimpered, her words breaking with every harsh thrust

Her arms tightened around my shoulders as the force of my thrusts rocked her nearly off the bed.

I paused, quickly pulling off. She tried to get off the bed, thinking it was over–why would she even think that when I had barely begun?

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“Going somewhere?” I grinned, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her back into the bed, positioning her properly before thrusting urgently into her again.

“I want to see how much more you can take from me,” I moaned, and she gasped, certainly knowing what was to

come.

I covered her open mouth with mine in a searing kiss, then dragged my mouth down her jaw, biting and nibbling. A sweet, breathless moan escaped her.

I raised her two legs in the air so I could have even more access, but that was all Kasmine could take before I felt her pussy clench tightly around my hard cock.

“Oh, Kester! I think… I…” She could barely form the words with the intensity of my thrusts as my own orgasm built up with an urgency that drove me to the brink of madness.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…!” I cursed, rapidly pumping my shaft as my cock jerked so hard, spilling my hot seeds into her soft, tight pussy as I felt her warm release coating my cock simultaneously.

She held onto me so tight, her voice betraying her as she let out barely audible screams as my cock jerked inside of her while her tight walls squeezed every last drop of my cum into her core.

I remained there for a moment longer, my cock still buried inside her, making sure she absorbed every ounce of my seed…

None should be wasted.

Because, soon, she’d be carrying my child, and I would make sure of it.

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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.”