My Stepbrother 53

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Chapter 53

KESTER.

I sat up all night, watching my obsession sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the blood stains on the once white sheets, the way the sheets barely clung to her body, exposing the evidence of our forbidden night.

I wished I could capture the moment and imprint it into my memory so I’d never forget what she looked like the night I fucked her. The night I made her mine.

A twisted satisfaction curled inside me.

My phone rested loosely in my grip, the screen glowing faintly with the photos I had taken- Of course, I had taken a few pictures of her naked, sleeping form. They would serve as souvenirs after a night well spent. I didn’t miss the hickeys I had left on her flawless skin.

I traced a fingertip over the darkened imprint of my teeth of her shoulder, thighs, and chest. She was perfection. And now, she was ruined. It filled me with utmost satisfaction to know that I was the one who tainted her flawless skin. It was all me.

Now, she’s fully in my system, pumping through my veins like sweet poison. She’s buried deep in my soul. She’s the feeling in my chest I’ve never experienced before but will kill to hold onto. She’s the home I never had.

I was so undone that I didn’t even have the strength to stay angry anymore. The raw pleasure I had derived from Kasmine’s body was enough to make my rage disappear.

She was forgiven… For letting that bastard put his hands on her. For wrapping those sweet lips around his cock, I forgive her. That’s why I had burned the stupid dress she wore to his house. I wish I could cut off her hair, too, while sanitizing her entire body just to get rid of any trace of that maggot on her.

I’d take it that she was only naive and that she didn’t know the extent to which I wanted to own her. But now she knew. Now she understood the depths of my obsession, the lengths I would go to keep her.

And she wouldn’t be stupid enough to make that mistake again.

But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish Jake for what he had done.

I wanted to fuck her again, but I held myself back. She just lost her innocence to me. She must be in some pain right now. I’d just give it time. She was already mine, and there was no need for the rush. I had her all to myself now to do as I pleased.

Her soft snores, which I had admired and adored while she innocently slept away, abruptly stopped.

I waited for her to open those pretty, enchanting eyes, but they were still tightly shut. She was awake. She just didn’t want to face me.

A smirk tugged at my lips. I knew her too well.

I rose from the couch, making my way to the bed, and the moment I got close, her body tensed beneath the sheets. Even in feigned sleep, she was reacting to me. That alone made something dark and primal stir within me.

It was barely four in the morning–I expected her not to have the strength to wake up until morning. But here she

Was.

I reached out, softly brushing off the messy locks of hair that framed her beautiful face, “Hey, baby…“I called in a troaked voice, “You don’t have to pretend to be asleep. Open your eyes for me.” My tone was softer than that of a toddler asking for ice cream from their mother for the third time in one day. Cautious.

A delicate shudder ran through her before she shifted, rolling onto her back. And then, finally, those mesmerizing

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eyes of hers fluttered open, locking onto mine.

Gods.

I would kill for those eyes.

They stared at me, innocent and mesmerizing, as if they were holding a thousand questions and conflicts in them. But beneath all of it, I saw what I wanted to see.

Desire.

She bit her bottom lip, and I nearly lost the fragile restraint was clinging to. A growl rumbled in my chest as I traced my thumb over the abused flesh, my breath leaving the in a slow exhale.

I swear, it took everything in me not to claim those lips once more and devour her again.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” I asked, my lips curving to a smile–one only she had the privilege of seeing. She was changing me. No one else saw me like this. No one else ever would.

Kasmine was beginning to make me smile a lot. I had to learn how to just for her. Anything to keep her comfortable and happy.

“Kester…” she whispered the way she always did when she wanted to pull away. When she wanted to retreat from

I wasn’t going to let her.

She tried to sit up, but I gently pressed her shoulder back against the mattress, holding her in place.

“Stay still, baby,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone. “Get used to this.”

“You shouldn’t be here. Go to your room,” she said, avoiding my gaze, “we’ve already sinned enough. Your presence is only a reminder of my sins.”

A dark chuckle slipped past my lips.

“Good” My fingers curled into the sheets beside her head. Because I want you to remember last night for the rest of your life.”

“You can’t say that, Kester. This was all a mistake that never should have happened,” She argued. Her voice was becoming distant. Was she trying to cry?

“You can tell yourself it was a mistake all you want,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down her arm, reveling in the way her skin heated beneath my touch. “But I don’t make mistakes, Kasmine. This was deliberate. And it will happen again.”

She shot a glare at me.

“When will you come to accept it?” I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to something darker, “That I want you? That I want to own you? And that I already have?”

“You can’t own me, Kester. This is wrong. I am your sister. What would people say?” Her beautiful eyes glistened with tears, and I cursed myself for making her cry.

“Fuck what society wants,” I growled, my fingers tilting her chin until our lips were a breath apart. “The question is, what do we want? Hmm?” My thumb caressed the pulse of her throat, feeling it race.

“I want you,” I continued, my voice hoarse with possession with hunger. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. I want you to love me, Kasmine.”

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“But I can’t love you, Kester. I can never… Neither can I let you love me. I do not want your love.” She whispered, almost counting her words.

Those words sent a sharp pain to my heart, but I couldn’t hold it against her. I wouldn’t expect her to feel the same way I felt for her this soon. It’s a gradual process, and was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her.

“Love is an illusion I don’t have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It’s not love… It’s obsession.”

My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words.

What did she think? That I’d tell her I loved her?

Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared… So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.

My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. “I am addicted to you, Kasmine. And you’ll never escape me.” My hand wandered in the direction of her bare thighs, and I allowed it to trace slow, tantalizing paths toward her hip bone.

I stopped there, teasing her, making her anticipate my next move as I held her gaze. She was fighting this the way she truly felt. And it was okay. She was only living in self–denial.

I gently took her bottom lip in mine and bit down softly, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips, no matter how hard she tried.

“See? Your body knows who it belongs to, baby,” I whispered against her lips, “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you until you can’t think anymore.”

Her body relaxes at my every word..

Was that an approval for her?

Fuck. I didn’t want to read meanings, but I was glad to read this one.

I hesitantly covered her lips with mine, testing the waters to see if she’d push me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she kissed me back, unsure at first, but she followed my lead as I deepened the kiss

Her lips were soft, trembling against mine, and I could feel her breath hitch every time I deepened the kiss.

Could the night get any better?

Small, breathless moans left her lips as I kissed her like I had been starved for years. “Every moan you make drives me fucking wild–don’t stop.”

I lifted myself and positioned just above her, and she let out a small gasp when she felt how fucking hard I was for her beneath the towel 1 had wrapped around my waist.

I yanked the towel off, flinging it to the floor. She stiffened beneath me immediately, and I stopped, giving her the time to catch her breath.

“Will it hurt this time?” She asked, her innocent eyes searching mine.

I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I told her what she needed to hear, “No, baby. It won’t. I’ll be gentle.”

Lies.

All lies.

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She was certainly going to feel some pain, and me? I had no plans of being gentle. Not with this madness she was setting off in me.

“Now, you’ll take me in and let me feel every inch of you, inside and out, okay?” I said, grinding my hard length against her already wet center. She nodded like an obedient child. “Good girl,” I murmured before seizing her lips in mine again.

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Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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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.”