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My Stepbrother 7

My Stepbrother 7

Chapter 7

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KESTER.

 

This woman had made it a point of duty to torment my life. If only she knew how much I hated having her around. I had barely spoken to her since she showed up at my office yesterday unannounced.

 

This whole marriage arrangement between my parents and hers would be the worst thing that’ll ever happen to her – not me, because I can never love her. No matter how hard she tried.

 

“Do we really have to go?” Her silky voice sounded from behind me. She walked toward me and placed her slender hands around my waist from behind, “I came to spend some quality time with you.”

 

“I never asked you to come, June,” I pulled her hands off me, “But since you are here, get dressed and let’s go. I have important matters to attend to in the pack.”

 

I locked my luggage and headed to my mirror, adjusting my hair.

 

She was quiet for a while before speaking again, “Okay. I’ll get to spend some time with your mum, too.”

 

Was that meant to console her? That’s her business.

 

From the corner of my eye, I saw something sitting carefully by the side of the table.

 

“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, picking up the bag and opening it. “How did this get here?”

 

“Oh. Kasmine gave them to me,” June said with a wide grin.

 

I froze as rage clouded my senses. “She what?”

 

June shrugged, that insipid smile still on her lips, oblivious to the ticking bomb in the room. “She said I could have them since I liked them. I thought it was sweet of her—”

 

My hand tightened around the bag, my knuckles white with the force of it. I barely registered June’s voice trailing off behind me as I stormed out of the room.

 

My thought was a haze of red. How dare she? Such casual disregard.

 

By the time I reached Kasmine’s door, I was seething. I didn’t bother knocking. Hell, I didn’t even hesitate. My anger gave me permission to breach every boundary.

 

I shoved the door open, the handle slamming against the wall. The sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks.

 

She stood in the center of the room, tying a towel around herself—red, my favorite color. Her hair was damp, water dripping onto her shoulders, slowly sliding down her skin.

 

For a moment, everything else faded, leaving only the image of her standing there, looking so infuriatingly perfect it made my head spin.

 

“Kester!” she yelled as she clutched the towel tighter. “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just barge in here like that!”

 

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My gaze dropped to the droplets gliding down her collarbone, disappearing into the curve of her towel. Heat surged through me, unwelcome and maddening. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus.

 

“Why the fuck did you give these to June?” I growled, tossing the bag onto her bed, making the contents spill out.

 

“She liked them. I have no use for them, so I gave them to her.” She replied with an eye roll.

 

Seeing her shrug off my anger like it was an annoyance pushed me to the edge. Kasmine grabbed a robe from her closet, slipping it over her shoulders in that nonchalant way of hers that got me mad.

 

“You gave them to her because you thought you had no use for them?” My voice was barely restrained.

 

She looked at me over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly. What else was I supposed to do with them, Kester? I’m not seeing anyone. I don’t have a boyfriend—thanks to you, by the way.”

 

I took a step closer, “You don’t get to give out a gift, Kasmine. I’ve always told you this!”

 

“Oh, please. Spare me the lecture. What am I supposed to do? Prance around in lingerie for no one? You’ve made damn sure that any man who gets within ten feet of me thinks twice about it.”

 

“Watch it, Kasmine…” I warned, feeling my anger rise a little more than I’d like.

 

“I won’t watch it, Kester!”  she snapped, stepping closer now, the fire in her eyes matching the storm in my chest. “Do you know how suffocating it’s been? I can’t date or even talk to a guy without worrying you’ll come storming in to scare him off! And for what? Because you like controlling me? Because you think you can?”

 

My hands clenched at my sides, the rage bubbling dangerously close to the surface. “No,” I growled, taking another step forward and grabbing her by her slender arm. “Because the idea of you with anyone else makes me want to fucking destroy something!”

 

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to be heard by her. That was a mistake.

 

Her breath hitched, and her eyes darted to the lingerie on the bed before resting her shocked gaze on me.

 

“What? Ke… Kester? What did you…”

 

I saw the sheer shock in her eyes.

 

“You think this is about control? About me being your overbearing stepbrother?” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. “No, Kasmine. It is far more than that.”

 

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

 

“You’re mine,” I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. My voice was raw, my chest heaving. “You’ve always been mine. And no one else gets to have you until I say otherwise, no matter how much you hate it. Always have that at the back of your mind.”

 

Her hand went to her throat, her fingers brushing against the damp skin there. “You… You can’t mean that,” she whispered, shaking her head frantically as tears glistened in her eyes.

 

I leaned down, my breath fanning her ear, “I mean every word I have just said… Mine…”

My Stepbrother

My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: 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.”

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