My Stepbrother 82

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Chapter 82

KESTER.

The room still smelled of her—faint traces of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled from where I had fucked her until her voice broke,

I had brought the sex from the mini room to the main bedroom. I wanted to mark every corner of this room with our sin. And I almost did.

Just a few more corners left.

She had clawed at my back, bitten into my shoulder, screamed my name like she had nothing left in her world but

And for a while, that was all I needed.

Now, reality had crept back in.

I sat at the edge of the bed, naked, one hand dragging through my damp hair while the other scrolled through the endless stream of disaster flooding my inbox.

The Scotland branch was bleeding money. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes and cutting off my -supply chain.

I exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Valor Lante was behind this. That much was clear. But they weren’t attacking directly. They were using Belinzo.

The contract between Belinzo and Valor Lante had seemed harmless on the surface–just a standard supplier agreement, nothing more. But now it was obvious what was happening.

They were prioritizing Valor Lante’s shipments, pushing Zamford Tech to the bottom of the list.

They had cut me off from the very materials I needed to keep my projects moving.

My fingers tapped on the keyboard of my laptop as I typed out an email to Rhys Carter, my Operations Manager.

Me: I need you to get to Scotland ASAP. Dig into the supply chain. Find out exactly where the chokehold is. If Belinzo is the problem, I want proof. If Valor Lante is pulling the strings, I want leverage. We can’t afford another quarter like this. If you need to put pressure on the smaller suppliers, do it. But I want shipments moving. Call me the second you get anything useful.

I hit send, then reached for my phone. There were other fires to put out, and I had to do it myself. Not because there wasn’t someone who could help–June could. With a single word, she could smooth this over.

Her father’s connections stretched farther than the Mediterranean Sea. That’s how connected he was.

He could twist Belinzo’s arm, put pressure on Valor Lante, and make sure the Scotland branch stopped bleeding before the next quarter collapsed on me.

That was why my father wanted this marriage so fucking badly. It wasn’t about me, or love, or family. It was strictly about power.

And inaybe that was what I should do. Maybe I should stop being so fucking stubborn, marry June, let her fix this and be done with it.

But I wasn’t going to.

I wasn’t going to crawl to her. Wasn’t going to let my father push me into a life I didn’t want with a woman I felt

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If I couldn’t pull my company back from the edge on my own, then I had no business running it. Jaw tight, I dialed Logan Drake, my legal advisor. The moment he picked up, I didn’t waste time.

“Look into the Belinzo contract with Valor Lante. I want to know if there’s a loophole we can use to break their exclusivity deal.”

Logan sighed on the other end. “This again? Kester, if Belinzo signed a priority contract with them, they’re within their rights-”

“I don’t give a fuck about their rights.” My voice came out sharp, low. “I care about getting my shipments. Find me a way in. Or better yet, find me a way to fuck them over.

A pause. Then, “I’ll see what I can do.”

I hung up.

The TV was on, and the low hum of the news already felt like a distraction to me. I felt like turning it off already. But before I picked up the remote, a name mentioned by the reporter hit me.

Elliot Greyson.

Hooked

up, and his face was on the screen. Again.

His picture was on display–the one he had obviously taken before he got on the flight. The one before I killed him.

Breaking News: Elliot Grayson, Young Entrepreneur, Found Dead Mid–Flight to Maldives…

The reporter’s voice trailed off when I heard angry footsteps ascending the stairs.

They still hadn’t stopped broadcasting the fucking thing, still running theories, still digging for answers they’d never find because the only answer was me.

“Kester!”

Fuck. Not now.

The sound of her bare feet against the marble stairs sent a pulse through my skull. I already knew why she was coming.

I sat back, muscles coiling, bracing myself just before the door slammed open.

She stood there, wrapped in my shirt, her hair still a mess from what we’d done earlier.

“Kester! Elliot was…” She paused when she saw me sitting unbothered in front of the TV.

Her eyes flicked to the TV, then back to me.

“You knew.”

It was not a question.

I didn’t move. Instead, I set my laptop aside. “Knew what, Kasmine?”

Her voice trembled while her gaze burned into mine. “Elliot. He–he was on that plane, Kester. He was the one was talking to when you walked in and dragged me with you. And now he’s dead.” She left the door and took slow steps toward me as if she were walking close to something she couldn’t bear to believe. She looked at me like I had done something no one else had ever done.

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I let the silence settle between us while I let her sit in it.

Her breathing hitched, and I saw tears gathering in her beautiful green eyes.

Fuck. She was crying for another man.

Another. Fucking. Man.

What exactly do I do with this girl and her attachment to them? Why does she keep testing me?

“Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this, Kester. Please.” She whispered, desperate for me to deny it. One tear slipped down her cheek. A single drop, but it felt like I was bleeding from the heart. I hated it when she cried. I wish I could kill that fucking Elliot ten more times for being the reason Mine cried.

I exhaled and stood up, casually walking to the closet to get something to wear. “You know who I am, Kasmine. Don’t ask me to lie to you.”

“What?” She breathed out in a shaky whisper, covering her mouth to suppress the whimper that had already escaped her throat. “How could you? Why?” Her voice broke.

“Because he touched what’s mine.” I paused and said over my shoulder. I already had enough I was handling. Women’s drama wasn’t one I’d like to add to my plate right now.

“He was just an innocent young man,” she choked out, trying to rationalize it, trying to make me feel something I didn’t. “He was here on a business trip to meet-”

“I don’t fucking care, Kasmine!” I snapped at her, turning to face her. “And if another man fucking touches you like that again, I’ll do more than kill him silently and let his body be found on a plane.”

I slowly approached her while she took desperate steps backward with her eyes still glued on me. “I’ll cut off his hands and deliver them to you in a bouquet while I’d serve his head on a platter for you.”

“Kester…”

“The lives of a lot of people are in your hands, baby. You’ll decide who lives and who dies. And you know how.” I added, my body ghosting over her small one, and she looked like I could break her just with the snap of my fingers. She was so fragile that it made my cock ache always

“You’re a monster,” she whispered.

A slow smile stretched my lips at the compliment.

Finally, she understood.

“You’ve always known this since childhood, little sister. I’ve always been a monster for you.” My fingers brushed the side of her face softly, but she flinched and pulled away

I caught her chin before she could go too far, forcing her to look at me. “You wouldn’t want to do that, baby. Don’t ever pull away from me,” I said with a smile, but funny how I meant every word I said.

Her scent calmed the raging storm that was threatening to swallow me whole moments ago. There was something about her–something only she had, something that settled in my blood like an addiction.

And that’s why I couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Because without her-

There would be nothing left of me.

A knock on the front door broke the heavy silence between us, and we both stared at each other with one question

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Who the fuck was that?

“Are you expecting anyone?” Kasmine asked after a pause, wiping her eyes.

“This is Maldives, Kasmine. I don’t have acquaintances,” I replied, pulling away from her and putting on the shirt and shorts I had pulled out of the closet.

While I headed out of the room to see who it was at the door, I saw Kasmine going toward the closet, but I did not pay attention to her.

As I ascended the stairs, I heard her footsteps behind me, more hurried than mine, but I still didn’t pay attention to her. She was obviously also coming to see who was at the door. Or, so I thought, until I heard her walk into the kitchen instead.

When I reached the door, I pulled it open. The world tilted on its axis enough to remind me that gravity was still a bitch. But not so much of a bitch as the one standing right before me like a bad investment I had written off, burned, and buried, only to find the ashes sitting pretty on my doorstep.

June.

Fucking June.

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.”