LOGINTrigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
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"No..." I whispered, my hands trembling uncontrollably as my blurry eyes took in the sight before me. "Wh.. What have you done?" I choked, taking slow steps backward, away from the man who I had thought was my savior and protector.
I was wrong.
"Kasmine..." He called in his familiar deep voice that always remained calm no matter the storm raging in him.
"Don't come near me. You... You just killed him... You killed him..." I sobbed, feeling my limbs grow weaker by the minute as I kept staring blankly at the young man lying lifeless before me.
We were in the woods. Just the two of us and the dead man.
"Stop being dramatic, Kasmine. He tried to force himself on you!" Kester's tone was a bit firmer now.
"He didn't! He barely even touched me! He was just talking to me, Kester! You just took an innocent life!" I screamed.
I was fed up. I didn't know how much of this I could take anymore.
Kester, my stepbrother, is the Alpha Of the Crescent Moon Pack. It was all so cute and harmless - his protectiveness towards me. But as we grew, it slowly turned into something else. Something that made me even more terrified of him.
Never did I ever imagine that my stepbrother would ever kill anyone because of me, let alone an innocent man.
"Come on. Let's get back to the party," He stepped toward me, but I stepped backward.
How could he sound like he didn't just kill an innocent person? How?
"Get away from me! Don't come near me!" I shrieked, turning on my heels, but I was no match for him. He was way faster than my small legs could ever carry me.
Kester held me firmly in his strong arms, and I felt disgusted being so close to him.
"Stop it, now!" He yelled furiously, unleashing his Alpha command on me, and I immediately lost my will to him. But the terror and pain were still there, "you will act like the good girl you are and return to the party immediately," He commanded, his deep green eyes almost piercing the depths of my soul as he held my gaze.
I nodded sheepishly, unable to fight against his Alpha aura.
As I walked back to the party - his girlfriend's party - I began to wonder how my life turned out to become this sour.
I was once a sweet little girl who lost her father at the age of five. Two years later, my mother found love again with the Alpha of our pack, who had also lost his mate. Kester was fourteen, while I was seven.
He protected me like the big brother I saw him to be. He never allowed anyone to bully me. He never went a day without getting me gifts. I was the envy of my friends because I was loved and pampered by my big brother.
But right now, I don't think my friends would still envy me, knowing what I have been going through for the past four years.
When I turned sixteen, I noticed Kester's protectiveness becoming a little too much. He never allowed other men to come near me, and neither did he allow me to spend so much time with my female friends anymore.
He always wanted to be the one I spent all my time with and tell all my secrets to. And as the years went by, it began to reach an unhealthy point.
At twenty, I still don't have a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend would be over Kester's dead body. He kept telling me that I should keep myself for my fated mate when I got my wolf at twenty-one.
Father and mother saw nothing wrong with everything Kester had been doing. They kept saying they felt happy I had a protective older brother.
Now, I desperately look forward to turning twenty-one in a few months and meeting my fated mate. I am desperate to be free from his control. I feel suffocated already.
*
Days passed by, and I couldn't get over the gory image of the innocent man who was killed in front of me. I couldn't sleep or eat. I haven't set eyes on Kester either. He only comes home during the weekends to visit Mum and Dad.
Kester Hamilton, the CEO of Zamford Technologies, is a big name in the country. He took over the company just about the same time he took over the Alpha position from our father, former Alpha Kade Hamilton. And since then, he has taken the company to great heights.
At twenty-seven, he had already made a name for himself. His pack is the biggest in the country. He was the envy of all.
Thankfully, I had to deal with his controlling presence only during the weekends. But that didn't mean I was free during the week, as he had bugged my phone and laptop. No calls or text messages come in or go out of my phone without him seeing them.
So much for a big brother.
My alarm blared for the fourth time, and I jumped out of bed. I wouldn't want to be late for class. Being in my final year in college, we were expected to go on an internship program according to our fields of study.
As a computer science student, I have already submitted the three tech companies I would love to work with for my internship.
None of these companies were as good as Kester's, but may I be damned to add his company to my list! Not when I have been so desperate to be out of his reach as much as possible.
Jake and I already submitted the same choices, and hopefully, we will be posted to the same company. There, I'd have more time and freedom to be with Jake without Kester ever finding out.
Jake is a guy I admire so much. And I couldn't be more thankful that he also felt the same way for me. He just hadn't asked me out yet, but I am still hopeful. Perhaps spending more time during our internship program might spark things between us a little further, and he might ask me to be his girlfriend.
The thought of seeing Jake today made me blush hard.
"What's happening?" I asked Claire, who looked like she had just been through hell, as I approached the school entrance.
She heaved a sad smile with an eye roll, "I was posted to J&F Technologies," She said, and I understood why she was sad.
Since high school, Claire has always had a crush on Kester, but he hardly ever notices her. Probably because she was a little too chubby for him. He liked slim, model-like girls.
She had submitted his company, hoping she'd be posted there, but she wasn't. I felt sorry for her. This was the only opportunity she had to be close to him for at least six hours daily for the next three months. But she missed it.
"I am so sorry, babe." I said, pulling her in for a hug, "Did you see mine? Where was I posted to?" I asked, pulling her towards the information board.
She wasn't saying anything, and I wondered why. The Claire I know would have already told me where I was posted, even before I got the chance to see it for myself. But I ignored her. She was probably still sad about her posting.
My eyes eagerly scanned the long list pasted on the board, and the first name I looked out for was Jake's. He was posted to Plush Technologies.
I nervously searched for my name, praying to the Moon Goddess that I'd also be posted to Plush Tech, but I paused abruptly when I saw my name.
"No... This must be a mistake." I said with wide eyes and trembling hands. "How..."
My heart drummed in my chest, and I felt my head spinning as I tried to grasp what was going on.
How the hell was I posted to Zamford Technologies?
My stepbrother's company.
KESTER.SIX MONTHS LATER.It was late afternoon, and the rain outside was heavy.Dr. Ansel leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed neatly as usual, pen resting on the edge of his yellow notepad, and his ugly glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.Me? My arms were locked tight across my chest, like I was holding something broken inside me together."So that's it," I muttered in a flat but tight voice. "Six months. I showed up. I talked. I didn't throw a chair through your window. I didn't burn the place down. I'm still standing. That should be good enough."Dr. Ansel studied me the way a surgeon studies an open wound with curiosity, patience, and a little too steady for comfort.He tilted his head, calm as ever. "Is it good enough for you?" he asked.I didn't answer. I looked toward the rain dripping down the glass like the sky was leaking secrets it never wanted to share."I didn't come here to cry on couches or to get soft," I muttered. "I came here to get my shit together
KESTER.Again... Who said men don't cry?Because, fuck. I was doing all I could to hold back the tears. This was unreal. This was a dream... And I didn't want to wake up from it.Reading my vows to Mine made me more emotional than I thought I was capable of. And seeing her cry that way? It ripped me open. Never knew I could be a romantic. But, hell, Kasmine brought all that out of me.She looked even more perfect than I thought in that wedding dress. I knew it’d be perfect on her, but nothing prepared me for the kind of perfection standing before me.She looked so fucking perfect today.Ain’t I a lucky bastard?The priest turned to her."Kasmine, do you wish to share your vows?"She took a slow breath, her fingers tightening in mine."Kester…" She said my name, and I swear something inside me twisted. My name had never sounded so delicate. "If you had asked me years ago if I could ever stand here… I would have said no. Not because you didn't deserve it, but because I was too scared. S
KASMINE.Ever heard of the word crazy?Kester Hamilton was crazy. The man had gotten me a wedding dress even before I’d come to terms with the idea of ever being with him.Speak of positivity and determination.And it fit perfectly. The intricate designs, theI stared at my reflection in the mirror, and God knows I was doing everything in my power not to shed a tear. I didn’t want to ruin my makeup for the second time today. My chest was tight, and my hands fidgeted in my lap as the maids moved around me.And then my gaze slid down the gown again. It was impossible not to. The fabric shimmered faintly under the lights. Kester had a maddening talent for choosing the best of everything — and this dress was proof. He didn’t just have good taste; he had unforgiving taste.Everyone busied themselves, putting the final touches on my hair, my face, my dress — every detail had to be perfect. The rustle of silk, the faint scent of fresh flowers, the click of heels across the floor — it all mad
KESTER.I was hanging by a damn thread. Every muscle in me screamed to take her the way I'd been used to — rough and deep, until she couldn't walk for days — but the doctor's voice kept ringing in my head: "Safe, but with caution."Safe. Caution.Two words I'd never been good at.But tonight… tonight I was trying. I was putting in a lot of restraint, I swear to fuck. Otherwise, I would have fucked my mate into a coma already.Fuck.Do you have any idea what it means to finally own the woman you've bled for? The one you've fought like hell to keep? The one you swore you'd claim against all odds, even if it meant burning down the world?She was right fucking beneath me now, being fucked as MINE... Being marked as MINE. I finally owned her. And every aspect of me felt the thrill, including my cock. Now it knew it was fucking OUR pussy. Fuck. If that wasn't a major turn on.Kasmine Hamilton. My mate. My Luna. My fucking everything.Zeth got what he always wanted... Putting our mark on Kas
KASMINE.Was it okay to say I was a bit nervous?Yeah. It was.I wasn't a virgin anymore. Heck, Kester was the one who disvirgined me. I was carrying his babies, for God's sake! So why the hell was my stomach doing flips knowing what was about to happen tonight?The bathroom door slid open, and Kester stepped out, water still dripping from his skin. My eyes followed the trail — broad shoulders, hard chest, those deep grooves that dipped into his hips… and no towel.My heart stuttered. My throat went dry.I shifted on the bed, trying to sit up, but his smirk told me he'd noticed the effect he had on me."There is no need, Mine," he said in a rough voice, "I'll meet you there." He took excruciatingly slow steps toward me, and I let out a nervous smile. My thighs pressed together on instinct.We'd had a long day. We attended to a lot of visitors and congratulations, but Kester made sure I didn't overwork myself one bit. The moment he sensed the tiniest bit of exhaustion on my face, he br
KASMINE.The moment the double doors swung open, I swear my heart skipped about ten beats at once.The hall was already filled to the brim, the whole place radiating with excitement and warmth... The cheer that erupted almost knocked me off my feet... the roar of the hall... The claps and the deep, resonant howls of my pack. Oh, God.We walked into the hall. Alphas and Lunas from far and near were in attendance.My fingers were laced tight in Kester's, his thumb brushing over my knuckles like he was grounding me, and telling me 'stay with me, Mine', his other hand at the small of my back, steering me like I was something precious he wasn't about to let the world handle on its own, as we walked to the podium.I could feel the subtle tension in him, that coiled, possessive pride that was so very him. Every step we took together down that aisle felt like it belonged to a dream I'd once been too afraid to have.The golden light spilling from the chandeliers caught on his dark hair, the sh






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