บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

KASMINE'S POV."Mum, please, you don't understand. I can't live with Kester. I don't want to," I pleaded with my mum, who paid little attention to me as she ordered the maids to make sure to pack everything I'd need for the next three months.I had tried all I could to make the school post me to my place of choice but they said there was nothing they could do about it.With his influence, Kester had made sure the school posted me to his company by all means.Zamford Tech is three hours away from home, and my parents decided that it would be best to stay with Kester throughout my internship program since we only need to report to school once every week - on Fridays.So, I had to stay at Kester's from Sundays to Thursdays. I had to endure him for that long. I hadn't even gotten over the fact that he killed someone because of me. It's been almost two weeks now, and we have never spoken about it after that night. Neither could I even muster the courage to tell anyone about it.What happens

KASMINE.I decided to prepare breakfast for us to eat. It was a weekend, and Kester said he'd be home all day. I thought it wise to prepare his favorite meal."Breakfast is served," I said with a grin when he descended the stairs.He was casually dressed in a way I hadn't seen him in a long time. Whenever he visited home, he was always formally dressed, as expected, as the Alpha.Seeing him in his grey sweatpants and black singlet made me remember those days when he still lived with us back at home.He looked gorgeous, I must say.His short, black hair was neatly combed with just a few careless strands falling just above the crease of his brows.His lick-worthy Adam's apple bobbed when his pink lips curved into a small smile."Mine," He called, and I couldn't help the warmth that spread across my cheeks at the way he called me – so intentional, so personal."You know you'll have to stop calling me that soon, right?" I teased, knowing he hated to hear that.A small frown appeared on his

KASMINE."Mum... I don't want to be here anymore. Please?" I said to my mum for the hundredth time since the day I arrived.I thought I could work things out with my brother and be freer around him, but I was wrong. He's been worse than he used to be with his overprotectiveness."Come on, honey. You'll be fine. Besides, you'll be coming home tomorrow, won't you? I know you miss me, your friends..." Mum said, trailing off again, probably talking to someone else in the background. It's been a habit of hers that I detested. She always wanted to handle too many things at the same time."See you tomorrow, mum," I hung up the call even before she could respond.My mum was never available. How would she know what I was going through? We couldn't even as much as connect through a simple conversation, how much more build a connection where she'd know how I truly felt on the inside about certain things I was going through?I had no one to talk to except...Speak of the devil, and she appears!W

KASMINE.My brother couldn't have meant all he said to me in my room. He must have said those things to get me further scared of having anything to do with any man until I have my mate.All through the drive to the pack, I sat quietly in the car, replaying his words in my head. Thankfully, he was in another vehicle with June. He always traveled with his driver and a small convoy for security reasons.He was becoming even more protective."27th, Kasmine. 27th of August..." I kept reassuring myself every day since my life became a misery."I'm already running late, mum. It's almost ten," I said to my mum when we arrived at the packhouse.I didn't miss the subtle glare Kester shut my way, but I ignored him."You'll be back in time to have lunch before you leave, right?" She asked, patting my head lovingly as she planted a small kiss on my forehead.I narrowed my brows. What was she talking about?"I'll be staying the weekend, mum. Remember?" I stated with an eye roll."No, you're not," I

KESTER.If only she knew. Poor Kasmine. She just sold her soul to the devil by telling me she'd do whatever I wanted her to do.Now, I was looking for the perfect 'favor' to ask of her.Under the guise of handling paperwork, I stayed rooted to my spot, my eyes fixed on her. She didn't know I was watching, and I liked it that way. The glass panel between us offered a perfect view of her, yet it wasn't enough to bridge the space I ached to close.Kasmine sat at her desk, her attention absorbed by the monitor. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face, the gesture so small and unassuming, yet it sent an ache through me. That hair, dark and soft, had once rested against my shoulder when she fell asleep in the car as kids. How could something so simple haunt me like this now?Her lips moved as she murmured something under her breath, likely annoyed at whatever task she was handling. The sight made my chest tighten.Gods, she was exquisite. A picture of innocence wrapped in temptation