All Chapters of Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KESTER.June was too weak for an Alpha's daughter. Sometimes, I wonder if Alpha Mellors was truly her father.Just a few pieces of glass had marred her face, and she was wearing plaster all over like a costume.I apologized to her like Mine wanted. She even made sure I dressed June's injuries, which I did carelessly.With the way the plasters looked right now, June had obviously redone what I had done. Good for her.She was lucky Kasmine made me do it. Otherwise..."Come on, Kester, let's join the dance!" June came to me with a cup of whatever local wine the natives served them, and she was all smiles and teeth, almost as if I hadn't been the one who caused her pain some hours ago."Go on, June. I'm not in the mood." I waved at her, and she barely maintained her smile as she walked back into the small crowd of people who danced like they had nothing to worry about.Well, as for me, I had a lot to worry about. One of them was keeping an eye on Kasmine.She was having the fun of her lif

KASMINE.Something was off.June sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly stirring the coffee in her cup, the spoon clinking against the ceramic in a slow, repetitive rhythm.She wasn't drinking it.She was just staring into the dark liquid, lost in her own thoughts."What's wrong?" I asked, leaning against the counter. "You don't look happy."She sighed—deep, heavy—before lifting the cup to her lips and taking a small sip. Then, slowly, she turned to face me."Kasmine..." She paused, looking at me.Something about how she looked at me made my stomach twist, and my palms feel suddenly too warm.For a fleeting second, the worst possible thought crossed my mind.Does she know what I and Kester did last night?I swallowed, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. "Yes?"She hesitated as if weighing her words. "Have you ever spoken to your brother about me? Even once?"My stomach dropped, and that guilt I'd been trying so hard to bury came crawling back."I mean..." she continued, he

KASMINE.The heat between us was unbearable. It coiled in my stomach, twisted up my spine, and spread through my veins like wildfire.Straddling Kester's lap, I could feel every rigid inch of him pressing against me, the hard muscles of his thighs beneath mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed me in.His fingers trailed up my thighs, setting my nerves on fire. My dress was already bunched up at my waist, leaving me bare to his touch, to the wicked things I knew he was about to do to me."You're burning up for me, aren't you?" Kester's voice was low, rough, and full of smug satisfaction as he slipped a single finger between my folds, dragging it through my wetness.I gasped, my fingers tightening around his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his white sleeves. The pressure, the teasing stroke, everything was enough to send a violent shudder through me."Kester…" My voice was breathy and desperate.His dark eyes burned into mine, filled with raw possession, wi

KASMINE.The car pulled over at the parking lot, and only then did I realize how much I had missed home. It's been a few weeks since I last visited.The pack was busy as usual, with people going about their usual activities.We arrived less than five minutes after our heated session. It took me a surprisingly short time to arrange my hair. My hands trembled as I adjusted my dress, smoothing out imaginary creases.I reached for the door handle, my fingers curling around it, ready to bolt—but before I could step out, a strong hand latched onto my arm, pulling me back.A breath hissed between my teeth."Let me go," I snapped, whipping around to glare at him.Kester's deep green eyes locked onto mine with an amusement that made my stomach churn."Behave yourself. Don't go showing everyone how angry you are, or they might begin to ask questions," his gaze fell from my eyes to the side of my lips where he had bitten, and something dark crossed his eyes.His tongue darted out to wet his lowe

KASMINE.I stood before the Leropita Psychiatric Hospital for over five minutes, unable to make a decision whether I wanted to go in or not.The building seemed too cold and clinical, with its pale grey walls and tall glass windows that reflected nothing but the dull, overcast sky. It smelled like rain was coming, the wind carrying the sharp smell of damp pavement and antiseptic.My fingers curled tightly around the strap of my handbag.Would they even let me access Kester's files?Would I find what I was looking for?My hands suddenly became clammy, and my heart picked up speed as I stared at the entrance of the hospital.It was a bit too quiet, too.Of course, not many people experience mental issues every single day. At least, so I thought.I exhaled, shoving the doubt aside.I clutched my handbag closely, the strap sitting tightly on my shoulder as I entered the premises.The lobby was cleaner than I expected, almost disturbingly pristine. The walls were white, the floors polished