Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

KESTER.Kasmine was chaos personified, her presence pulling every dark and dangerous thread of restraint I had taut. Well, she would always bear the consequences, as far as I was concerned.She could yell, curse, and claw at the barriers I'd built, but ultimately, she was mine. She just didn't know it yet.Although I couldn't get my hands on any solid evidence yet, I knew she was hiding something. And according to my source, there was more I needed to know about her and Jake, which was why I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Of course, that was after I made sure he was suddenly discharged from his place of internship without any offense.Everyone has a price. The trick is knowing which strings to pull... and when to tighten them."Everything is set now, Alpha," Knox said."You may leave," I dismissed him and his team.I had returned home early today. I know Mine would have the chance to talk to that subhuman in my absence, but it was okay. I was handling a better situation here at

KESTER.Getting your head back on straight is hard enough on a typical day.But when you've just seen her—a stunning, maddening woman in one of those tiny dresses I've warned her not to wear—fuck, it becomes nearly impossible.The small, flowery dress clung to her curves like a second skin, so short and delicate I could probably shred it with a single tug of my fingers. The image of it falling away, the bare expanse of her skin beneath, burned in my mind.And those green eyes of hers... Why the hell does she stare at me like that? Like she knows exactly what she's doing to me.It wrecks me every time.Blood rushed south, hot and primal, and I nearly lost myself. Again.Now, here I was, tortured and frustrated, staring at my laptop and watching her read a book.I was fucking watching her read a book!Her long legs are tucked under her, the hem of that damned dress riding up just enough to tease. I could watch her for the rest of my life.I shouldn't be watching her. I know that. But th

KASMINE.I dropped to my knees beside the bed, staring at the pile of my belongings with a mix of horror and confusion. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, but there was none. None that made sense.Kester… my brother… had kept all these things. He'd taken them.I felt sick. My chest tightened, and the room seemed to spin around me.My hands were still trembling when I noticed a book. It had fallen out of the box, landing near my feet. The leather-bound cover was worn, its edges frayed as though it had been handled countless times. A diary.I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, my pulse hammering in my ears. Fear clawed at my insides, twisting and tightening until I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to pick it up. Whatever was inside that diary, I knew it wouldn't make anything better. It would make it worse. So much worse.But I couldn't leave it untouched. Not after everything I'd already uncovered.My fingers hesitated before finally reaching for it. Slow

KASMINE.I couldn't believe it. My brother kissed me?It felt like a nightmare, the kind you can't wake up from no matter how hard you try. My thoughts were a tangled mess, my chest heaving as I stumbled back, pressing my trembling hands to my lips. The taste of him lingered—mint and something darker, something I didn't want to name."I can never be yours, Kester! You're despicable!" I spat, my voice cracking as I tried to push past the storm brewing in my head. My body betrayed me, weak knees wobbling beneath me as I bolted from the bed, needing distance, air—anything to erase what had just happened.He leaned back lazily against the headboard, smirking as if my outburst amused him. The sharp edge of that smirk sent fire racing through my veins, anger, and humiliation warring for dominance."How could you?" I choked, glaring at him through my tears. "How could you even think—" I tried to catch my breath, but my words dissolved into sobs I hated myself for. Stupid, stupid tears, falli

KASMINE.I searched his eyes for any form of understanding, but there was none. All I saw was a cold, unfeeling man. It felt like I was standing before a stranger... Someone who fed on control."Kester!" My voice cracked, raw with desperation, as I tried to twist out of his iron grip. It was useless. He didn't even flinch, his smirk widening as he watched my futile struggle. His calm, collected demeanor only made my panic worse."I'll do anything you want. I swear. Just let me go," I cried.Tears rolled down my eyes.He tilted his head, "Anything?" He asked so casually, and I nodded frantically, my mind spinning."I'll never miss work again," I choked out, the words tumbling over one another in my desperation. "I'll never disobey you, Kester. I'll do your laundry. I'll cook for you... I'll do anything... anything. Please. Just don't do this to me."Tears streaked my face, my chest heaving with sobs. The thought of my mother seeing me like this, of her finding out what was happening, s