All Chapters of Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KASMINE.There was a thunderstorm inside my skull.My head throbbed with a heavy, pulsating ache, as if a thousand drums were pounding against my skull from the inside, sending a ripple of nausea through my body. My ears rang like a siren that refused to shut off.I groaned softly, barely able to move. Every limb in my body felt wrong, heavy, disconnected, and cold.So cold.My spine arched instinctively, trying to curl in on myself, but... Wait... Was I on the floor? Why did it feel like ice was seeping into my bones? The surface beneath me was damp, and it bit into my skin like frost.Immediately, my eyes snapped open, but I winced again.The second I realized that something was terribly, terribly wrong, my eyes flew open.Pain spread through my skull from the sudden movement, and I winced, curling slightly to shield myself.My vision was blurry, but I squinted my eyes as panic took over me.A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.Where am I?Panic rose fast. What... Oh, N

KESTER."What?" I hissed into the phone when I finally answered Mum's call. She and Dad had been calling throughout last night.The news had reached the pack, and now, everyone suddenly began to show interest and care, including those miserable elders who had refused to believe that there was a greater ploy at play.I could vomit.I didn't need them. In fact, I hate them with every fiber of my being."Talk to me, Kester," Jorja sniffed."What the fuck do you all care about now?" I barked, slamming my palm against the steering wheel as I swerved a tight corner. "You and that man sent her into the lion's trap, and now you suddenly care?"My jaw clenched hard as I flew past the road where Norlan's car had flipped days ago. Just driving past that stretch made my skin crawl. The memory, the blood, the wreckage, the fear... It all screamed at me. I pressed the gas harder."We want to help, Kes. Please," Jorja sobbed harder, but before she could say another word, I dropped the call. I couldn'

KESTER.The room was dim and too damn quiet for how loud everything inside me was screaming.I sat slouched on the edge of the couch in the center of my pack house, elbows on my knees, head down, a full bottle of whiskey in one hand and my phone in the other. I didn't even remember what time it was. Morning? Night? I didn't care.The carpet under my boots was soaked from earlier when the first bottle slipped out of my hand and shattered.Norlan was upstairs. The doctor said he needed rest, but I knew he wasn't sleeping. How could he when I hadn't closed my eyes in two fucking days?Norlan had decided to come with me to the pack house. He said I needed to be looked after. As if I was a baby. Or as if he could stop the killing spree that was already taking root in my head.Why not? When the only person who was my balance, my sanity, and my blood was still nowhere to be found until now? I don't give a fuck what the world thinks about mates, but that woman – my woman – was the only thing

KESTER.The sluggishness at which this asshole was operating was grinding on my last fucking nerve.What the fuck was he still doing, listening to that chew toy of his? Christ.Karashi.A textbook definition of pathetic.And no, it wasn't just me. Any sane person should be disgusted by women like her... always hovering around men like Saint like he's the damn messiah. She's the kind that sells both soul and spine for the barest crumb of attention. The type that thinks if she bends over far enough and swallows deep enough, one day she'll wear the Luna crown.Pathetic.She reminded me too much of June.Except June had the decency to pretend.But, you see Karashi? No shame. She didn't even care anymore when Saint ignored her even in public. I heard the bastard could fuck her for twenty hours a day and she'd beg for more.He probably did.Hell, I wouldn't put it past them if she cleaned his shoes with her tongue in private, as long as it was his kink. The bitch would do it with pride. The

KASMINE.The place was freezing. I couldn't stop shaking.My arms were numb. My legs were worse. I couldn't feel my toes. Couldn't even tell if they were still there. My skin burned from the cold, and every breath I drew in scraped my throat like sandpaper.I was barely holding up.My stomach twisted from hunger, and I could still taste bile. I'd thrown up whatever they'd tried to shove down my throat earlier. My lips were cracked. My throat was on fire. My wrists throbbed where the chains had bitten through.I... I am going to die... I know this for sure.I cried, but the tears no longer felt warm.And in the middle of it all... There was one thought that kept crawling up my throat like a curse I couldn't swallow.I should have listened to Kester.He was many things – aggressive, obsessive, reckless. But he was never wrong about the people around me.He warned me about Jake – thank Goodness he was dead. He deserved a death worse than the one he had.I kept listening to my own stupid,