Semua Bab Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Bab 221 - Bab 230

KESTER."You fucking asshole!" I turned so fast my wound nearly split open again, but I didn't care. I lunged at Saint, my voice loud enough to turn heads in the damn hallway. He stood there like a statue, hands buried in his pockets, with his expression like stone, as if none of this shit was his fault.He didn't even have the fucking right to be here, let alone stand like he wasn't sorry.The moment we arrived at the nearest hospital we could find, Kasmine had been torn from my arms and rushed into the emergency ward. She wasn't conscious. And she was fucking bleeding from between her legs!I tried. Fuck, I tried so many times to push into the operating room. The security, the nurses, and even one of the doctors had to hold me back. They had to go as far as threaten to walk off the case and leave my mate to die on that cold fucking table if I didn't back down.That was the only reason I didn't break the door down with my bare hands.It was after their threat that I finally let some h

KESTER.Nine hours. That's all I got. And I had to use it wisely.Two hours flying back home and heading for my bunker.One hour for Kex.Forty-five minutes tops for Nagel.Thirty-five for the piece of shit who took the video. The one who thought recording my mate's pain was good entertainment.Twenty-five for the son of a bitch who was the standby audience. Yeah. The one who stood by and watched, probably with a grin and a hard-on, while my mate was almost defiled. Maybe he got off on it. And now I'll make him see every inch of hell.Forty minutes to head back home, take a shower, and pack up everything Mine will need when she wakes up. Her favorite hoodie, her sleepy socks, the snacks she likes to eat when she's too stubborn to admit she's hungry. Every fucking thing she loves. I'm putting it in her hospital room.Then two hours to get my bloody, smoke-drenched ass back to the hospital, clean-shaven and standing right by her bed, to be there when she opens her eyes. Because she won'

KESTER.I watched with admiration as Norlan took over from me. We had to multitask so we could beat the time.So, while I take care of Nagel, he'd quickly carve a rough I TOUCHED WHAT'S NOT MINE on Kex's back.I turned to the next offering.Now, it was Nagel's turn.The muzzle stayed locked over his mouth. It was a tight silver lattice that blistered his jaw and left angry welts across his cheeks.I crouched in front of him with my elbows resting lazily on my knees, like I was just watching some dying animal twitch on the side of the road."Comfortable?" I asked.He growled, and I tapped the top of his head. Let him keep that fire. I wanted to see it die slowly."I'm sorry… for the bruises."He looked up, confused."The ones my men gave you. Sloppy of them. So unprofessional. I told them no physical harm. But they went against my instructions anyway. Fucking assholes." I smiled."You know, inflicting physical injuries like this on you would truly have been perfect," I whispered. "But

KASMINE.FOUR WEEKS LATER.It all still felt... unreal. Like I was living in someone else's life. A dream I hadn't woken up from.A fairytale, maybe—but one that came after a storm. The kind you don't fully trust because it feels too peaceful.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the woman looking back at me. My cheeks were fuller now, soft and round with the pregnancy. My eyes carried that permanent tiredness, yet there was a calmness I couldn't explain. Maybe it was contentment. Or maybe I was just numb."The fuck are you just standing there and doing nothing?" I heard Kester's voice from the living room, dishing out orders, moving things around, barking at the staff, organizing that which he swore had to be perfect today.He'd been so busy all morning, yet he didn't want me to raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too pampered. Like a royal egg that shouldn't even be looked at too hard.Since we got back from the hospital last week, I hadn't even washe

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