Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 1

KASMINE'S POV.

"No..." I whispered, my hands trembling uncontrollably as my blurry eyes took in the sight before me. "Wh.. What have you done?" I choked, taking slow steps backward, away from the man who I had thought was my savior and protector.

I was wrong.

"Kasmine..." He called in his familiar deep voice that always remained calm no matter the storm raging in him.

"Don't come near me. You... You just killed him... You killed him..." I sobbed, feeling my limbs grow weaker by the minute as I kept staring blankly at the young man lying lifeless before me.

We were in the woods. Just the two of us and the dead man.

"Stop being dramatic, Kasmine. He tried to force himself on you!" Kester's tone was a bit firmer now.

“He didn't! He barely even touched me! He was just talking to me, Kester! You just took an innocent life!" I screamed.

I was fed up. I didn't know how much of this I could take anymore.

Kester, my stepbrother, is the Alpha Of the Crescent Moon Pack. It was all so cute and harmless - his protectiveness towards me. But as we grew, it slowly turned into something else. Something that made me even more terrified of him.

Never did I ever imagine that my stepbrother would ever kill anyone because of me, let alone an innocent man.

"Come on. Let's get back to the party," He stepped toward me, but I stepped backward.

How could he sound like he didn't just kill an innocent person? How?

near me!" I shrieked, turning on my heels, but I was no match for

in his strong arms, and

and I immediately lost my will to him. But the terror and pain were still there, "you will act like the good girl you are and return to the party immediately," He commanded, his deep green eyes almost piercing the depths of my

unable to fight against his Alpha

I began to wonder how my life turned out to

father at the age of five. Two years later, my mother found love again with the Alpha of our pack, who had also lost

He never allowed anyone to bully me. He never went a day without getting me gifts. I was the envy of my

would still envy me, knowing what

Kester's protectiveness becoming a little too much. He never allowed other men to

with and tell all

twenty, I still don't have a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend would be over Kester's dead body. He kept telling me that I should keep myself for my fated mate when I got my wolf at

with everything Kester had been doing. They kept saying they felt happy I had

to turning twenty-one in a few months and meeting my

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who was killed in front of me. I couldn't sleep or eat. I haven't set eyes on Kester either. He only comes

same time he

twenty-seven, he had already made a name for himself. His pack is

the weekends. But that didn't mean I was free during the week, as he had bugged my phone and laptop. No calls or

for a big

jumped out of bed. I wouldn't want to be late for class. Being in my final year in college, we were expected to go on an internship program according to

a computer science student, I have already submitted the three tech companies I would love to work with

good as Kester's, but may I be damned to add his company to my list! Not when I have been so desperate to be out of his reach as much

the same choices, and hopefully, we will be posted to the same company. There, I'd have more