Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 4

KASMINE.

I decided to prepare breakfast for us to eat. It was a weekend, and Kester said

he'd be home all day. I thought it wise to prepare his favorite meal.

"Breakfast is served," I said with a grin when he came down the stairs.

He was casually dressed in a way I hadn't seen him in a long time. Whenever he visited home, he was always formally dressed, as expected, as the Alpha.

Seeing him in his grey sweatpants and black singlet made me remember those days when he still lived with us back at home.

He looked gorgeous, I must say.

His short, black hair was neatly combed with just a few careless strands falling just above the crease of his brows.

His lick-worthy Adam's apple bobbed when his pink lips curved into a small smile.

"Mine," He called, and I couldn't help the warmth that spread across my cheeks at the way he called me - so intentional, so personal.

"You know you'll have to stop calling me that soon, right?" I teased, knowing he hated to hear that.

A small frown appeared on his face, but it disappeared instantly, replaced by a scoff, "Why?" He asked, taking a seat.

"You'll be getting married soon. How do you think June would feel when you call me that?" I served our meal and sat down to eat, but I noticed his countenance had turned sour. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

He leaned back in his seat, slowly fondling with the fork in his hand while staring into nothing. His grip on the fork was tightened, and it got me... Worried.

if I

had always had a history of anger. He's always had a little bit of a temper problem, but dad helped him

the possibility of him snapping at any moment should be

his gaze toward

He said so calmly that it scared me. His countenance returned to

sake of peace and my

again, he just...

me.

sitting room and watching a movie with him left me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast.

only half-heartedly as my thoughts swirled

on his thighs, fondling and massaging them - something that used to seem normal to me once upon a time...

so engrossed in the movie that he seemed to have forgotten I was sitting right next to him. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in his mind. He always seemed

his lap as he massaged my calves with firm, intentional motions. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already

Poor Jake.

we spoke at length. I can't deny the feelings blossoming between us already. It

a man. I impatiently awaited the day he would officially ask me to be his

when the scene shifted — a couple locked in a slow, heated kiss. They were in a dimly lit bedroom, and I was certain what

to a screeching halt. Heat rose to my cheeks, and

kind of attention he paid to the scene

the man ripped off the woman's dress, sweeping her

in his muscular arms, and

watch such a scene with

from Kester's lap, but his hand tightened around my ankle, holding me

turning his gaze to meet mine, his voice almost soothing but laced with something darker. "It's just

That name again.