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.

cautiously, wondering if I had gone too far with

a little bit of a temper problem, but dad helped him fix it with

mean the possibility of him snapping at any moment should be

time, and he slowly shifted his gaze toward me, "What's wrong?" My heart was already

it scared me. His countenance returned to normal as if everything was

was tempted to insist on knowing what had just happened, but for the sake of peace and my sanity, I

again, he just... Goes off and...

me.

with him left me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast. He insisted we watched a movie he'd been

my thoughts swirled around the man

thighs, fondling and massaging them - something that used to seem normal to me once upon a time... But not

the movie that he seemed to have forgotten I was sitting right next to him. Sometimes,

be anywhere but here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had promised to

Poor Jake.

talk with him last night, and we spoke at length. I can't deny the feelings blossoming between us already.

man. I impatiently awaited the day

locked in a slow, heated kiss. They were in a dimly lit bedroom, and I was certain what

and every sweet thought about Jake came to a screeching halt. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I glanced at Kester, hoping he wasn't paying attention.

paid to the scene

hard when the man ripped off the woman's dress, sweeping

floor in his muscular arms, and made his way to

watch such a scene with my

looked away from the TV screen, trying to pull my legs from Kester's lap, but his

to meet mine, his voice almost soothing but laced with something darker.

That name again.