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

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

that didn't mean the possibility of him snapping at any moment

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

calmly that it scared me.

insist on knowing what had just happened, but for the sake of peace and my sanity, I kept quiet,

to trust him again, he just... Goes off

me.

bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me

movie pulled me in only half-heartedly as my thoughts swirled around the man

massaging them - something that used to seem normal to me once upon a time... But not anymore. I was as uncomfortable

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

massaged my calves with firm, intentional motions. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had

Poor Jake.

length. I can't deny the feelings blossoming

great guy. He's everything I need in a man. I impatiently awaited the day he would officially ask me to be his girlfriend.

attention snapped back to the TV screen when the scene shifted — a couple locked in a slow, heated kiss. They were in a dimly lit bedroom, and

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

fact, the kind of attention he paid to the

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

arms, and made his

I couldn't watch such a scene with my big

away from the TV screen, trying to pull my legs from Kester's

turning his gaze to meet mine, his voice almost

That name again.