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.

I called cautiously, wondering if I had gone too

always had a history of anger. He's always had a little bit of a

mean the possibility of him snapping

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

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

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

trust him again, he just... Goes

me.

and watching a movie with him left me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return

in only half-heartedly as my thoughts swirled around the man sitting

on his thighs, fondling and massaging them - something that used to seem normal to me once upon a time... But not anymore. I was as uncomfortable as

next to him. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in

be anywhere but here, trapped

Poor Jake.

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

great guy. He's everything I need in a man. I impatiently awaited the day he would officially ask me to be his girlfriend. I won't hesitate

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

screeching halt. Heat rose to

kind of attention he paid to the scene made

swallowed hard when the man ripped off the

arms, and made his way to the

watch such a scene with my

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

his gaze to meet mine, his voice almost soothing

That name again.