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

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

mean the possibility of him snapping

he slowly shifted his gaze

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

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

me.

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

half-heartedly as my thoughts swirled around the man

back and watched with him while he placed my legs on his thighs, fondling and massaging them - something that used

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 so detached

shifted slightly on the couch, my legs still draped over his lap as he massaged my calves with firm, intentional motions. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this

Poor Jake.

to talk with him last night, and we spoke at length. I can't

awaited the day he would officially

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

halt. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I

fact, the kind of attention he paid to

ripped

arms, and made his

couldn't watch such a scene with my big

from the TV screen, trying to pull my legs from Kester's lap, but his hand tightened around my ankle,

meet mine, his voice almost soothing but laced

That name again.