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

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

him snapping at

slowly shifted his gaze toward me, "What's wrong?"

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

sake of peace and

trust him again,

me.

He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast. He insisted we watched a

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

- something

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 and

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 heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had promised to call Jake

Poor Jake.

him last night, and we spoke at length. I

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

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

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

he paid to the

the man ripped off the

in his muscular arms, and made his way

couldn't watch such a

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

voice almost soothing but laced with something darker. "It's just

That name again.