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 had gone

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

him snapping at any moment should be ruled

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

that it scared me. His countenance returned to

had just happened, but for the sake of peace and my sanity, I kept quiet, and we ate the rest of the meal

attempted to trust him again, he

me.

He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast. He insisted we watched a movie he'd been dying to watch

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

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

right next to him. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in his mind. He always seemed

here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had promised to call Jake and it

Poor Jake.

spoke at length. I can't deny the feelings blossoming between

impatiently awaited the day he would officially ask me to be his girlfriend. I won't hesitate to

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

a screeching halt. Heat rose

attention he paid to the scene

ripped off the woman's dress, sweeping her

and made his way to

couldn't watch such a scene with

trying to pull my legs from Kester's lap, but his

voice almost

That name again.