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

He's always had a little bit of a temper problem, but dad helped him fix it

didn't mean the possibility of him snapping at any moment should be ruled

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

that it scared me.

had just happened, but for the sake of peace and my sanity,

to trust him again,

me.

and watching a movie with him left me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return to my room after breakfast. He insisted we watched a movie he'd been dying

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

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

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

here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was already 11:00 am. I had

Poor Jake.

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

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

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

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

he paid to the scene made

swallowed hard when the man ripped off

in his muscular arms, and

a scene with my

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

his voice almost

That name again.