Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

KESTER.

Kasmine was 'chaos personified, her presence pulling every dark and dangerous thread of restraint I had taut. Well, she would always bear the consequences, as far as I was concerned.

She could yell, curse, and claw at the barriers I'd built, but ultimately, she was mine. She just didn't know it yet.

Although I couldn't get my hands on any solid evidence yet, I knew she was hiding something. And according to my source, there was more I needed to know about her and Jake, which was why I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Of course, that was after I made sure he was suddenly discharged from his place of internship without any offense.

Everyone has a price. The trick is knowing which strings to pull... and when to tighten them.

"Everything is set now, Alpha," Knox said.

"You may leave," I dismissed him and his team.

I had returned home early today. I know Mine would have the chance to talk to that subhuman in my absence, but it was okay. I was handling a better situation here at home.

I went to my laptop and turned it on, checking out the view of the room - her

room.

It was perfect.

The surveillance team I hired had done an excellent job. Every angle of her room was visible on my laptop, the cameras expertly concealed.

I didn't like leaving loose ends. That's why, after last night, I decided to keep a closer eye on her. I didn't like the fact that she was hiding something from me.

Watching her felt wrong in a way that only made me crave it more.

I know she wouldn't like it if she ever got to know about it. But fuck it. Who cares? She should be grateful I didn't have one installed in her bathroom. Just yet.

My door banged open, forcing me to jerk my head in the direction of the noise. Fuck. She was back. And angry.

her wrath, though the sight of her-her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her lips trembled with fury–sent a jolt of heat

you, Kester? Why are you doing this to me?" She yelled, shutting

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my shirt. Her anger only added fuel to my fire. She was stunning when she was like

you. You promised not to

haven't touched him," I said, my tone devoid of emotion. Jake was exactly where I wanted

know you're behind this! You're trying to manipulate him, to manipulate me!" She stepped closer, her small frame trembling with the effort to

keeps pressing, and gods know that if she doesn't stop,

back on her, walked to my closet, and began to unbuckle my belt. I had to take a shower to calm

moved before I could think, wrapping around her throat and pinning her against the wall. Her body collided with a soft thud,

of her neck beneath my palm, the way her lips parted as she struggled to breathe, the rapid rise and fall of her chest-it was driving me to the brink of insanity. My thumb brushed

lashes were getting wet with moisture... It was

you to watch it, Kasmine!" I snarled through gritted teeth, "If he's just a friend," I murmured, leaning in so close, our breaths mingled, "then you shouldn't have

warnings and threats, but my insides craved something

just a temptation; she was the chaos in my veins, the

weakness. She was my ruin waiting to

choked, her voice almost not audible, “Pl... please..." she choked out, her voice barely a

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realize I

was fragile in my grasp, yet she had the power to

how much I loved the sight. Oxygen was

her to greedily sulk in some air. She let the tears fall. Her soft sobs filled my ears, but they were like music. "Kester..." She sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me?

couldn't explain. I wanted to taste them-salt and sorrow mingling on my tongue- just to claim even

her-everything. That every possessive, maddening thing I did was because the thought of another man's hands on her made me feel like I'd tear the world apart... That the feelings I had for her were dangerous, a wildfire that could burn us both to ashes. I ached to tell her that the only thing holding me back from pinning her against the wall and claiming her, body and soul, was the thin thread of morals I clung to. But Gods, how I wanted

way that mattered. To hear her

but me.

the words stayed trapped in my throat, caged