Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

KASMINE.

Was it wrong to feel the way I did? Absolutely.

Did I care? I did, once. But now, gazing into the eyes of the man before me, I was gradually getting to the point where I didn't care anymore as his charms wove through me like a spider's thread, gently pulling me closer.

I couldn't help but fall for his tricks.

This was all a trick, wasn't it? It had to be. The Kester I knew would never do any of this for anyone. Not in a thousand years, no matter who they were. But me? Kester Hamilton, the man who barely acknowledged anyone's existence, had taken me shopping? And he even picked out some things he liked for me? And the weirdest part? He was happy doing it!

The Moon Goddess should have told us that this was the year the world would come to an end!

"Come on We still have the night ahead of us." He said to me, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic warmth. I couldn't help but wonder in utter curiosity what else he had planned out.

I'd never seen Kester this.... happy before. Even though his emotions were usually wrapped in layers of ice, tonight, there was something different in his eyes. A hint of warmth that seemed to soften the sharp edges of his persona. The Kester I knew would have rather gouged his eyes out than let anyone see him vulnerable.

But today, the way he smiled subtly while handing me his preferred choices at the mall warmed something in my stomach, and a part of me wanted to keep that genuine smile on him for as long as possible.

I felt a strange pride swelling in my chest, the kind I'd never felt before, knowing I was the reason behind that smile. He never showed it to anyone else.

Kester did a lot for me while we were still kids. I was an unhappy little girl when my father died, but when Mum married the Alpha, Kester became a big brother and also stepped into the role of something close to a father for me. He showered me with so much love that it was almost unnatural and divine.

He never let me cry or be sad for a second unless he wasn't home.

I returned the favor. If this - Whatever this is between us - Makes him happy, then I am ready to play along a little longer, at least until I find a mate and he finally

all just a fling... I kept reminding myself that I was in it to enjoy the thrill. But the

every woman has the opportunity to own a man like my brother... But here I was... Owning him in the most sinful way there is, even if it is for

with the bags I carried. Even though he'd told me to let the guards help, I was too excited to go in without holding some bags

shopping-no, it was from him. From the way his voice shifted to a softer tone like I mattered more than anything

have a better look at the things we'd bought. My mind was consumed by the way Kester was looking at me now as if he was seeing me for

as we stepped into the sitting room, the smell of food wafted into my nostrils, making my mouth water and my stomach

Selene... What was that?

sweetness of caramelized onions lingers in the air. It's the kind

for?" Kester called from over his shoulder when he noticed I had

I asked, my gaze darting to the kitchen to see if

from the kitchen to the staircase where she alighted from, and the hunger

I froze.

the room, even Kester's soft voice- everything blurred, and suddenly, the only

floor, the sound echoing louder in the silence that had settled around me.

too red, the kind of color that screamed for attention. The fabric shimmered

woman men wanted. Beautiful,

was staring at her. His eyes softened when they landed on her, and I

practically floated down the stairs, her eyes locking

owned him. And, of course, she did. She was the

voice in my head that wouldn't stop screaming, "Stop.

older than me, and I was

things for you, too," I said, my voice coming out too bright and too forced, attempting to sound unaffected as she wrapped her perfectly manicured bands around Kester's arm like it was her birthright to touch him. And,