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.

is between us - Makes him happy, then I am ready to play along a

that I was in it to enjoy the thrill. But the more I tried

opportunity to own a man like my brother... But here I was... Owning him in the most sinful way there is,

I nearly lost my balance with the bags I carried. Even though he'd told me

was from him. From the way his voice shifted to a softer tone like I mattered more

was happy to have a better look at the things we'd bought. My mind was consumed by the way Kester was looking

wafted into my nostrils, making my mouth water and my stomach tighten with

Selene... What was that?

garlic and herbs, while the subtle sweetness of caramelized onions lingers in the air. It's the kind of aroma that seeps into your bones, making your stomach

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

darting to the kitchen to see if I'd get a glimpse of Mum standing there, but there

June shrieked as she descended the stairs, catching my attention. My gaze snapped from the kitchen to the staircase where she alighted from,

I froze.

the food, the warmth of the room, even Kester's soft voice-

the polished floor, the sound echoing louder in the silence that had settled around me. My eyes instinctively followed

A deep crimson—almost too red, the kind of color that screamed for attention. The fabric shimmered under the soft light, and the plunging neckline was just dating

kind of woman men wanted. Beautiful,

at her. His eyes softened when they landed on her, and I felt a sickening knot twist in my

down the stairs, her eyes locking on Kester's with a look

Kester like she owned him. And, of course, she did. She was the one he was getting married to. She had

voice in my head that wouldn't stop screaming, "Stop. Don't think like this. You have

with her. She was older than me, and I was Kester's little sister! I reminded myself that what Kester and I were doing was nothing more than

I got some things for you, too," I said, my voice coming out too bright and too forced, attempting to sound unaffected as