Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 49

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KASMINE

The night had turned against me.

The moment my eyes met Kester's through that window, everything inside me turned to ice.

His dead, hollow eyes bare into me, stripping me bare. His expression had been deathly still, like a ghost. Like a nightmare made real.

Then, in the next breath, he was gone.

I had stopped immediately, my heart slamming against my ribs, my body cold despite the heat of Jake's hands tangling in my hair, guiding me forward, completely unaware of what I had just seen.

And the fact that I didn't even know if it was just my imagination or if it was even real added to my panic.

I didn't give Jake the expected release he might have looked forward to. I had taken him high up to the sky and let him fall to the ground just like that. But, typical Jake... He was not even offended. Not even a flicker of frustration crossed his face when I pulled away, when I all but collapsed back onto the bed, shaking when I gave him something I'd consider half a release. Instead, he was grateful I even offered to help him.

I dreaded returning home.

If that was Kester I had seen there, then it was better I killed myself than let him kill me himself because he'd

tely kill me. I made Jake lock all the doors in his house and made him promise me he wouldn't answer the door If anyone came knocking.

I hadn't gone out with any of the cars at home. I went in a taxi. The same way I returned. I made the taxi drop me off a few blocks away while I walked down to the house. I didn't want to attract attention from Kester if he wasn't the one at Jake's place after all.

The closer I got to the house, the more the dread curled around my ribs, squeezing. My palms were slick, my throat dry.

I knocked gently on the gate, and the guard opened it without asking questions. The atmosphere inside the house was too still.

I closed the front door behind me as quietly as I could, barely daring to breathe. My heart hammered so violently that I swore it would give me away.

Please, let him be asleep.

The whole place was dark, save for the dimly lit sleeping lights that were on. I slowly stepped toward the stairs, resisting the urge to bolt up them two at a time. My legs felt weak-like they might give out at any moment-but I forced myself forward.

By the time I reached the top, my chest was so tight I could barely pull in the air.

Kester's door stood just a few feet away.

1 hesitated

My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I leaned in, pressing my ear against the wood.

Nothing.

No sound. No movement.

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The silence should have comforted me, but instead, it sent fresh wave of unease through me.

'He's asleep,' I told myself. Or maybe... maybe he wasn't even at Jake's place to begin with. Perhaps I really did imagine it.

I straightened, swallowing against the tightness in my throat. 'Just get to your room. Lock the door. Don't think Just sleep.' I kept chanting to myself.

The hallway was empty, but it felt as if eyes were crawling over me.

I walked on numb legs to my bedroom dont, my fingers shaking as I turned the knob and slipped inside.

The darkness swallowed me.

1 exhaled quietly, pressing my back against the door for just a second before turning to lock it. My skin prickled, my instincts screaming at me that something was off, but Ignored it.

I needed to breathe. I needed to calm down.

But the moment I turned around-

The lights flickered on.

And I almost died.

A sharp, startled gasp ripped from my throat as I stumbled back against the door,

my entire body locking up in pure, paralyzing terror.

Because there, sitting in the chair by my window, was the one person I had prayed not to see tonight.

Kester.

My stomach plummeted.

He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

He didn't move. He didn't blink. His intense eyes were fixed on me, unreadable, gleaming under the glow of the bedside light he just switched on.

My breath came in quick, shallow bursts. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think.

to run, but my body

“།

whispered

deathly chill down

me like I was something fragile. Like something he was deciding what

home, Kasmine."

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KESTER.

lost my mind completely. The first moment I

my feet wouldn't move. couldn't. I was paralyzed by the sight of her-her mouth, so fucking cager, swallowing him whole like it was

closed, totally lost in it. And I just stood there, watching Helpless. So fucking

against my ribs, but it wasn't anger that hit

gut-wrenching pain, something that ripped through me, shattering whatever fudding

my skin,

break something. Anything But most of all, I wanted to break her-to make her see that she couldn't do this. Not with

I didn't want to hurt her....

in all the calmness I could muster before standing up, "Hmm?" I took slow strides toward her, making sure she felt every ounce

hit the wall behind her. If she thought for one second that I was going to hit her

She was shaking.

slight tremble in her hands. Her pupils were blown wide, panic spreading like cracks through the ice, but she didn't move. Couldn't

Good

She was scared.

I liked that

I wanted her to be. Fuck, yes. Because it meant something. Because it meant she understood-finally fucking understood that what she had done

never going

inside me to settle. The fury, the jealousy,

seeing her with him it had dragged me so deep into the

I wasn't sure I could crawl back

1 lifted my hand.

flinched, and it stopped

never hurt her

her body thought

mind flooded with guilt, thought I

brushed my fingers against her cheek. Soft.

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She was burning up

of fear and guilt. I could

so fucking hot it felt like

she could

voice.

letting

quieter, so she had no

Freshen up.

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

her anymore, but she was frozen. I leaned even

her ear, when you're done..." I murmured, "Lay

think about closing that

KASMINE.

issued the instructions and walked

What was he planning?

ran into the bathroom, calling Jake for the tenth time after

hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip the phone. My

dying Had Kester harmed him already? I hope not. Otherwise, I won't

dialing one more time, pressing the phone so tight against

pulse thrumming

from my hands. I panicked, picking

His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind

toward the bathroom as if he knew

think that Kester was watching me through some magic means or something... He always seemed to know what I was doing or where I

for somewhere-anywhere-to hide the phone. Under the sink? No,

footsteps were

Shit

only had one

1 yanked at the knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate

the door just in

The door burst open.

I was

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Naked.

split second,

gaze dragged down

muscle ticked in his

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

shock of it