Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 98

hapter 98

KESTER.

"Leave us," I said to Lance, James, and Dylan.

They hesitated for a fraction of a second-perhaps debating whether it was wise to leave me alone with her. But one deathly look from me sent them moving. The door clicked shut behind them.

I leaned back, studying her as she moved with that aura about her-the kind that suggested she belonged anywhere she pleased.

She sat down.

Bold of her.

I hadn't even offered her a seat.

"It's been a while," she mused, tilting her head just slightly, her gaze raking over me. "You've grown into a fine young man, Kester."

Her voice was smooth, like fine silk wrapped around a blade.

Her short, blonde hair still looked as silky as I remembered, only, this time, it was more well taken care of. Because the last time I had that hair wrapped in my hands, it took a good number of able-bodied men to tear her away from my grip. I left it in a mess.

"Good thing you've had your hair fixed, Karina," I murmured, my tone as empty as my patience, "I see your hair isn't the only thing you've fixed. Your audacity is back in perfect condition as well."

"There isn't a single thing money can not fix, little brother She replied smoothly. Little brother.

The words grated like rusted steel against my ears,

I wasn't little.

I wasn't her brother.

She was my father's bastard. A stain on our family. Born two years before me to the whore who had poisoned my parents' marriage beyond repair.

fiber of my being. She was as

the last time we met," I emphasized the last word, relishing the look

ago, the kind that coiled around a room,

wasn't

she said in a deceptively light tone, as

slow smirk to curl my lips. "Oh, I'm surprised, Karina,” I said, watching

buttons of her blazer. “I was under the impression that corpses didn't just stroll

but she didn't let the

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before... Funny," she urmured, "Seventeen years old, shaking with rage, your hands wrapped around my throat, the other around my hair-what was it

My jaw clenched.

remembered what I'd said to her like it

that needed to be scrubbed out. And that I would do what my father hadn't had the balls to do-erase

And I had tried.

pulled me off of her before I could finish what arted. And

Until now.

my voice low and smooth. "But then again, I suppose you would. Dying tends to be

let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "Kester, Kester, Kester," she tsked, leaning forward. "Still the same cruel

Fuck

demons and wanting me to

was the one who always, always pushed me.

me up in

I'd kill her even before she had the chance to

you're still the same manipulative

the room like she was claiming it with just her presence. "I barely made it out that night. I had to crawl my way out of this godforsaken pack with my throat still

I said nothing.

leaned back, crossing her legs, "But look at me now," she continued, dragging her fingers along the armrest of the chair. “Alive. Thriving. And back

watched her make a

the process, Kester. The pack

an Alpha who actually cares about