Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 99

Chapter 99

KASMINE

I stood before the Leropita Psychiatric Hospital for over five minutes, unable to make a decision whether I wanted to go in or not.

The building seemed too cold and clinical, with its pale grey walls and tall glass windows that reflected nothing. but the dull, overcast sky. It smelled like rain was coming, the wind carrying the sharp smell of damp pavement and antiseptic.

My fingers curled tightly around the strap of my handbag

Would they even let me access Kester's files?

Would I find what I was looking for?

My hands suddenly became clammy, and my heart picked up speed as I stared at the entrance of the hospital.

It was a bit too quiet, too.

Of course, not many people experience mental issues every single day. At least, so I thought.

Lexhaled, shoving the doubt aside.

I clutched my handbag closely, the strap sitting tightly on my shoulder as I entered the premises.

The lobby was cleaner than I expected, almost disturbingly pristine. The walls were white, the floors polished to a shine, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant and something medicinal and stale, like the lingering ghosts of old prescriptions.

A receptionist sat behind a high desk, her name tag identifying her as Melissa. She looked to be in her late thirties, her dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, her expression indifferent as she tapped away at her computer.

I approached, swallowing the dryness in my throat.

"Good morning," I greeted, my voice coming out smoother than I felt.

She barely spared me a glance. "How can I help you?"

I guess I wasn't so popular after all.

I hesitated for half a second, then forced the words out. "I'm here for some records. I need to confirm if someone completed their therapy sessions."

Melissa finally looked up, her brows pulling together. "Are you a relative?"

my shoulders.

tight-lipped smile that didn't quite reach

family members without proper authorization. It's

still irritated me. I leaned in slightly, lowering my

But this is important. It's about my brother,

moment his name left my lips, I saw the shift. Her posture stiffened, her fingers

talking about.

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admitted here years ago," I continued, watching her

sessions."

bobbed as she swallowed. “..... I'm

briefly toward the security cameras as if someone

my jaw, my

I asked, tilting

reaching for a random folder

already told you that

voice dropping to a dangerous quiet, "that

not just anyone. He's the Alpha of our pack. The people in

bubbled beneath when

Think, Kasmine.

I needed another approach.

folded piece of paper

a confirmation of whether or not he completed

I expected that

My brother's mental health is a matter of serious concern. There have been... incidents. And if he didn't complete his therapy, it could explain a lot." She didn't react immediately, but I saw a small crack in the wall of indifference. "You're saying he's a

meant, but I could tell that was the

words carefully, "that if something happens because this hospital refuses to confirm

picked up the paper. This time, she actually read it. The seal from the family lawyer was legitimate. More than that, it implied that if the hospital refused to cooperate, they could be dragged into legal

matters for the pack-something I was well within my right to do. While there, I had casually inquired about past legal documents concerning Kester, mentioning that I was working on updating our family's private records. The lawyer, accustomed to dealing with

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her closely, pressing just

you know what it's like to watch someone unravel?" ked

it if you

Her jaw tensed.

That did it.

the paper aside. "Wait