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.

reach her eyes.

proper authorization. It's

but it still irritated me. I leaned in slightly, lowering my

But this is important. It's

left my lips, I saw the shift. Her posture stiffened, her fingers pausing over

was talking about.

1/2

Chapter

years ago," I continued, watching her carefully. "I just need to

sessions."

as she swallowed. “..... I'm afraid I can't help

way she glanced briefly

clenched my jaw, my skin prickling

I asked, tilting

quickly dropped her gaze, reaching for a random folder on her desk and

you that patients' records are

my voice dropping to a dangerous

anyone. He's the Alpha of our pack. The people

when

Think, Kasmine.

I needed another approach.

out a neatly folded piece of paper I had

not asking for detailed medical records, just a confirmation of whether or not he completed his therapy." Melissa barely glanced at it. "That won't be enough," she

I expected that

here out of curiosity. 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,

hesitated It wasn't exactly what I meant, but I could tell

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

was legitimate. More than that, it implied that if the hospital refused to cooperate, they could be dragged

handling unrelated 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 delicate pack affairs, hadn't questioned it. He had prepared the request, stamped

Chapter 99

watched her closely, pressing just a little

like to watch someone unravel?" ked quietly. "To wonder

could have stopped it if you had the right

Her jaw tensed.

That did it.

setting the paper aside.