Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 102

KASMINE.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, I was standing outside the hospital, pacing around impatiently and looking at my watch. The next, a man was standing in front of me so suddenly, so quietly, hadn't even noticed his approach.

A chill slithered down my spine.

1 took a step back, instinct prickling at the base of my skull. He was tall and lean but built, his dark sleeves blending too well with the dimming afternoon light. And his eyes-hazel, cold, unreadable-fixed on me with a gaze that made my stomach clencli

Beneath the golden light of the sun, I caught the way his jaw tensed-strong, sculpted, like it had been carved from stone.

Something about him felt wrong. Not in an obvious, aggressive way. But in the quiet, insidious kind that made my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.

He had a dark aura that was both compelling and disturbing

Everything seemed a bit within my control until he spoke and called my name. Time seemed to stand still.

"Hello, Kasmine," He said, plastering a forced smile on his thin lips. A smile that barely reached his Hazel eyes.

How the hell did this fellow know my name?

A slow, unsettling smile curled his lips as if he enjoyed the momentary shock flashing across my face.

"Hi..." I replied, totally unsure as to how to feel. I moved to create a distance between us, but he stepped in front of me.

"Now, that's not how to treat a friend, Kasmine. Don't you think?" He chuckled, and my security consciousness spiked up by a thousand degrees.

"Who... Who are you, and how do you know me?" I asked, doing all I could to hide the tremor in my voice.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as if amused by my question. "Kexandre," he said casually. "But most people call me Alpha Kex."

The name rattled through my skull, making my heart pound so hard I felt it in my throat.

Alpha Kex?

The man who had been making Kester's life a living hell. The one who had been pulling strings behind the scenes, trying to tear my brother apart, piece by piece.

He looked way too young to constitute the kind of nuisance I've heard about him. He was probably in his late twenties, just like my brother.

What the hell?

What was he doing here?

I didn't like the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me in order to send a message across to my brother.

No one had even told me why he was hell-bent on ruining my brother's business. And I didn't think this was the right place and time to even ask him such a question.

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forced my stiff legs to move to create some distance. "Excuse me, Alpha Kex.

to leave, to put as much space between us as posse, but before I could

A pasp

yanked me toward the parking lot, his fingers digging

seemed to exert effort, yet there

I could see the way his muscles flexed beneath

off, but then he turned

from you, and

me at all. Anyone who saw us would think we

waiting for, leave her post. She

Shit.

scream, to call out to her, but Kex's grip tightened, his fingers

his breath ghosting

jaw, my heart hammering so hard. "Let me go," I bit out,

But he didn't budge.

Kasmine. Just be calm," He said, his voice

to keep up, my heart

break

should scream, fight, or

his voice. Too aware of how easily he could snap

the lot, tucked away from sight. The sunlight barely

he

force that stole the breath from my lungs. A sharp gasp tore from my lips as

the situation, he took a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets like he

he smiled a slow smile, his hazel eyes glinting with something that made my stomach churn. He was looking at me. Not just looking-assessing, drinking me in like

painfully aware

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wore jeans and a T-shirt

But still-still-he stared at me like I was

as he tilted his head.

I stiffened.

painfully slowly, like a prestator

brown hair, which was slightly tussled – not in a careless way, though. He was the kind that took his looks seriously. I could

seen your pictures," he continued, his voice laced with amusement. “I*******m, F******k, all the usual places. You photograph well, but

sickening chill crawled up my

my palms flat against the

I was trapped.

Kex?" I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady while trying

his eyes only darkened the more.

the air

What did he mean?

on a message to

Oh, no.

in close enough that I could feel the

of his

at his strength and power-strained against the buttons of his sleeves, was

just any kind of 'strong'; he was the kind of 'strong that came with absolute control, like he knew exactly how to