Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 113

KESTER

froze

The sound of that name alone was enough to curdle my blood.

Thad foolishly hoped that Kasmine wouldn't hear about Karna. But, come on, this was an entire pack. A small world with too many months. Of course, she'd find out eventually.

Kasmine isn't a child anymore.

Texhaled slowly, forcing my muscles to relax as I turned to face her. The anger I had been directing at her and Jaden shifted, curdling into something more volatile.

I hadn't seen her since the day I walked her out of my office nor had I heard anything from her since then, but I wasn't stupid enough to believe that meant she had given up.

No. She was planning something. That manipulative, poisonous bitch was always planning something And I needed to be ready.

"She is my half-sister," I replied without mincing words,

Kasmine blinked rapidly, trying to wrap her head around what I had just said, "What? I don't understand. What do you mean she is your half-sister?"

"She's my father's illegitimate child. One of my father's numerous mistakes." I said, doing little to hide the disgust in my tone as I strode to the armrest of the chair and picked up my shirt.

"I... I don't understand, Kes. Dad had...""

"Yes, baby. He had another woman aside from his mate. She was born about a year before me," I put on my shirt, Ever wondered why my parents didn't stay together?"

I walked over to her and caressed her cheek, "Don't worry. Harina isn't a threat, okay? I'll make sure she doesn't come anywhere near you." I kissed her lips before turning to the door. "Get some rest. No one would bother you for the rest of the day."

I swallowed down the drowning need to ask her why she was at Leropita Hospital.

I swear to fuck, I was tempted, but I had to stop myself. I wasn't ready to know why she was there.

For what felt like the thousandth time, I declined the call.

Again

And again.

Fuck! Can't she take a goddamn hint?

The phone buzzed once more, vibrating like an annoying fly that refused to die. My patience, already razor-thin, snapped. I snatched it up and answered, my voice laced with venont

"Tell me how you'd like to die, Claire, because you're certainly begging for death." I spat into the phone, my voice rising a notch. "Because that's the only reason I can think of for this level of stupidity."

There was a sharp inhale on the other end.

Chapter 113

Kester.." She called cautiously, "What's going on? You've been ignoring my calls

slowly, regaining my control again. "I thought even someone with your level of intelligence

There was a pause.

thought we had something... I mean..." She said in a pathetic, sniffling voice.

I blinked.

Was she crying?

scoff pushed past

give her

mistbok basic courtesy for something it wasn't, and

You seemed really nice to

sip of my whiskey, savoring the burn as I leaned back. "I called you three

"But I..."

gestures, it's totally on you. Nothing can ever happen between us. Purge your mind

door made me shift my focus from the phone, which I was about to smash into the

I asked, standing up from my

"Who else, dumbass?"

anyone to tell me who

replied, taking

and before I could brace myself, Norlan was

anything less than a fucking menace?" He grinned,

a few inches shorter than me, but he carried himself with an arrogance that made up for it. Brown hair, always slightly tousled like he didn't give a damn, with that effortless kind of handsomeness that had always made women

I

"And you still reek of overpriced whiskey and questionable decisions. Some

inability to dress

unbuttoned-paired with dark pants and boots. He made a

imaginary dist. "This? This is fashion, Kester. You wouldn't understand. Too busy brooding in

glass down on the table. "Youy that like you don't

the same damn thing"

with

out a laugh, crossing the room

I returned it, slapping his

you," he admitted,

stepping back and studying him. "What brings you to the

got back last night," he said, flopping onto the couch, "Figured I should check on my favorite psycho before he gets into

table and pouring myself another drink.

arched a brow. "Should I be

slow sip, letting the burn settle before

smoothed back. "Can say I have. And even if I haven't,

won the fucking