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

again. "I thought even someone with your level of intelligence would have picked up

There was a pause.

She said in a pathetic, sniffling voice. And..

I blinked.

Was she crying?

pushed

give

embarrass yourself. I was polite. That's all. You mistbok basic courtesy

about the calls, the texts, including the date... You seemed really nice

of my whiskey, savoring the burn as I leaned back. "I called you three times, texted you twice, and bought you

"But I..."

totally on you. Nothing can ever happen between us.

the phone, which I

is it?" I asked, standing up

"Who else, dumbass?"

need anyone to tell me who

taking lazy steps

before I could brace myself, Norlan was already striding in like he owned the

ever look anything less than a fucking

of him. He was 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 double-take, and a face that was

Norlan," I

you still reek of overpriced whiskey and

smirked. "Neither does your inability to dress like someone

glanced down at his black shirt-half unbuttoned-paired with dark pants and boots. He made

This is fashion, Kester. You wouldn't understand.

glass down on the

the same damn thing"

brood with

crossing the room in two strides before

tight embrace. I returned it, slapping his back once

he admitted,

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

he said, flopping onto the couch, "Figured I should check on my favorite psycho before he gets into any

bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring myself another

arched a brow.

sip, letting the burn settle before answering. "Depends. Ever heard

even if I haven't, as long

fact that I ran into June this morning? She looked like she'd just won the fucking