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 for days

thought even someone with your level of intelligence would have picked up on

There was a pause.

something... I mean..." She said

I blinked.

Was she crying?

pushed past my

actually give

all. You mistbok basic courtesy for something it wasn't, and that's your problem,

texts, including the date... You seemed really nice to me

savoring the burn as I leaned back. "I called you three times, texted

"But I..."

us. Purge your mind off it," I dropped the call before

shift my focus from the phone, which I

it?" I asked, standing up from my

"Who else, dumbass?"

to tell me who

replied, taking lazy steps toward the

brace myself, Norlan was

a fucking menace?" He grinned,

in the familiar sight 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

Still ugly as ever, Norlan," I muttered with a hand

overpriced whiskey and questionable

smirked. "Neither does your inability to dress like someone with an ounce

down at his black shirt-half unbuttoned-paired with dark pants

is fashion, Kester. You

down on the

the same damn thing"

with style. There's

out a laugh, crossing the room

it, slapping his back

admitted, his tone dropping

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

back last night," he said, flopping onto the couch, "Figured I should check on my favorite

the bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring myself another drink. "You're late. I am already handling the trouble part without

arched a brow. "Should

the burn settle before answering. "Depends. Ever heard the name

say I have. And even if I haven't, as long as

I ran into June this morning? She looked like she'd just won the fucking lottery." He tilted his head, eyes