Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

KESTER.

I was almost behind schedule. I had to make a quick stop at eropita Hospital to make sure everything was fine. Just a quick 'hello' check on them. Nothing more.

I still didn't ask them what Kasmine was there for, but I was certain my presence there reignited a certain understanding that was established between us some years po

The basement of my office reeked of stale sweat and grime. The kind of smell that clung to the walls, seeped into the cracks of the concrete, and wrapped itself around the atmosphere like a living thing.

Behind me, three of my men followed.

In the center of the dimly lit room, tied to a chair, was a man. A pitiful mess of sweat-drenched clothing and trembling limbs. Ropes soaked in wolfsbane cut deep into his wrists and ankles, biting into flesh and leaving ugly, raw marks that hinted at the pain he was going through.

He let out a pathetic, broken whimper that barely made it past the gag stuffed in his mouth. His head lolled slightly, the blindfold over his eyes hiding the panic I knew was brewing beneath.

With a rough yank, one of my men stepped forward and pulled the blindfold free.

The second his gaze met mine, his entire body tensed. His breath hitched. His pupils shrank, then expanded in sheer, unfiltered fear.

I let out a slow, cruel smile.

"Alfred," I said, drawing his name out like a lullaby, sickly sweet and dangerous. "Alfred Anderson."

The moment he heard my voice, something inside him snapped. His breathing turned erratic, his chest heaving as he struggled against the bonds, making the wolfsbane burn deeper into his skin.

How poetic. Even his own desperation was a punishment,

His attempts at speech were nothing but muffled sounds behind the gag. Pathetic.

I sighed, tilting my head and feigning disappointment. "Now, now. No need to rush, Alfred. We have all the time in the world."

I grabbed a stool, dragging it with an intentional screech across the floor before positioning it directly in front of him

Then, I sat, legs spread, arms resting lazily on my knees - the picture of relaxation, while he sat there, unraveling in the worst way possible.

My wicked grin widened as I leaned in, my voice dipping into calmness, "Let's have a chat, shall we?"

his eyes stood out against his sweat-slicked face, his pupils darting from me to

There wasn't

in his gaze. The kind of fear that stripped a man

leaned back, stretching my legs out in front of

to watch the terror

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company pursued you and offered you a position with a salary far better than whatever scraps Kex was throwing your way." My voice dipped, "And you took it. Just like we expected. Just

his nose,

it guilt

suggest he feels both because, by the time I was done with him, he'd be

my fingers lightly against my knee, "when I realized I wasn't the one doing the hunting." My smile widened. "No, no,

garbled plea tried to escape past the

sighed slowly, "I'm a patient man, Alfred.

mused, "There's a little shop down by the east side. Old run-down thing. Barely gets customers." I paused, lifting my gaze and

with a woman. Red hair, big blue eyes. Small but fiery, judging by the way she cursed out

locked up. Eyes went

Ah. There it was.

strangled sound tried to push through the gag, his

His mate. He knew exactly who

let the silence linger, watching the fear eat

I leaned in just a fraction more. "Now, Alfred," I murmured, my voice eerily calm, "why don't you tell me the real reason you came

didn't move. He just sat there, breath shuddering, shoulders

of my men stepped forward, reaching down to undo the gag. It slipped from his mouth, wet with spit, and for a

raw. "My mate-don't hurt her. I'll tell

on you,"

thickly, throat

after me. He

letting him dig his own

I swear, I

my smile widening "That

a sheen the

now, his chest rising

to,