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?"

whites of his eyes stood out against his sweat-slicked face, his pupils darting from me to the darkness behind ine as if

There wasn't

studied him, amused by the sheer, animalistic panic in his gaze. The kind of fear that stripped a man down to his rawest form and

my legs out in front of me, "You know, Alfred, I have a bit

to watch the

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Chapter 11

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

escaped his nose, and he shook his

guilt

the time I was done with him, he'd be obligated to feel even more because

I realized I wasn't the one doing the hunting." My smile widened. "No, no, Alfred. It was you who came to me. Because

plea tried to escape

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

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

eyes. Small but fiery, judging by the way she cursed out my men while sitting uncomfortably in a storage

entire body locked up. Eyes went

Ah. There it was.

push through the

bursts. His mate. He knew exactly who I was talking

the silence linger, watching the fear eat away at him.

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

didn't move. He just sat there, breath shuddering, shoulders trembling, as if weighing his options.

to undo the gag. It slipped from his mouth, wet with spit, and for a moment, he only gasped, pulling in air like a

croaked, voice hoarse and raw. "My mate-don't hurt her. I'll tell

you," I cut in.

thickly, throat

he rasped. "He sent me. Everything about me leaving Valor Lante? That was his plan. He knew you'd come after me. He

stayed silent, letting him dig

admitted, "To feed information back to him. Internal reports, upcoming projects, and weaknesses he could exploit. I swear, I didn't have a

think, I erhoed, my smile widening "That

across his forehead, a sheen the qdy spee, suking

was shallow now, his chest rising too fast and

to,