Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 123

1 headed downstairs to join the others who were already chatting away at the dining

The table reeked of discomfort.

My maternal uncle, Greg, was there-of course. Along with my father's cousins, Ralph and Vincent. The kind of men who wore expensive suits to hide the mediocrity clinging to their bones.

Everyone I despised seated neatly around the table like soje perfectly plated disease.

Especially Uncle Greg

The man reminded me so much of my mother. Same passive-aggressive smirks. Same polished speech. Same Hazel eyes. The woman I hated. The woman I still, fucking Dragically, loved. A contradiction I hadn't learned how to overcome yet.

And what the fuck was Karina doing here?

Family dinner? She wasn't family. She was an asterisk in this gathering.

She wasn't family for fuck's sake!

Jorja, bless her diplomatic little heart, had that signature 'ignore-it-all-and-smile' expression smeared across her face like it was waterproof. She was clearly committed to enjoying her evening, even if the house was on fire- and Karina was holding the match.

This was my father's doing. Of course, it was. He had a knack for opening our doors wide enough for snakes to slither in

A few hours ago, I had replaced Karina's new favorite wine. The one I kept for her two days ago was empty. She surely loved it.

I know she must have attempted to look for the exact wine to buy for herself, but fuck me if I wasn't smart enough to make sure the wine had no label.

She seemed happy. Overly, unnaturally happy. The kind of happy that switches on and off like a faulty light bulb. Dim one moment, practically glowing the next - She looked pale sometimes, and other times, she looked all energetic and pumped up.

I couldn't wait for the puzzle I was carefully building beneath her feet to finally fall in place.

My phone beeped beside me again, and I picked it up. It was a worthy distraction from this uninteresting dinner I was being forced to have with people I could call strangers.

It was from Alfred

Alfred: Alpha, it is done. Kex fell for the bait. They are set to sign the legal contracts in five days.

My lips curled around a smirk as I picked up my glass of whiskey, raising it slightly in a silent toast to a bloodless war. Another win.

Me: How much are we looking at?

Alfred: Our guys made him strike a mouthwatering deal of a hundred and fifty million.

I scoffed, taking another sip of my whiskey in silent celebration.

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A hundred and fifty million. For phantom technology-a fake Elvis prototype drawn up in just enough detail to look irresistible.

Kex was about to cut open his chest and pour his last dollar Into a grave I dug with a handshake. He was about to bleed out, and he wouldn't even realize he'd been cut. Not until he was already too far gone to crawl back

Me: Good. Keep everything smooth until the deal is closed. I don't want a ripple before the storm.

Alfred: Yes, Alpha. No trace. No trail.

wasn't just about

was about power

piece by piece would be

a deep

on

wins in a night wasn't bad. Not bad

would've crowned it

time tonight. Maybe sixtieth. And it was still

well over twenty

My jaw clenched.

Fuck.

meal yet, Jorja called

sounded distant, like a bell

out here?" I asked her,

her fork hovering mid-air. "Oh... she's feeling a bit under the weather. Said she might not join

churn twisted in

Sick?

Fuck

of man doesn't notice when his woman is sick? Although we hadn't spent much time together since we arrived at the pack. But that wasn't

like that I didn't know. I didn't like that she hadn't said anything. We were growing distant, and it

almost as though the packhouse was cursed. It wasn't letting our

keeps strangling what little love we

off in my home.

return home with her after her transition ceremony, which

on the day

go check on her," I

Jorja blinked, surprised. "But-"

I was already rising.

Fuck the meal.

was all

second before she did-jasmine, subtle but intrusive.

already.

my arm. Clingy. Possessive.

1 stiffened.

her desperate little ass

Because she appeared.

Kasmine.

Descending the stairs.

And fuck me-1 froze.

noise, my pulse. Even June's grip on me faded into

the kind that wrapped around her beautiful thighs and clung just

face like nature had shaped them with intention.

Fuck.

locked

it fell to June's hand

was heartbreakingly blank,

any scream ever could

her shoulders

she had

didn't pause on