Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 137

"Miss Kasmine?" She called.

I blinked. "Y-yes?"

"This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?" She asked.

1 sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn't trust the air around me anymore.

I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester.

I'd even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn't cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself,

I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I'd been

but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma

guess curiosity

in doubt. "remembered what

ever saw or heard anything about Alpha Kester's past therapy, I should

knew exactly where this was going and didn't

I breathed.

was quiet again for a

the mall.