Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 138

Chapter 140

KASMINE.

"Hey babe," A voice sounded behind me as a warm hand wrapped around my waist from behind.

I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Jake! You scared me!" I sighed, placing my hand against my chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "Why would you be scared in a hall full of people?" he teased, cocking his head with that soft smirk he always wore when he was trying to make me forget how broken things really were. "No one can hurt you here. Relax."

I tried. I really did.

He looked cute tonight, in that signature Jake style-white trousers, snug black T- shirt... Casual. Clean Boy-next

door handsome. The kind of look that once made me feel butterflies just from catching his scent.

Now? The butterflies were barely breathing. Limp-winged Exhausted.

I forced a smile. Forced the ache in my gut to turn into warmth, to find something-anything-in me that still fluttered for him.

"Cheer up, babe," he said gently, his thumb brushing the side of my arm. "You look gorgeous tonight."

His voice dipped, "I wish I could kiss you right now." There was something raw in the way he said it-like he knew time was a thief waiting to snatch me from him.

He sounded nervous... Anxious. And I knew why. Tonight was the night the Moon could decide that I belonged to someone else.

He hated this part of our world.

So did I.

had been a concern for a few days now. But I kept assuring him and

this before. Don't worry about it. It won't change any..." My words were cut midway by my mother, who hurried

It is time." She was already at my side,

the whole world hear the thud my

my knees wobbled with

off to the

that if you looked closely,

hand slipped from

turn back to look at

Because if I did-

way he was looking

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might not

my neck

your skin and sat there, reminding you that this moment wasn't yours anymore that your body, your future, your soul-belonged

crowd had gathered. Hundreds of wolves, all watching and right now, it

the circle in my

alter where I now stood, dressed in the same long robes they always

in a deep, smooth voice echoing across the crowd, "we honor Selene's design. Her timing. Her matchings. Her divine will." Elder

Selene.

worshipped-even when she

with the other she-wolves turning twenty-one. There

knots. My hands were ice. Every inch of

a string that would snap if anyone said my name

throwing reassuring smiles at me, but

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