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.

my mate today had been a concern for a few days

any..." My words were cut

She was already at my

did the whole world hear the thud my heart made? It sounded

trembling? I couldn't tell. But my knees wobbled with the reality of

off

so nervous that if you looked closely, you

slipped

turn back

Because if I did-

I saw the way

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not walk

against my neck as

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

and right now, it

barefoot across the grass to the center of the circle in my ceremonial gown that seemed more like a

at the raised alter where I now stood, dressed in the same long robes they always had on when

the crowd, "we honor Selene's design. Her timing.

Selene.

we all feared and loved and worshipped-even when she tore people

turning twenty-one. There

hands were ice. Every

would snap if anyone said

parents kept throwing reassuring smiles at

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