Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

KESTER

I didn't waste a single second. The moment Jorja spun on her heel, I was right behind her.

She was fuming, and that said a lot.

Jorja valued image above breath itself. Her obsession with appearances had governed every move she'd ever made. She hated anything that would ruin her image or that of her family.

So, if she looked like she wanted to throw someone through a window, I knew the situation was beautiful.

No wonder Kasmine was really scared about our secret. With a mother like this? Shame was a goddamn religion. "Good morning, Alpha," The five men greeted in unison.

I peeped outside and caught sight of two matte-black vans and a Hilux parked on the driveway.

A few more men flanked the vehicles, securing the perimeter. And, of course, a curious audience who wouldn't miss the spectacle for anything in the world had begun to form.

The icing on the cake? The news reporters were here to cover the spectacle. I'm certain her mate, Alpha Wes, would have a wonderful time watching his beloved mate and accomplice being escorted to the rehab center in grand style.

Oh, the triumph!

"Good day, gentlemen," I replied after accessing them, "Lance?" I turned to the leader of the group, one of my loyal acquaintances. The kind of man who did things by the book but knew when to let me rewrite the book entirely.

He inclined his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge what others wouldn't see-the understanding between

I didn't need to ask why they were here.

Karina's world was about to implode, and I was the one holding the detonator.

"Where is Karina?" I turned and asked my father, who looked like half his empire was about to crumble.

Aha. I recognize that look. He had it on some eleven years ago when men in these same uniforms stormed into our home like a damn hurricane and dragged me out in front of everyone.

a little vague and less damming. Simple sin of

emotions.

hers? Hers

quietly parading her disgrace like a badge

settled in, Karina strolled into the room casually, as if she

She asked randomly. Her voice was light,

why the milk's out of date, not why five

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Perfect.

you, Karina. Maybe you should tell us why they are here," Jorja spat,

blinked once. Twice. Her lashes fluttered like her brain was buffering the

laugh tacked to the end as she turned her

Lance st

coat pocket, and pulled out a worn leather badge holder, flipping, it open. "Karina,” he said, “By official authorization, we're here to carry out a mandatory substance abuse test-on account of multiple reports and substantial evidence of narcotic use. We're going to need your

Dead silence.

curled into a

A scoff.

The fucking audacity.

arms folding across her chest like she was

he pulled out a slim black tablet and tapped the screen a few times. Then he turned it around, holding it up for

Boom!

There it was.

Photo One.

out. Her dress hiked up to her waist, thighs smeared with god-knows-what. Her purse spilled open beside her, and right there in the mess-crystal clear-was a

she'd been punched in the

I saw

clench his jaw so tight his molars might've

But Karina?

register that

Photo Two.