Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

KESTER.

"What's going on, Kes?" June's heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked toward the mini bar, her reflection glinting off the glass cabinetry as she poured herself into the room like she had truly become a part of the home.

I didn't even turn to face her. I didn't look up. My fingers curled around the crystal glass of whiskey, my eyes fixed on the ice slowly melting inside it with lethal quietness.

I was thinking of when would be the best time to go and get any mate and take her back home. When would the best time be to shatter the illusion of freedom she thought she had? This afternoon? Or tonight?

June was just one final piece on the board. One final checkmark before I cleaned the house.

Karina - check

Wescor and Belinzo-check.

Kex and the fake Elvris - double-check.

Ongoing deal with the real Elvris - check.

Alpha Mellors' irrevocable contract - check.

June about to be checkmated.

"I just saw the news about Karina. This is... Who would have ever thought?" She dropped her overpriced bag on the couch like it was beneath her and sauntered over to me, snatching the whiskey from my hand without so much as a blink. She sipped from it, her gloss-stained lips brushing the rim where mine had just been.

I said nothing

"Honey? Are you alright?" she asked, crouching slightly, palms cupping my face. Her tone softened, all sugary sweetness and concern. "I know you must be a little shaken from everything that's happened with Karina. But look on the bright side..." Her smile curved up. "You have no other contender for the Alpha position."

As if I didn't know that? As if it wasn't obvious that I had no contender for my position anymore?

my fingers around her wrists and peeled her hands

opposite me, and she obeyed without hesitation, like a well-trained

1. me.

lipstick so religiously? Did she think it made her look powerful?

always in those little dresses that barely covered anything? She thought it

is it, baby?" She asked, concern written all over

Good

be concerned. Because once I said what I needed to say, she

variable. She'd be a

was tired of

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just to watch the way her fingers fidgeted against the hem of her dress. That little smile she wore? It was

Good

armchair sighing beneath me as I lifted my whiskey once more and

"I'm calling it off."

Like maybe her

"This whole wedding," I

"The charade. The staged affection.

sat there like a statue carved in warpaint and arrogance,

she said, "You won't dare call

held no humor. No warmth. Just ice sliding down a

in an hour," I said, standing slowly.

be

followed me. And

fuck

like she'd just won a game I hadn't realized

her hand inside. Pulled

I watched quietly.