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?

wrapped my fingers around her wrists and peeled her hands from my

down, June. I have something to tell you." I nodded toward the seat opposite me, and she obeyed without hesitation, like a well-trained pet. She crossed her legs slowly, flashing skin she

1. me.

she wear red lipstick so religiously? Did she think it made her look

the hell is she always in those little dresses that barely covered anything? She thought it turned me on?

asked, concern

Good

once I said what I needed to say,

be a variable. She'd

was tired

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

Good

I lifted my whiskey once more and

"I'm calling it off."

maybe her ears were broken. Like maybe I

"This whole wedding," I

a soft clink. "The

there like a statue carved in warpaint and arrogance, eyes

too calm, she said, "You won't

humor. No warmth. Just ice sliding

with the press in

be announcing the

followed me. And

the fuck is

where she had dumped her bag like she'd just won a game

her hand inside.

I watched quietly.