Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

KASMINE

The doorknob turned.

My heart sank. My breath froze in my chest like ice splintering through my lungs.

I whipped my head around, scanning the room. It was small, pathetic, and cramped. One window nailed shut. No back door. No closet to hide in. And, stupidly, stupidly, I hadn't even locked the damn door when Jake left.

It creaked open slowly, like the beginning of a horror movie where the girl never survives. Except this wasn't fiction. This was my life. My reality. My punishment

And there stood.

Kester my so-called mate.

Tall, Lethal. Beautiful in that cruel, haunting way only the devil himself could be.

The scent hit me harder. It was strong, smoky, and spicy. Masculine, wild, and so mine.

My body betrayed me on the spot,

My traitorous wolf, Zera, whimpered inside me, "Mate. Mate."

No. Not now. Not this time.

But Kester saw it all - the flicker in my eyes, the way my knees trembled, and the flush that crept up my neck. He smiled. That goddamn arrogant smirk he always had on when he knew I'd been cornered.

He stood calmly for a second or two, hands by his sides.

"Good to see you again, mate," he said with a grin as he stepped into the small room, closing the door behind him,

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me, Kester?" I demanded, trying to summon steel into my voice, but it came out soft, tired, and too vulnerable.

The pull of the bond was almost too overwhelming for me. I felt like jumping on him, wrapping my legs around him, and Inhaling his scent like a greedy child.

God, his scent was overly intoxicating.

His eyes drank me in. "You are now mine, baby. You can't run away from me, you know that, right?” He stepped closer, “Besides, you don't think I'd keep my eyes off you when you have my child growing inside you."

My eyes kept betraying me as they kept drifting to the shopping bag he had in his hand. I swallowed hard, wondering what was in the bag that smelt so good. My stomach clenched. I hated how hungry I suddenly felt. He noticed

"You haven't been eating right," he said as he placed the bag on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can smell it on you-weakness. Exhaustion. You're not taking care of our baby."

"Get out, Kester. I don't want to see you," I pointed toward the door, even though we both knew it was a useless gesture. My voice cracked inld-command, and that was all the weakness he needed

He moved, and in a few steps, he was inches from me. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his hodi like a fire I desperately wanted to touch and run from at the same time.

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"Come here, baby," he pulled me by my wrist in one hard yank. I stumbled and almost fell, but I was quick enough to place my hands on his shoulders before I crashed into him.

I hated the way I melted just by touching him. Hated the way my body remembered his. Hated that I still wanted to curl into him and breathe him in like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

"Let go o

of me," I whispered, even though my hands stayed where they were.

His gaze dropped to my lips and then back to my eyes.

"You're not going anywhere, Kasmine," he said tenderly. "Not now. Not ever."

My pulse thundered in my ears while Zera howled in my chest.

"He's ours. Take him. Touch him. Just once. Please."

I pushed her back with everything I had.

"You don't own me, Kester." I spat, but he only chuckled.

Including the breath you take. Eate has decided. You have no choice here, love." He said,

all that to

way you didn't understand? Chose to do the

sure, so steady. As if he truly believed he was doing

in my throat and slowly

"You need to go.

gave a smile that

something first." He gestured

eating anything you bring me," I said, but even a child would see that

sincerely hungry for whatever was contained in that

Kester dipped his hand into the bag

arms crossed tightly over my

the moment the scent of

it hit like

out a small, rectangular box wrapped in clean parchment paper. The scent hit me first-rich, buttery, stnoky, with the

growled

It was mortifying,

turned my head, pretending I hadn't heard it. Pretending wasn't now eyeing

woman eyeing her last

smirk deepened as he set the

and reached into the

second parcel, unwrapped it, and the aroma

Meat pies.

had been trying to convince

No.

and golden brown, stuffed with tender venison slow- cooked in a peppered gravy, bits of roasted sweet onion, and crushed

My voice cracked like thin

smiled, "Yeah," he said. "From Elowen's. You always used

they were better than anything royalty

I swallowed hard.

carefully placed the pie in front of me and reached into the

sleek glass bottle wrapped in chilled

My heart stopped.

"You didn't," I whispered.

me to see the label, and I

"Brewed the way

over

to the rim like dew on morning grass.

He knew. He

around the lump in my throat. "You're leaving as soon as

argue. Just nodded once and stepped back from

me," he said easily. "I just needed to

long pause. My hunger waged war with my dignity. My

was practically dancing inside me,

"Eat,"

"she pi

mate feeds us. He

strength to tell her to shut the

warily. My eyes never left

Then I pounced

pie like a possessed woman. The first

fingers, buttery and warm, while

and drippine

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thick with spices

escaped me before I could

look up. I couldn't bear to see the satisfaction that would undoubtedly

spread across his face.

I hadn't eaten in days-which, technically, I

the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took

and floral. And then the honey, rich and smooth. It slid down my throat and cooled my insides like

my head dulled.

the last of the tea, letting the cold sweetness chase