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.

Eate has decided. You have no choice here, love." He said, still gazing into my eyes intently, "It's not like you had a choice

to say all that to

growled, tightening his grip just slightly. "Chose to protect you in a way you didn't understand? Chose to do the right thing in order for me to finally

maddening. So sure, so steady. As if he truly believed

storm rising in my throat and slowly pried

"You need to go.

his head and gave a

first." He gestured to the

eating anything you bring me," I said,

hungry for whatever was contained

cracks spiderwebbing through my pride, Kester dipped his hand

arms crossed tightly over my

vicious the moment the scent of

hit like a

in clean parchment paper. The scent hit me first-rich, buttery, stnoky, with the faintest trail

growled

It was mortifying,

hadn't heard it. Pretending wasn't now eyeing the contents

woman eyeing

heard. Of course, he did. His smirk deepened as he set the first box

and reached into

out a second parcel, unwrapped it, and the aroma slapped me in

Meat pies.

had been trying to convince

No.

gravy, bits of roasted sweet onion, and crushed

My voice cracked

"Yeah," he said.

they were better than anything royalty could

I swallowed hard.

of me and reached into

out a sleek glass bottle wrapped

My heart stopped.

"You didn't," I whispered.

tilted it just enough for me to

murmured. "Brewed the way you like it-strong,

over with

down its sides, droplets clinging to the rim like dew on morning grass. My hand twitched to reach for

He knew. He

my throat. "You're leaving as soon

Just nodded once and stepped back

me," he said easily. "I just needed to make sure you'd

long pause. My hunger waged war with my dignity.

was practically dancing

"Eat,"

"she pi

"Our mate feeds us.

hated that I didn't have the strength to tell her to shut the

sat slowly and warily. My eyes

Then I pounced

pie like a possessed

crust crumbled between my fingers, buttery and

tender and drippine

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thick with spices

escaped me before I could stop

up. I couldn't bear to see the

spread across his face.

the rest like I hadn't eaten in days-which, technically, I hadn't. Not

bottle, unscrewed the cap, and

was soft and floral. And then the honey, rich and smooth. It slid down my throat

were reeling. The pain in my head dulled. The ache in

sweetness chase away the sour taste of anxiety