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

to say all that

he growled, tightening his grip just slightly. "Chose to protect you in a way you didn't understand? Chose to do

voice. So calm it was maddening. So sure, so steady. As if he truly believed he

storm rising in my throat and slowly pried my wrist

"You need to go.

and gave a smile that didn't reach

first." He gestured

said,

hungry for whatever was contained

spiderwebbing through my pride, Kester dipped his hand into the bag with

watched him, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying

vicious the moment the scent of

it hit like a

The scent hit me first-rich, buttery, stnoky, with the

growled -

It was mortifying,

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

eyeing her last

heard. Of course, he did. His smirk

reached into the bag

it, and the aroma slapped me

Meat pies.

floury ones Jake had been trying to convince

No.

with tender venison slow- cooked in a peppered gravy, bits of

voice cracked like thin

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

better than anything royalty could

I swallowed hard.

in front of me

out a sleek glass

My heart stopped.

"You didn't," I whispered.

for me to see the label, and I nearly

"Brewed the

sweet. Frosted over with crushed

rim like dew on morning grass. My

He knew.

in my throat. "You're leaving as soon as

argue. Just nodded once and stepped back from the

he said easily. "I

a long pause. My hunger waged war with

dancing inside me, clawing at my

"Eat,"

"she pi

feeds us. He

didn't have the strength to tell her to shut the

slowly and warily.

Then I pounced

pie like a possessed

buttery and warm, while

and

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tongue, thick with

escaped me before

look up. I couldn't bear to see the

spread across his face.

technically, I hadn't.

the cap, and took a long,

was soft and floral. And then the honey, rich and smooth.

The pain in my head dulled. The

letting the cold sweetness chase