Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 190

"Alright, I said finally, rising to my feet. "But we're talking later. In your room. Don't think I'm letting this slide."

She nodded, but her eyes flickered briefly toward my father before she looked down again.

My irritation spiked.

I turned toward the staircase, deciding that I'd get to the bottom of this later, but before I could take a single step-

"Have you scheduled a meeting with June's father yet?"

was the

His voice was smooth and indifferent, but the way he said it-like it only thing that mattered at this point-sent a slow wave of ice down my spine.

I scoffed, turning back to face him, my lips curling into something between amusement and disgust.

"That's what you're concerned about?" I tilted my head slightly, mockery dripping from every syllable. "Not the bastard daughter who just showed up out of nowhere?"

His frown deepened, but he said nothing.

Typical.

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "You should have really learned to handle your women better, old man. You got sloppy even before growing old."

My father's grip on his glass tightened, the fine crystal barely containing the force behind his knuckles. His jaw clenched, and for a second, I almost hoped he'd throw the damn. drink at me.

a reason to break his jaw and some other vital joints in his weak

controlled breath-the kind he always took when he was barely keeping himself together. "Kester," he called in a dangerously low voice, "watch your

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a slow

studying a wounded prey. "You'll finally grow a spine

expression turned sour, his eyes cold enough to

that way."

"And

As he should

me, Dad. Are you one of the fools entertaining that nonsense, too?

into something between irritation and genuine disgust.

him to continue, but he didn't. He simply took another sip of his whiskey like the conversation

eyes. "So what's the problem, then? If you're not supporting her, why does she have enough balls to think she can just waltz in

long. He hesitated just enough for me to

she

I stilled. "From who?"

whiskey in his glass before taking another slow sip. "Other Alphas." His

mate."

sharp pulse of irritation ran through

blinded by my rage that I hadn't even taken

"Alpha Wes."