Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 210

"And you? Still ugly as ever, Norlan," I muttered with a hand on my waist.

Norlan laughed. "And you still reek of overpriced whiskey and questionable decisions. Some things never change."

I smirked. "Neither does your inability to dress like someone with an ounce of self-

respect."

Norlan glanced down at his black shirt-half unbuttoned-paired with dark pants and boots. He made a show of brushing off imaginary dust. "This? This is fashion, Kester. You wouldn't understand. Too busy brooding in dark rooms, I imagine."

I scoffed, finally setting my glass down on the table. "You say that like you don't do the

same damn thing."

"Ah, but I brood with style. There's a difference."

Norlan barked out a laugh, crossing the room in two strides before grabbing me in a tight

embrace. I returned it, slapping his back once before pulling away.

"Shit, I missed you," he admitted, his tone dropping just a notch.

"Missed you too, dumbass," I muttered before stepping back and studying him. "What brings you to the pack?"

"Just got back last night," he said, flopping onto the couch, "Figured I should check on my favorite psycho before he gets into any real trouble.'

bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring myself another drink. "You're late. I am already handling

arched a brow.

took a slow sip, letting the burn settle

Karina?"

"Can say I have. And even if

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she'd just won the fucking lottery." He tilted his head,

I scoffed.

he admiring my fiancée?

I offended? Fuck,

I wished he'd take his admiration for Jume seriously. I'd

my closet and shrugging it on. "Never fucked her.. So,, she's still untouched by your best friend. Nothing

exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his

he said. Nothing

Interesting.

“Let's go to the

lot of catching up to do, and the three hours we spent

talking still

no distractions. Mom and her husband had

later tonight-good. I couldn't be

dangling between his

is she?