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.'

the table and pouring myself another drink. "You're late. I am already handling the trouble part

a brow. "Should I

sip, letting the burn settle before answering. "Depends. Ever heard

Karina?"

expression darkened for half a second before it smoothed back. "Can say I have. And even if I haven't, as long as she's got that look on your face, I

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about the fact that I ram into fame this morning? She linked like she'd just won the

I scoffed.

admiring my

I offended?

take his admiration for Jume seriously. I'd buy him

mused, plucking a shirt from my closet and shrugging it on. "Never

laugh, shaking his head.

was all he

Interesting.

gestured toward the door. “Let's go to the living room.

and I had a lot of catching up to do, and the three hours

still

her husband had fucked

tonight-good. I couldn't be

back in his chair, glass dangling between

she? Can't I get to say