Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
Chapter 243
Chapter 245
Chapter 245
KASMINE,
I swear I had no idea how to navigate my life at this point. I stared blankly at my phone, my eyes dry from too much scrolling, too many tabs open, and a lot of funny search history" not just in the browser, but in my mind.
Do women die from abortion?
What are the chances of dying during an abortion?
Is childbirth easy?
Pregnancy symptoms and how to live through them for nine months
How to run away while pregnant.
Can shame kill you before labor does?
I couldn't tell if I was more afraid of the answers or the fact that I was even asking them. Every question felt like a war drum against my chest.
I was stuck between two impossible roads - risking my life to get rid of it and actually keeping it but running far away from the pack to a place where no one knew me, where no one would look at me and call me a disgrace.
Because that's what this was, wasn't it?
An abomination. A secret sin growing inside me.
My parents would never recover from this. The pack would shame me until I wished for death.
And my friends?
No.
I couldn't face them.
I stared blankly at the TV, which had been showing a news station for hours now
without the volume. I was totally uninterested in whatever was being said or shown, but images on the screen made me feel a bit safe, almost like a reassurance that I wasn't home alone.
Claire had been nothing short of amazing since I came here to stay with her. Thank God her parents have been away on a vacation. It's their anniversary, and they sure knew how to celebrate it.
Although she's been begging me to tell her what's wrong with me, and I've refused, she's been taking care of me nonetheless.
She saw the haunted look in my eyes, the sudden nausea, the way I'd stare off into space like I was trying to crawl out of my own
skin.
And though I saiding, she still made me tea. Held my hair back when I threw up. Gave me her silence instead of pressure.
She was the kind of safe I didn't think existed anymore,
few hours. By tomorrow night, I should get my wolf... My companion. I couldn't wait to meet her. I hoped she'd be strong. Kind. Beautiful. Fierce. Everything I didn't feel
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I could really use a close companion at this point in
texted and said all manner of threats to me, asking me to
stead.
not to worry that she'd cover for me.
your world is
feels like
hours. Just curled up sideways on the couch, a
phone screen lit up against the dimming room, its glow stabbing through the semi-dark room. I blinked, then slowly reached over, arm
Claire. Or maybe one last guilt-tripping paragraph from Mum, warning me about
I saw wasn't either
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
hesitated. My thumb hovered over the screen. Something about it made my heart twitch. I
I opened the message.
And my soul dropped.
think no one knows about your
than
fast it felt like I'd been punched from the inside. I couldn't move. Couldn't
and I gasped audibly when I saw the photo
a clear picture of me and Kester
on his. His hand threaded into my hair. My eyes shut. His thumb brushed the side of my neck while his other
my dress.
hand over my mouth.
floor
no..." I whispered,
This couldn't be happening.
That night
in his office. No one had been there
nausea swept through
for answers, Who could have
Karina?
She'd barely been around. And if it was her, she'd be louder and dramatic. She'd want to
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face.
No
Someone who had more access to us
But who?
rocking slightly with my eyes closed in an attempt to
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't even think.
scenario started playing out like a movie behind my eyes... The photos sent to my parents. To the pack leaders. To the
About Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother - Chapter 243
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