Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 250

KASMINE.

It was finally happening.

My birthday!!!

The day I'd dreamt of since I was old enough to understand what it meant. The day I would shift for the first time, meet my wolf, and maybe just maybe-feel the mate bond that would finally free me from the chains I'd never dared speak of since I turned 16- my stepbrother.

But why, then, did my heart feel so heavy?

Why did it feel like today-my day-wasn't mine at all?

I was supposed to be excited, giddy even. Months ago, I'd imagined this evening with a smile on my face and hope lighting up my

soul.

Instead, my chest ached. There was a tremble in my fingers that no one else could see.

Because stupid, naive me had gotten entangled. Entangled with the one person I should have run from so much so that today, which was meant to be my happy day, I'd feel sadder than a woman who just lost her mate. No. Not just lost him. Watched him die and had to keep breathing anyway.

"Oh, Selene! You already look breathtaking!" Claire shrieked behind me, shattering the veil of my thoughts.

I offered her a small smile in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the vanity as the maids fluttered around me, twisting my hair into a crown I no longer felt worthy to wear.

No matter how sad I felt, I was proud of the woman staring back at me from the mirror.

satin. It shimmered faintly under the chandelier's light,

dipped just enough to tease, framed with delicate embroidery that almost looked like black vines, curling toward the hollow of my throat where my gold necklace

neck. Not even when I didn't want to

still gushing. "God, I swear, if was a wolf, I'd mark you myself.

didn't catch it, though. Claire never did when she

mirror. Smokey eyeshadow framed my gaze, making it darker than usual. Bold.

I was slipping. Slowly and

on the back of my gown, my thoughts slid where they

Kester.

him since I got back from Claire's house. The house fel empty.

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Chapter 250

I could have felt

time I walked around the house, running

eyes had wandered, searching for

much. But he

I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to ask anyone where he

the hell would I even

where's the man I tore to shreds with my words last

Yeah. No.

My fingers toyed with the edge

in a rhythm only anxiety

create.

I had pushed him.