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.

skin like water. A long, black silhouette that hugged my curves before spilling down to the floor in waves of satin. It shimmered faintly under

looked like black vines, curling toward the hollow

want to set eyes on the man

I swear, if was a wolf, I'd mark

dry laugh. She didn't catch it, though. Claire never

to the mirror. Smokey eyeshadow framed my gaze, making it darker than usual. Bold. Beautiful. I looked... like the woman everyone expected me

was

gown, my thoughts slid where they had been trying to go

Kester.

house. The house fel empty. His intimidating presence was

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could

around the house, running

searching for

too much. But he

badly I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to ask anyone where he was. Not Mum. Not Dad.

what the hell

shreds with my words last night when he tried to

Yeah. No.

jaw tightening. My fingers toyed with

tapping in a rhythm only

create.

I had pushed him.