Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 250

Chapter 252

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 252

KASMINE.

"Hey babe," A voice sounded behind me as a warm hand wrapped around my waist from behind.

I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Jake! You scared me!" I sighed, placing my hand against my chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from ply face. "Why would you be scared in a hall full of people?” he teased, cocking his head with that soft smirk he always wore when he was trying to make me forget how broken things really were. "No one can hurt you here, Relax."

I tried. I really did.

He looked cute tonight, in that signature Jake styfe-white trousers, nug black T- shirt... Casual. Clean. Boy-next-door handsome. The kind of look that once made me feel butterflies just from catching his scent.

Now? The butterflies were barely breathing. Limp-winged. Exhausted

I forced a smile. Forced the ache in my gut to turn into warmth, to find something- anything-in me that still fluttered for him.

“Cheer up, babe," he said gently, his thumb brushing the side of my arm. "You look gorgeous tonight."

His voice dipped, "I wish I could kiss you right now." There was something raw in the way he said it-like he knew time was a thief waiting to snatch me from him.

He sounded nervous... Anxious. And I knew why. Tonight was the night the Moon could decide that I belonged to someone else.

He hated this part of our world.

So did I.

finding my mate today had been a concern for a few days

worry.

won't change any..." My words were

is time." She was already at my side, her hands smoothing

the thud my heart made?

my knees wobbled with the reality of everything I was pretending

added, pushing me off

looked closely, you might see me

slipped

dare turn back

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Chapter 252

Because if I did-

saw the way he

might not walk

wind was cold against my neck

cold that made you shiver. The kind that crawled in your skin and sat there, reminding you

all watching. And right now, it felt like every one

1. me.

circle in my ceremonial gown that seemed more like

the raised alter where I now stood, dressed in the same long robes they always

a deep, smooth voice echoing across the crowd, "we honor Selene's design. Her timing. Her matchings. Her divine

Selene.

and worshipped-even when she tore people apart in the

stood with the other she-wolves turning twenty-one. There were five of

in knots. My hands were ice. Every inch of me

if anyone said

parents kept throwing reassuring smiles at me, but it didn't help

nerves.

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