Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 260

KESTER.

"What's going on, Kes? June's heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked toward the mini bar, her reflection glinting off the glass cabinetry as she poured herself into the room like she had truly become a part of the home.

I didn't even turn to face her. I didn't look up. My fingers curled around the crystal glass of whiskey, my eyes fixed on the ice slowly melting inside it with lethal quietness.

I was thinking of when would be the best time to go and get my mat and take her back home. When would the best time be to shatter the illusion of freedom she thought she had? This afternoon Or tonight?

June was just one final piece on the board. One final checkmark before I cleaned the house.

Karina - check.

Wescor and Belinzo - check.

Kex and the fake Elvris - double-check.

Ongoing deal with the real Elvris - check.

Alpha Mellors' irrevocable contract - check.

June about to be checkmated.

"I just saw the news about Karina. This is... Who would have ever thought?" She dropped her overpriced bag on the couch like it was

beneath her and sauntered over to me, snatching the whiskey from my hand without so much as a blink. She sipped from it, her gloss-stained lips brushing the rim where mine had just been.

I said nothing.

"Honey? Are you alright?" she asked, crouching slightly, palms cupping my face. Her tone softened, all sugary sweetness and concern. "I know you must be a little shaken from everything that's happened with Karina. But look on the bright side..." Her smile

curved up. "You have no other contender for the Alpha position."

As if I didn't know that? As if it wasn't obvious that I had no contender for my position anymore?

wrapped my fingers around her wrists and peeled her hands from my

nodded toward the seat opposite me, and she obeyed without hesitation, like a well-trained pet. She crossed her legs

so religiously? Did she think

those little dresses that barely covered anything? She thought,

Pathetic.

baby?" she asked, concern written

Good.

Because once I said what I needed to say,

a variable. She'd be a

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was tired of

her finger fidgeted against

Good.

me as 1 led my whiskey once

"I'm calling it off."

1

blinked, slowly. Like she hadn't heard me. Like maybe her ears were broken. Like maybe I

soft clink. "The

there like a statue carved

calm, she said, "You won't dare call off

humor. No

press in

announcing the

me. And then she

fuck is

she had dumped her bag like she'd just won a game

opened the bag. Slipped her hand inside.

I watched quietly.