Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 279

We drove in utter silence.

Kester tapped away on his phone and tab. His attention was absorbed in anything but me.

He was almost ignoring my entire existence as if he had already moved past the damage he had caused. I stared out the window, barely blinking, my reflection smudged against the dark glass.

It seemed like luring a fish out of the water and letting die out there. He had just broken the news of us to everyone, pulled the rug out from under my feet, stripping me of every loved one I would have turned to for warmth whenever I needed, and now, he was actually ignoring me.

Good thing I had some time to reflect on many things, including the anonymous person who hadn't sent me any texts for the past two days.

I didn't know if I should be worried or relieved.

The car came to a stop in the parking lot, and the mini convoy that drove with us also came to a halt.

Before Kester could so much as move, I pushed open the door and climbed out. I couldn't stand being near him. I just needed to go into my room, bury my head in the pillows, and cry out my heart.

But the moment I stepped into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks.

What in the name of Selene is this?

My eyes scanned the vast living room.

The entire place was different.

The walls every single one of them

were covered with pictures of me.

Paintings. Canvases. Polaroids.

miss them if you weren't looking hard enough. But they

from my phone. There was no need to ask how he got

old photo albums, while there were some I didn't even

a lake with my hair blowing across

laughing so hard I had to cover my mouth, caught mid-moment. No memory

one... I was right by the fireplace. Thankfully, I recognized

was seventeen, and it was a sunny

holding my

Zeus

fur wriggling in my arms while I grinned like an idiot. However, I gifted her out to a sweet little girl from our pack who loved her as much

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taken that picture right after telling me I needed to stop grewing

hadn't thought about that

My throat closed up.

It was too much.

Too many memories.

many pieces

me before

he was standing just a few steps away with his hands casually stuffed inside his pockets. He was looking at me so intently that I almost lost

cracked, so I cleared my throat and tried

blank for a second, like he was measuring how much of the truth to

of his shoulders - and said, "Because you own this house now." His eyes stayed locked on mine. "And because you're the only