Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 290

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, Norlan, if she ever lays the shadow of a finger on her ever again, your it have to look for another woman to loss, I seethed over the phone, feeling my fingers twitch with the need to hit something or somente. June

Norlan sighed on the other end of the line, stready exhausted by the mere his potential woman had become Rester. I'm grry 1 swear I'll talk to her

No. You'll call her to order, 1 snapped. Because next time, I went calling you ll be dragging her out by her fucking hair, and you and I both know, Notlan... I won't stop there."

Kester..."

I'm not an enemy June wants to keep. She won't stay alive enough to relish the idea of being enemies with me. Call her to order?

I didn't wait for his response. I dropped the call and tossed the phone on the desk with a hard thud, my law fight enough to snap

steel.

My pulse still hadn't slowed. I stared at the wall for a moment, rage burning at the base of my throat.

I wondered why he hadn't made the move on her yet, even after I gave him the go-ahead. If he takes too long, I'd be forced

drastic measures against her.

It would be a damn shame if a woman came between Norlan and me.

friendship to ashes if it meant protecting my

meant making sure June

Kasmine again.

breathing hard. Trying to shake off the instinct to go hunting for June. It took everything

tear the office apart.

which had made me leave the house in the first

received a call from

it took to flip

the pack today to address Blaine and the

political harlots dressed in suits and self-importance- who'd sell their

this time. I guess

with all these circuses of fools, and amidst that, June had the

Fuck!

cameras in my room before leaving. I needed to see what Mine was doing, how she moved, what mood colored her eyes, if she ever decided to cry... I just needed to be able to keep an eye on her for the few hours t'd

the meeting, I watched her on my laptop while I sat there pretending to give

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they showed me press charts

the Moon Goddess' choice of a mate for me.

care because I always had everything under

walk into my room and lay her filthy hands on

saw red. Not just metaphorically. Viscerally.