Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 291

I wanted to kiss Kasmine until he forgot her name. I wanted to piner against every surface of my room and make her feel how much I adored her fire. I wanted to praise her with teeth and bruises with my mouth on every inch of her.

I sat back on my chair, panting quietly like a fucking madman with hard-on for her.

That was my Luna. The only Luna I needed by my side.

Not that pushover - June.

With the way Kasmine handled her, I didn't need to run back home anymore. She handled her perfectly well. All I had to do was call my guards because I didn't understand why she was fully dressed and ready to leave the house.

I didn't know where she was going, but she wasn't stepping outside my walls.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Jair, the head of my guards, immediately.

"Kasmine must not step a toe outside my walls."

"Yes, Alpha."

"If she so much as opens the front door, I want a goddamn siren blaring. You hear me?"

"Yes, Alpha."

I ended the call and stared down at the ink-stained half of the pen still in my hand.

I stalked to the edge of the office now and unlocked the hidden panel behind my bookshelf. The reinforced safe hissed open at my fingerprint, revealing a smaller monitor tucked inside. I tapped in my override codes, and the interface blinked to life.

The Black Ledger.

It had three vaults.

Each one encrypted with Norlan's most unforgiving codework. It wasn't just password protected-it was smartly protected. The kind of system that learned intruders and struck back. Anyone trying to access it without the proper map would trigger layered defenses -some digital, some... less digital.

was, they had balls.

they got

hadn't cracked

terminal... when I wasn't in the damn building. The firewall

fingers moved over the access records. The script was clean and

near the encryption kernel. They'd been trying to get into

Insurance.

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alike. Photos. Financial blackmail trails.

Norlan raise a brow.

Nagel Vale.

the logs, and my

to know

it wouldn't just break alliances. It would

trying to steady my nerves. If someone was digging in that part of the Ledger, they weren't just fishing. They knew what they were

willing to

a thunk, leaned against the cold steel, palms

inside the

knew just enough

didn't need anyone to tell

conjured for him. And like the coward he was, he didn't want to sink alone. No. He wanted to pull someone under with

drown with him than the man who shoved

and sending threats and pathetic little voicemails with

scratching behind his words. Like a man gripping a gun with a trembling hand, hoping I wouldn't notice the safety was still

and losing altitude

pulled the strings and made him lose more than half