Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 290

Chapter 292

Chapter 292

KESTER.

I was in a goddamn hurry to return home.

My phone had been vibrating nonstop-Kasmine had left over a hundred voicemails, cursing and crying about why I instructed the guards not to let her leave the house.

She was seething. And I could almost hear the stomp of her feet through the phone as she demanded answers.

But I didn't respond.

I don't pacify storms. I command them.

I'd be with her soon enough. She could scream into the walls all she wanted until then. Right now, I had a pest to crush beneath my boot.

Blaine

He was standing before me. He wasn't worthy of putting his rotten ass on my seat.

I allowed the silence to envelop us properly as I sipped slowly from my glass of whiskey, watching him through the rim.

I took in the form of the man who had been terrorizing my parents and threatening

to rip the pack in two.

Fuck. I should have known.

He was Trent's brother. I hadn't set eyes on him in a long time.

I used to know Trent when my father was still Alpha.

He had been a good guy. Golden boy. Clean-hearted. The kind of guy I respected.

Trent had moved to a different country to pursue his acting career.

And his brother?

This fucker here?

father and marinated in bitterness. Always barking about justice and

he

was rot, wrapped in

now that I saw and recognized him, I almost laughed. Blaine-the revolution's face-was a stocky little blond with lashes

to hell, he looked like a

to wear a crown made of matches, lighting fires

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Chapter 292

Wrong fucking move.

another gulp

He just stared, putting up

realized that death

bottle of whiskey, and I

Fuck.

was never enough. I

my pack?" I asked, after letting the

watched the micro-shift in his expression.

he'd brought with him

you to think you can lead a rebellion in my pack, Blaine," I

meeting seeming too casual?

it actually casual? Fucking

serious as

didn't answer right

always need time to

leaned forward, my elbows on the desk, cradling the now nearly empty glass, "You gonna talk?" I asked in a flat

your pack, Alpha Kester," he said, holding my gaze, "And no amount of whiskey is

said slowly, "Remate with your step-cousin. That's

flatly. "Sela found a second mate the moment we rejected each other. You know how the

girl moves on... and what? You start a fucking

"You know what this is about. Don't play

"You got kicked in the teeth by people who acted solely out of personal beliefs and conscience without as much as consulting me about it

everyone else when the higher-ups decide what

and I

asked, pouring myself another glass of drink. The bottle was finally

"I want balance. You're mated to your sister. You want to lead this pack? Then show

at him dead in the

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