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?

his father and marinated in bitterness. Always barking about justice and equality, parading himself around as

what he really

rot, wrapped

with lashes so pale they looked singed. Built like a gym-rat accountant. Like the gods had given

a

a crown made of matches, lighting fires in

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Wrong fucking move.

I called, taking another gulp from

respond. He just stared, putting up defiance. I

realized that death

the bottle of whiskey, and I was almost

Fuck.

enough.

asked, after letting the

the micro-shift in his expression. He

courage he'd brought with him

of you to think you can lead a rebellion in my

meeting seeming

actually casual? Fucking

was as serious

answer

he didn't. Cowards always need time to chew on their balls before

on the desk, cradling the now nearly empty

my gaze, "And no amount of whiskey is gonna help you

I said slowly, "Remate with your

too late," he answered flatly. "Sela found a second mate the moment we rejected

nodded slowly. "Right. So the girl moves on...

what this is about.

in the teeth by people who acted solely out of personal beliefs and conscience without as much as consulting me

like everyone else when the higher-ups decide what morality

and I obeyed

another glass of drink. The bottle

sister. You want to lead this pack?

Brave." I stared at him

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