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?

marinated in bitterness. Always barking about justice and equality,

he

rot, wrapped in

saw and recognized him, I almost laughed. Blaine-the revolution's face-was a stocky little blond with lashes so pale they looked singed. Built

a Ken doll

he was trying to wear a crown made of

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Wrong fucking move.

I called, taking another gulp

just stared, putting up defiance. I hated

realized that death was sitting on

bottle of whiskey, and I

Fuck.

never enough. I

asked, after letting the burn of the whiskey

in his expression. He

with him before I spoke

think you can lead a rebellion

seeming

it actually casual?

as serious as death

didn't answer

Cowards always need time to chew on their balls before

my elbows on the

Kester," he said, holding my gaze, "And no amount of whiskey

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

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

slowly. "Right. So the girl moves on... and what? You start a fucking

what this

and conscience without as much as

the higher-ups decide what morality should look like. The

law, and

pouring myself another glass of drink.

your sister. You want to lead

I stared at

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