Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 300

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, I didn't want to answer my phone since it was my father calling.

I knew my father didn't call unless something was boiling under his wrinkled skin. And honestly? If this call could irritate him a little-drag it out, make him squirm- then it won't be a bad idea to frustrate the old fucker a little bit.

It would keep me occupied as I drove home. Plus, I was still very upset about not being able to finish what I had set out to do tonight. But it was fine. As long as Kasmine was the one who had stopped me, I was fine.

If she says Melissa gets to live, then so be it. That's how it works now!

I answered the call while driving at an unhealthy speed. I was in a hurry to return home to my baby.

"Yes?" I said flatly, not bothering with the useless pleasantries he probably still thought he deserved.

I knew my tone would piss him off. That was the point.

Let the old fuck stew in it.

There was stale silence. The kind that used to make me sit straighter as a kid, hands on my knees, waiting to be reprimanded like a dog pissing where it shouldn't.

But that version of me? That pathetic little boy is fucking dead.

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the road as I muttered, "Are you going to speak or just breathe like a fucking pervert?"

That got him.

He let out a sharp exhale like I'd poked something under his skin, and he was bleeding ego.

"Kester," he finally said, "Jorja's threatening to divorce me."

I scoffed loud enough just to make sure he heard it.

That was it?

was why

no-hut because I was curious. I wanted to hear what kind of

supposed to be my business,

"She's your mother."

That's your fuck-up to deal with, not mine." I shot back, keeping my voice flat and dead. "If she finally wants out of that stale, loveless circus you call a marriage, I'd say she deserves a

tightening, "She's threatening to leave because of you!"

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Chapter 300

She's mine. She was always mine. Too bad I haven't emphasized this

"Kester..."

feel like I wasn't some walking fucking mistake. You think I'll give her up just to save your sad excuse of a

"Kester, listen to me-

don't give a shit, if the whole damn council thinks it's a mistake. I don't care if the heavens themselves

didn't know. "It's an abomination, Kester! A scandal the pack

ground," I said coldly. "Let it fucking rot if that's what it takes. I'll stand in the

was a

leave me over this?" he said, his voice becoming quieter, "Your mother whom

nothing to you?"

I laughed.

your happiness?" I scoffed, glancing at my

old man?"

enough to take a sharp turn

treatments, bruises, cold dinners, loneliness,

I was some experiment gone wrong.

wife doesn't want to rot

head slowly as if he

it. Every ounce of loneliness that awaits you. Every second of sadness. I hope it eats

still your

sperm and then spent two decades trying to kill anything soft in me. You don't get to wear the title 'father' like it

tsked, "You broke me, then act surprised when I turned into