Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 301

Chapter 301

KESTER.

1 pulled into the driveway like I had a fucking purpose.

Because I did.

My guards straightened the second my car rolled to a stop. I didn't wait for them to salute or do the whole formal protocol bullshit -I rolled down the window halfway and barked, "Empty the trunk. Everything. Take it inside, now."

They moved fast, reaching for the trunk, but even they had to pause for a second when they opened it.

Yeah.

That shit was full.

I'd gone overboard, and I didn't give a single fuck. If anything, I was pissed I hadn't gotten more.

I had an idea what pregnancy does to women, messing with their appetite and all that. So, I was prepared.

There were grocery bags packed with everything she'd ever so much as glanced at. Her favorite chocolate chip cookies-the specific ones with sea salt flakes on top that only one damn bakery in town got right. I bought the whole shelf.

Snack packs of dried mangoes, that exact brand of spicy trail mix she claimed made her lips "tingle just right."

A box of imported instant noodles from Korea she once mentioned in passing while scrolling on her phone.

Even the stupid purple yogurt she liked that I used to make fun of her for? Bought a dozen.

"Be gentle with that top bag," I warned one of them, "Her strawberry licorice is in there. If it's crushed, you'll be mopping floors for

a month."

a really young, vibrant boy, opened another bag and blinked. "Is this...

I muttered, "I didn't know which restaurant she liked better, so I stopped at both. There's also that garlic bread from the

more than three or four words

me into something I didn't

a fuck. She could turn me into anything she deemed fit,

the place downtown that had the lavender frosting she liked to lick off with her finger before

her

Better. S the best of everything Then I added a tablet-something light and easy to use if she wanted to scroll or read or whatever while curled up

a while, and she'd need to keep

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the car, rolling my shoulders, the cool night air

to one of the guards, pointing at it. "That's

her the newest line from Velour, that

for it. But I'd seen the way her eyes sparkle rings,

the minimalist bought the

of them asked when we entered the

the place. She must

Don't mix

"Yes, Alpha.

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Mexican, sushi, because I wasn't sure what her "appetite mess" actually meant and I wasn't about to guess wrong. Bottled fruit teas, her favorite iced coffee, the pink lemonade that only one brand made ist right. A box of strawberries. A bag of powdered sugar donuts. Even the weird pickle-flavored chips I hated

scanning and processing what she was looking

did she look even

softness to her now; the weight gain from the pregnancy made her look fuller in all the right ways. More curves, more glow, more beauty. It didn't make

brow furrowing slightly as she took in the scene. The

she asked slowly like she was trying to

it.