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."

vibrant boy, opened another bag and blinked. "Is this... garlic butter noodles? And... white truffle fries?" He asked quietly, almost to

know which restaurant she liked better, so I stopped at both. There's also that garlic bread from the place that gives you two dips.

Did I just interact with a guard? I'd never spoken more than

turning me into something I didn't recognize

don't give a fuck. She could turn me into anything she deemed

cupcakes. The ones from the place downtown that had the lavender frosting she liked to lick off with her finger before eating the rest. I hated how

her

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 on

be staying at home for quite a while, and she'd need to keep herself

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my shoulders, the cool night air hiting me as I

the lavender box," I said to one of the guards, pointing at it.

the newest line from Velour, that stupidly expensive brand she

eyes sparkle rings, the little moonstone anklet I knew would look obscene on

reels. The delicate chains, the minimalist

we place the electronics?" one of them asked when we entered the living

place. She must

everything on the dining table. Food, too. Don't mix the snacks with

"Yes, Alpha.

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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 smelling. The guards were finishing up, dropping the last of the food on the dining table, when I noticed the faintest trace of her scent drifting into the living room from upstairs.

the stairs, her eyes already scanning and processing what she was looking at. I could see the confusion

fuck, did she look even more

the weight gain from the pregnancy made her look fuller in all the

slightly as she took in the scene. The

like she was trying

it.