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."

really young, vibrant boy, opened another bag and blinked. "Is this... garlic butter noodles? And... white

stopped at both. There's also that garlic bread from the

a guard? I'd never spoken more than three or four words at most to

turning me into something I

a fuck. She could turn me

lick off with her finger before eating the rest. I hated how that image

her to

one was newer. 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

be staying at home for quite a while,

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the cool night air hiting me as I walked into the

with the lavender box," I said to one of the guards,

newest line from Velour, that stupidly expensive brand she followed

seen the way her eyes sparkle rings, the little moonstone anklet I knew would look

The delicate chains, the

where should we place the electronics?" one of them asked when

scanned the place. She must be in

Food, too. Don't mix the snacks with the tech-use your

"Yes, Alpha.

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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

eyes already scanning and processing what she was looking

she look

her look fuller in all the right ways. More curves, more glow, more beauty. It didn't make her less of a goddess; it made her

her brow furrowing slightly as she took in the scene. The entire fucking living room was overflowing with bags, boxes, takeout containers, and God

all this?" she asked slowly like she was trying to make

it.