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?

There's also that garlic bread

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

me into something I didn't

I don't give a fuck. She could turn me into anything she deemed fit, and I'd gladly

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

her to

to use if she wanted to scroll or read or whatever while curled up on the couch. A laptop, too. Something solid, fast, good for streaming or doodling or just watching trash TV if that's what she

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

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the cool night air hiting me as I walked

one of the guards, pointing

Velour, that stupidly expensive

for it. But I'd seen the way her eyes sparkle rings, the little moonstone anklet I knew

delicate chains, the minimalist bought

electronics?" one of

eyes scanned the place. She must be

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

"Yes, Alpha.

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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 smelling. The guards were finishing up, dropping the last of the food on the dining

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

did she look even more beautiful

all the right ways. More curves, more glow, more beauty. It didn't make her

in the scene.

asked slowly like she was trying to make

it.