Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 303

Chapter 303

"And when I found out that you didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, and you weren't stopping to think straight... to see that we were meant for each other- even before Selene decided it-I had to act for both of us, baby."

His eyes shimmered earnestly and hauntingly. "I did it for us.”

And God help me, I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

Because what he was going through... what I thought he was going through... It was no longer just obsession. It was a delusion wrapped in affection.

It was love turned inside out.

Whatever I thought he was going through was morphing into something else.

"No, Kes. My voice broke, and a tear slipped free before I could stop it. "You don't decide for people."

I took a step back.

"You don't plant cameras in people's rooms. You don't bore a hole through a wall just to spy on someone like I'm some... some pet you're watching."

I shook my head, barely holding it together. "You don't get to hurt people and then think it's okay just because you love them. Can't you see how much you're hurting me?"

Kester stood there, frozen, as if my pain had finally reached that part of him that didn't know how to process guilt.

His lips parted slightly. A tremor ran down his fingers. Then he brought one trembling hand to his chest-right over his heart-like he needed to physically hold it together.

to hurt you, butterscotch. I just wanted to

cracked again. "You're the only thing in my life that makes sense. And when you look at me like this, like I'm something to

heaved a

to hurt you ever again. No more

I was his salvation and damnation wrapped in one. And I

slapped him. Screamed. Pushed him away. I wanted to. God, I

But I didn't move,

his words. No. He was getting to my very soul through the mate bond. Through the ache that tied our souls together. Through that invisible thread that

Kes," I said softly, almost against my will.

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Chapter 303

even mine anymore. It was hushed

just to arrive at this

to love?" I asked, blinking

another shaky step forward, and

I'm fucked up in the head, I know. I know I'm too much. I know I've crossed lines. But I feel too much. And when it comes to

it was something so fragile and sacred. His thumb rubbed a slow, trembling circle against

or feel like you're suffocating. I just... I need you to know that loving you

My heart clenched.

Goddamn him.

Because he meant it.

was just tired. Maybe I was weak Maybe the bond was playing games

fallen. "You don't have to forgive me right now," he said softly. "I don't deserve it. I know that. But I

Please."