Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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Chapter 311

KESTER.

16 YEARS AGO.

"Dad, there's a boy at school. He's always bullying me."

I stood at the doorway of his office, clutching the straps of my backpack. My voice was small, careful, and not too loud. I knew better than to interrupt, but I couldn't help it.

I just returned from school and decided to check his office first before going into the house.

Dad was seated at his heavy desk with papers spread out before him like puzzle pieces. He didn't look up. His fingers kept flipping through the files, his eyes scanning lines of text like I wasn't even there.

What he was doing looked really important, but I was also important right? I was his only son. Even though I overheard Mum say something about another woman and a certain daughter somewhere, which they always argued about, I still refused to believe Dad had another child out there.

And if someone was being mean to me-if someone was bullying his son-then surely that mattered more than whatever was in those papers.

should be able to talk to my father about it and get him to go to school and talk to our teachers.

Or maybe talk to the boy's parents, since they are in our pack. Or maybe punish the boy for daring to bully the Alpha's only son.

But Dad didn't respond.

I stepped further in.

Fine. I'll let the cat out of the bag. Maybe it would get Dad's attention if

told

what the boy had been saying about

says our family is a joke," I said quietly, "and that we're not worthy to be the Alpha family. He says you... always beat Mum up.

started beating faster. The words were too heavy for me, but I kept forcing them out like little bricks from a crumbling wall. "He

yelled at me, stopping me

I jumped.

My breath hitched.

stood. Finally, he looked at

1. er.

bag tighter. My mouth was still open from

I didn't understand

him these things? Wasn't I supposed to trust him to protect

what fathers

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to cause

my Dad to tell

say any of

clenched into fists at his sides, the

said, "You're old enough

confused. "But... he keeps saying stuff.

waved a hand like he was swtting my words away. "You want him to stop? Make him

I swallowed hard. "How?"

something stupid. "You figure it out. You're not a

school like some weak-willed father.