Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 344

KESTER.

I drove as fast as my car could carry me. The tires screamed against the asphalt as if they shared in my

urgency. My fingers clenched the steering wheel tight enough to leave dents and my pulse thudded louder

than the engine.

I had expected some good news, but nothing had prepared me for such a speedy arrival of the news.

Fuck.

At least, after everything that had gone to hell these past few days, for once, finally, something had gone

right.

I barely brought the car to a full stop before I threw open the door and bolted out. The engine was still

humming when I slammed it shut and took off toward the entrance.

Was that a fucking smile on my face?

Hell, yes! That was a smile! A real fucking one!

"Good morning, Alpha," a lady greeted, blinking at me like I'd grown wings.

"Good morning, dear. How are you doing?" I replied, my voice unusually light, almost foreign to my own

ears.

The lady stood confused. She hadn't given me a response to my question. But I didn't even take it to

heart.

I understood why she was quiet. She was stunned. No one had ever seen me smiling, let alone, smiling

and almost skipping like a giddy teenager, who just got his favorite video game as a birthday present.

the door open with all the impatience I had

of my lungs the moment my eyes locked with the

never

to crack a smile from where

could stop them. I crossed the room in seconds, collapsed

his bedside, and

in a grip that made the

I'd

yelp. "You might still lose me if you don't

here."

-death strength

laughed, and I heard another voice in the room laugh with us. That was when I

in the room, standing quietly in the corner, and watching us

like she was holding

turned and nodded a hello at her, too emotional

nodded back, giving me a look

1/3

days ago, the doctor had

found a rare,

Norlan's condition, something

with a

And what

My blood.

blood, as his

work. I didn't

I would've given every

if it meant dragging

back from the edge.

might have to wait for about a week to see if it actually worked.

that my friend

to Norlan, just to make sure he was still there, breathing, alive and

eyes were blurry.

once, the world didn't feel like it was crumbling

feet.

ugly face," I muttered, in

to lift one corner of his lip. "Yeah? I