Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 373

KESTER.

How much longer was I supposed to keep sitting on my hands?

Four fucking days.

Four days without my mate.

Every damn hour felt like I was being skinned alive, like some cruel bastard had peeled back my flesh and was dousing me in salt just to see how long before I broke.

I won’t lie, Saint and his crew had been on their grind. They weren’t sleeping. They barely even blinked. Since they found out Nagel wasn’t on land, everyone knew shit had gotten real. Even Saint’s loyal bitch, Karashi, had learned to stay the fuck out of the way.

But none of that changed the fact that my mate was still gone. And I was losing my fucking mind.

My phone pinged, and when I brought it out, it was a text from Karlos.

“We’ve got Alpha Wes where you want him.” Perfect. Finally. One glimpse of light. Something to punch and hurt and make bleed.

I had someone to pour my anger and frustration on while we waited for any signal at all that would tell us exactly where that crafty bastard was. Although Saint had already fully involved his marine agents.

I clenched my jaw, shoved the phone into my pocket, and turned to Norlan, who was still hovering the damn Grail.

over that quiet little genius girl like she was

He even brought her a cup of coffee when she seemed thirsty.

Perfect.

“I’m stepping out,” I said, already moving.

asked,

That was all I needed to

up, and he nodded.

at the door with my hand on the doorknob when

“Don’t tell him.”

voice sounded

heard

is a man. He

was Saint’s

Something in me stilled.

I had on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles went pale. I

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like they’d rehearsed how not to breathe when

going on?” I asked. My gut twisted. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. My instincts were

just turned his laptop screen

that second,

came to a

fucking planet held its

the whole world stopped existing, and I was sure even the gods looked away as I

to hell, and Saint, the cold bastard, was just watching me watch it. His fingers hadn’t twitched since he

first, I couldn’t process

as if it was trying to protect me, because it certainly knew what came after clarity would

But clarity came anyway.

And it gutted me.

up. It all sounded very distant because the

back a step like I’d been shot. My lungs refused to work. My fists clenched so

a “Fuck.”