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, barely

all I needed to

and he nodded.

at the door with my hand

“Don’t tell him.”

voice sounded like

heard another

man. He needs to

was Saint’s

Something in me stilled.

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

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whole room was tense as fuck. Everyone froze like they’d

on?” I asked. My gut twisted. Whatever it

turned his laptop screen

in that

room came

fucking planet

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

and Saint, the cold bastard, was just watching me watch it. His fingers hadn’t twitched since he turned the screen toward me. And me? I was trying – really trying to pretend I didn’t see what I

first, I couldn’t

but because my brain refused, as if it was trying

But clarity came anyway.

And it gutted me.

that was not enough, Saint turned the volume up. It all sounded very distant because the only thing I could really

lungs refused to work. My fists clenched so tight I

mutter a “Fuck.” but it