Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 387

KESTER.

My hands were balled at my sides, nails digging half–moons into my palms as I stared him dead in the eyes.

My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and I could feel the warm trickle of blood soaking my thigh again.

But none of it compared to the fire still burning in my chest.

Saint stood a few feet away, surrounded by two guards who clearly knew better than to try to restrain him either. His hands were still at his sides, rolled into tight fists, with blood dripping from his knuckles.

Norlan was breathing hard beside me, somewhere between worn out and fucking livid.

Saint stood very still. He didn’t look at anyone else. He just looked at me with those icy, grey eyes like he was studying a goddamn insect.

A nurse was trying to speak to him, but he didn’t acknowledge her. His attention never left me.

He rolled his shoulders, let out a loud exhale through his nose, and let his fists unclench with painful control.

Then he walked forward.

He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blood on his lip. Then he spoke in a calmness that made the rage in my chest itch even harder.

‘You think because I don’t wear my emotions on my fucking face like some teenage brat, that I don’t feel?”

me make something clear, Hamilton. I feel everything. I feel it just fine. I feel it more than you

him as he tilted

wrong tonight,” he continued, “I feel the loss. The mistakes. The fucking disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you think I’d sleep easy knowing that, then you’re more of a

my fingers twitched like they still wanted to

If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, your mate would be halfway to Asia by now. And you wouldn’t have found her. Not even in the next

That fucking hit hard.

on my face, but my mind stopped just enough to feel it. My throat went

And it sat long enough

were in that last video – the one where she was nearly raped? They’re at your bunker now. You had a specific kind of rage written all over you when you watched that video.

My spine straightened.

muttered, drawing my eyebrows. “How

know where my

bunker is?”

cold, arrogant smirk that said he didn’t owe

went on, backing up one step: “I sent you something valuable. Something that’ll make whatever torture you have planned… worth

just as quickly as it

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were still black and rimmed with fury. But his face, like

Hamilton,” he said quietly, turning away. “And pray

Fucking asshole.

sobbing nonstop from the moment she arrived about an hour ago. Her breath kept hiccupping in broken sobs that just wouldn’t end. And guess whose shoulder

Mine.

I’d grown soft. I mean… ruined, split open, and rewired. All thanks to that woman in

me. My anchor.