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?”

I feel everything. I feel it just fine. I feel it more than you know. I just don’t

eyes on him as he tilted

continued, “I feel the loss. The mistakes. The fucking disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you

and my fingers twitched like they still wanted to reach for

don’t forget who found her,” he said, letting his voice drop even lower. ‘Don’t forget who pulled her out of that nightmare. 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.

That fucking hit hard.

mind stopped just

long enough

raped? They’re at your bunker now. You had a specific

My spine straightened.

I muttered, drawing my eyebrows. “How

know where my

bunker is?”

out a cold, arrogant smirk that

email,” he went on, backing up one step: “I sent you something

as quickly

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But his face,

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

Fucking asshole.

moment she arrived about an hour ago. Her breath kept hiccupping in broken sobs that

Mine.

ruined, split open, and rewired. All thanks to that woman in

me. She is me. My anchor. My gravity. My oxygen. My