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 it more than you know. I just don’t perform

him as

disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you think I’d sleep easy knowing that, then you’re

small step closer, and my fingers twitched like they still wanted to reach for

pulled her out of that nightmare. If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, your mate would be halfway to Asia

That fucking hit hard.

mind stopped just enough to feel it.

was silence. And it sat long enough for

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. Thought I’d give you the chance to… respond personally to those extra audience who

My spine straightened.

drawing my eyebrows.

know where my

bunker is?”

that said he didn’t owe me

he went on, backing up one step: “I sent you something valuable. Something that’ll make whatever

just as

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were still black and rimmed with fury. But his face, like always, had returned to its usual

quietly, turning away. “And pray we never

Fucking asshole.

an hour ago. Her breath kept hiccupping in broken sobs that just wouldn’t end. And guess whose shoulder she

Mine.

I’d grown soft. I mean… ruined, split open, and rewired. All

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