Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 388

If she asked me to die? I’d look her dead in the eye and ask how slow she wanted it.

I was made for her. I live and breathe for her.

She could make me anything. Twist me. Shape me. Break me down to nothing and rebuild me into something only her hands would reengnize, and the Her raw clay.

If she asks me to be good? I’ll be a fucking priest, put on a robe and a collar and say “Amen.”

And if she asks me to be bad? I’ll march down to hell, rip the fucking throne from the devil himself, and make that bastard kneel while I become a god over him.

God, I’ll die without her.

I don’t know how much time passed. Could’ve been an hour. Could’ve been my whole goddamn life. But finally, the doctors stepped out of the theatre. And I swear to God, the air in my lungs didn’t move until I saw their eyes.

Why were their expressions so heavy, like they’d just walked out of a fucking war zone?

I felt my chest collapse inwards.

My heart wasn’t beating. It was tearing, begging for something that wouldn’t destroy me.

The one in front – mid–forties, greying at the temples, with eyes a little too glassy took off his mask and looked straight at me.

–

“Kester Hamilton?”

I stood up before I even realized it, every muscle in my body locked and trembling.

Jorja’s hand was still gripping mine. Norlan was beside me. I don’t think either of them was breathing either.

The doctor took a slow breath. “Your wife is out of danger now. She’s stable. We managed to stop the bleeding and…”

I didn’t hear the rest.

My knees nearly buckled, that I had to sit for a moment.

The wave of relief that crashed into me was so fucking loud, it drowned everything out.

into both hands, let out a sound that was too close to a sob, and dragged my palms down my face just to be sure I was still here and that this wasn’t a fucking

pressed her hands to her mouth, allowing the tears to

for hours, and finally leaned back against the wall

She’s alive.

She made it.

God, she made it.

nodded softly, giving us a second before clearing his throat and adding, “Were you aware…

Everything stopped.

snapped toward him. My

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a shaky voice,

his eyes lowered, like he didn’t

“I’m sorry, but…”

I thought my bones would snap. My vales didn’t even sound like mine. It

I couldn’t

happens

No.

anything happens to that baby, Kasmine

And me?

I wouldn’t either.

survive war, a silver knife,

break.

live in guilt and

and steadied me. “Kes. Breathe.

was one second away from losing my goddamn

gently. “But before you got here, the trauma triggered

he had

one.” The doctor added, and I instantly

on saying something about how, “It was too early, but they were able to stabilize the remaining two

words sounded so distant as the only

Triplets.

pregnant with

now… There