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Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 411

“Make sure they come back in one piece,” Kester said to Norlan, with warmth in his eyes as he pressed his hand briefly against Kael’s head. “You hear me, son? No broken bones today.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kael said seriously, nodding hard.

Kester leaned down, cupped the back of Kael’s neck, and pressed his forehead to our son’s. “Always listen to Uncle Norlan,” he said firmly. Kael nodded with wide eyes, taking his father’s

words as law.

“We’ll take good care of them. You two, enjoy the quiet for once.” Norlan assured.

“Quiet?” Kester muttered under his breath, one corner of his mouth curling. “Not sure I remember what that sounds like.”

Norlan clapped his shoulder on the way out. “Then tonight’s your refresher course.”

Shoes scuffled, laughter spilled, and little voices argued playfully about who would sit where. The atmosphere buzzed with so much joy I thought my heart would burst just watching it.

When the door finally clicked shut behind them, a peaceful, sacred silence settled in.

the doorframe, a smile tugging at my lips. Five years ago, I never thought I’d see

own heartbeat. His scent… so dark, so warm, só familiar, wrapped around

back the emotion stinging my eyes. “Sometimes I look at them and… I can’t believe this is ours.

ear. His voice was low, smoky, and devastating. “Then maybe we should

rushed through me, so fast and wild that I felt dizzy. My laugh was

me in his arms, pinning me against the wall with just the weight of his

you ready to bear more of my pups, Mine?” he asked, his voice

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Chapter 411

throat tightened, but the answer came without a single hesitation. My smile trembled as tears of joy

it only made me melt. He pressed his forehead to mine, “Then

just like that – his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine,

–

the story of us had no

is a story that

THE END.

*****

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

of Kester and Kasmine’s journey. Writing their story has been an experience I’ll never forget. It was dark, raw, beautiful, and so full of emotions that even I, the author, found myself crying,

what made it unforgettable was

Kester when he was at his darkest, you held Kasmine when she was breaking,

words on pages. It’s a memory we built together. And even though their story ends here, Kester and Kasmine will live in our

reason stories like this come alive. You are the reason I pour

in hard copy. If you want to hold their love in your hands, if you want