Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 137

“Miss Kasmine?” She called.

I blinked. “Y–yes?”

“This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?” She asked.

1 sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn’t trust the air around me anymore.

I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester.

I’d even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn’t cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself,

“Uh… Yes, Melissa. I remember,” I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel.

This might be important, yes, but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma at the moment.

But I guess curiosity was a bitch.

“I just…” she hesitated, her words fully clothed in doubt. “remembered what you asked me. That day.

You said if I ever saw or heard anything about Alpha Kester’s past therapy, I should tell you,”

“Yeah I breathed. “I remember.”

“Well, I took a look. Went through the logs, the archives. I had to go off–system for some of the older records. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find, but I thought you should know that…” She paused. I could hear her clicking something in the background. “According to all his files, his evaluation sessions were completed. He passed every test.”

1 frowned. “What kind of tests?”