Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 143

KESTER

The one thing the Moon Goddess had ever done right was chaining Kasmine to me with something she couldn’t undo. Something she didn’t choose and didn’t have a choice in.

Fate.

I should worship the Moon Goddess for it. For once, she wasn’t playing games. She gave me the one thing I ever wanted, the one thing that was mine.

And Kasmine… sweet, confused, little Kasmine… she still thought she had a say in all this.

I know exactly what’s spinning in that pretty head of hers. She thinks the next step is rejection. She thinks that the bond we share is something she can sever with a few muttered words and teary eyes.

That has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever imagined. Because let the world split open, and the Draegor himself crawl out of the pit of hell to rule this earth–I would never reject my fated mate.

Fuck

‘My. Fated. Mate.”

The sound of it made a dance erupt in my stomach.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, in all honesty.

I didn’t plan on telling anyone yet. We both had to decide when and how we would break the good news to everyone. I can’t fucking wait. I was too eager.

When she ran off with that fucker, I didn’t even try to follow after that rickety piece of rusty bucket he called a car because I would have caught up with them on foot.

Hell, I could’ve torn through that tin can with my bare hands and dragged her out by her hair if I wanted.

But I didn’t.

Because the mate bond is a beautiful thing. It’s more loyal than her mind and stronger than her fear. A wolf cannot stay away from their mate for long. It pulls, and It hurts. And she’ll feel that ache. Soon, she’ll be begging to breathe in my scent again

So I let her go for now.

I had more pressing matters to handle before I pulled her back into my arms and reminded her who she belonged

to

I pulled out my phone and dialed Norlan. He picked up on the first ring, voice already spiking with surprise. “What the fuck? I thought I misread your text!”

I leaned back into the leather of my chair, staring at the ceiling with a smirk curling my lips. “Oh, you read it right.

“Fuck Where is she now?” He asked.

“She ran off with Jake,” I replied casually.

“What? And you let her? She’s carrying your child, dude. Why let her run off with another man?” He asked, obviously surprised at my nonchalance.

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“I’ll get her. Don’t worry.” I replied.

There was a beat of silence. I knew what he was chewing on He was thinking it too–what most people in my shoes would’ve done. Stormed after her. Dragged her back.

But I’m not like most people.

“What about June?” he asked finally, “What are you going to do about her? About your family? Are you going to tell them?”

“I’m

y calling off the engagement soon. The contracts her father promised are signed, and the project has already broken ground. Wescor and Belinzo want to renew their contracts with me. As soon as we are done with the paperwork tomorrow, I’ll drop June off like she never happened.” I explained,

“That’s… great,” he said slowly, but I heard the hesitation crawling under his words.

I smiled. I could feel what this was.

“Will you shoot your shot after that?” I asked.

“What? What do you mean, Kes?” He chuckled nervously. And it was surprising. Norlan? Nervous? That amused me more than it should have.

“Stop with the pretense already. You think I didn’t know all this while? You are in love with June,” He didn’t respond. I let the silence marinate. “You fucked her in college, dude. At your frat party. She was drunk. You took her virginity.”

“I always knew. And I let it be. Because I didn’t care.” I leaned back again. “Come on, fucker. You can have her,” I said, almost laughing. “Like I said before, I never touched her.” I paused for a moment, “Well… aside from that one time. Made her suck my cock. Just once. Just to get back at Kasmine for pissing me off.”

“You didn’t need to tell me that,” He scoffed.

“Yeah, I do. Thought you should know.” I shrugged as if he could see me.

A moment passed. Then I shifted gears.

“About the email,” I asked, “Have you cracked it?”

“Good. Tell me it was her,” Lasked, pouring myself a glass of whisky which had been sitting idle on my table. “You’re right. She was the one.” Norlan replied.