Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

KASMINE

The doorknob turned.

My heart sank. My breath froze in my chest like ice splintering through my lungs.

I whipped my head around, scanning the room. It was small, pathetic, and cramped. One window nailed shut. No back door. No closet to hide in. And, stupidly, stupidly, I hadn’t even locked the damn door when Jake left.

It creaked open slowly, like the beginning of a horror movie where the girl never survives. Except this wasn’t fiction. This was my life. My reality. My punishment

And there stood.

Kester my so–called mate.

Tall, Lethal. Beautiful in that cruel, haunting way only the devil himself could be.

The scent hit me harder. It was strong, smoky, and spicy. Masculine, wild, and so mine.

My body betrayed me on the spot,

My traitorous wolf, Zera, whimpered inside me, “Mate. Mate.”

No. Not now. Not this time.

But Kester saw it all – the flicker in my eyes, the way my knees trembled, and the flush that crept up my neck. He smiled. That goddamn arrogant smirk he always had on when he knew I’d been cornered.

He stood calmly for a second or two, hands by his sides.

“Good to see you again, mate,” he said with a grin as he stepped into the small room, closing the door behind him,

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me, Kester?” I demanded, trying to summon steel into my voice, but it came out soft, tired, and too vulnerable.

The pull of the bond was almost too overwhelming for me. I felt like jumping on him, wrapping my legs around him, and Inhaling his scent like a greedy child.

God, his scent was overly intoxicating.

His eyes drank me in. “You are now mine, baby. You can’t run away from me, you know that, right?” He stepped closer, “Besides, you don’t think I’d keep my eyes off you when you have my child growing inside you.”

My eyes kept betraying me as they kept drifting to the shopping bag he had in his hand. I swallowed hard, wondering what was in the bag that smelt so good. My stomach clenched. I hated how hungry I suddenly felt. He noticed

“You haven’t been eating right,” he said as he placed the bag on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can smell it on you–weakness. Exhaustion. You’re not taking care of our baby.”

“Get out, Kester. I don’t want to see you,” I pointed toward the door, even though we both knew it was a useless gesture. My voice cracked inld–command, and that was all the weakness he needed

He moved, and in a few steps, he was inches from me. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his hodi like a fire I desperately wanted to touch and run from at the same time.

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“Come here, baby,” he pulled me by my wrist in one hard yank. I stumbled and almost fell, but I was quick enough to place my hands on his shoulders before I crashed into him.

I hated the way I melted just by touching him. Hated the way my body remembered his. Hated that I still wanted to curl into him and breathe him in like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

“Let go o

of me,” I whispered, even though my hands stayed where they were.

His gaze dropped to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere, Kasmine,” he said tenderly. “Not now. Not ever.”

My pulse thundered in my ears while Zera howled in my chest.

“He’s ours. Take him. Touch him. Just once. Please.”

I pushed her back with everything I had.

“You don’t own me, Kester.” I spat, but he only chuckled.

“You still believe that, Kasmine? I own you now, baby. I own everything about you now. Including the breath you take. Eate has decided. You have no choice here, love.” He said, still gazing into my eyes intently, “It’s not like you had a choice before now.”

“You lost the right to say all that to me the moment you

“The moment I what?” he growled, tightening his grip just slightly. “Chose to protect you in a way you didn’t understand? Chose to do the right thing in order for me to finally be able to keep you?”

God. His voice. So calm it was maddening. So sure, so steady. As if he truly believed he was doing the right thing. But I wasn’t a child. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

I swallowed the storm rising in my throat and slowly pried my wrist from his grasp.

“You need to go.

Kester tilted his head and gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Eat something first.” He gestured to the bag.

“I’m not eating anything you bring me,” I said, but even a child would see that I was sincerely hungry for whatever was contained in that bag.

As if he sensed the cracks spiderwebbing through my pride, Kester dipped his hand into the bag with that maddening calm of his.

I watched him, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to suppress the groan in my stomach that had turned vicious the moment the scent of food hit me.

And God, it hit like a storm.

He pulled out a small, rectangular box wrapped in clean parchment paper. The scent hit me first–rich, buttery, stnoky, with the faintest trail of herbs and roasted meat.

My stomach growled – loudly.

It was mortifying,

I turned my head, pretending I hadn’t heard it. Pretending wasn’t now eyeing the contents of the bar like a

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starving woman eyeing her last meal.

But Kester heard. Of course, he did. His smirk deepened as he set the first box on the table and reached into the bag again.

He pulled out a second parcel, unwrapped it, and the aroma slapped me in the face.

Meat pies.

But not just any meat pies. Not the bland, floury ones Jake had been trying to convince me were “just as good” since last night.

No.

These ones were flaky and golden brown, stuffed with tender venison slow–cooked in a peppered gravy, bits of roasted sweet onion, and crushed coriander seeds. My eyes widened before I could stop them.

“Is that…” My voice cracked like thin ice.

I swallowed hard.

“Iced honey–lavender tea,” he murmured. “Brewed the way you like it–strong, not too sweet. Frosted over with crushed ice.”

There was a long pause. My hunger waged war with my dignity. My wolf, Zera, had already decided. She was practically dancing inside me, clawing at my ribs.

I ripped into the meat pie like a possessed woman. The first bite nearly undid me. The crust crumbled between my fingers, buttery and warm, while the meat inside was tender and drippine with