Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 192

KASMINE.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, I was standing outside the hospital, pacing around impatiently and looking at my watch. The next, a man was standing in front of me–so suddenly, so quietly, I hadn’t even noticed his approach.

A chill slithered down my spine.

I took a step back, instinct prickling at the base of my skull. He was tall and lean but built, his dark sleeves blending too well with the dimming afternoon light. And his eyes- hazel, cold, unreadable–fixed on me with a gaze that made my stomach clench.

Beneath the golden light of the sun, I caught the way his jaw tensed–strong, sculpted,

like it had been carved from stone.

Something about him felt wrong. Not in an obvious, aggressive way. But in the quiet,

insidious kind that made my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.

He had a dark aura that was both compelling and disturbing.

Everything seemed a bit within my control until he spoke and called my name. Time

seemed to stand still.

“Hello, Kasmine,” He said, plastering a forced smile on his thin lips. A smile that barely reached his Hazel eyes.

How the hell did this fellow know my name?

A slow, unsettling smile curled his lips as if he enjoyed the momentary shock flashing

across my face.

“Hi…” I replied, totally unsure as to how to feel. I moved to create a distance between us, but he stepped in front of me.

“Now, that’s not how to treat a friend, Kasmine. Don’t you think?” He chuckled, and my

security consciousness spiked up by a thousand degrees.

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Chapter 192

“Who… Who are you, and how do you know me?‘ I asked, doing all I could to hide the tremor in my voice.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as if amused by my question. “Kexandre,” he said casually. “But most people call me Alpha Kex.”

The name rattled through my skull, making my heart pound so hard I felt it in my throat.

Alpha Kex?

The man who had been making Kester’s life a living hell. The one who had been pulling strings behind the scenes, trying to tear my brother apart, piece by piece.

What the hell?

A gasp tore from my lips as he yanked me toward the parking lot, his fingers digging into my skin.

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