Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

KESTER.

The long–awaited meeting had finally ended, yet my mind was nowhere near at ease.

June had begged me to spend the night in their pack, but I refused. I needed to go home.

Needed to see her. Even if from a distance. Even if I didn’t speak to her.

I just needed Kasmine.

My life, which was once so neatly arranged, so ruthlessly in my hands, was quickly spiraling out of control, and I, the master of control, almost had no control over it.

1 clenched my jaw and redialed.

The fucker finally picked up after what felt like the hundredth call.

“You could pass for a certified asshole, you know that, right?” I snapped the moment

Norlan answered.

He just laughed, “Yeah… I recognize that tone. Dude’s pissed.”

Norlan’s laugh grated on my nerves.

“Go on,” he drawled. “Spit it out. What’s got your panties in a twist?”

I exhaled sharply. “I picked a date.”

A beat of silence followed. Then, “For what? Your funeral?”

I didn’t answer. He was sharp. He’d figure it out.

Another pause, and then a low, knowing hum. “No fucking way.”

“Yeah.” I tilted my head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling of the car like it could somehow save me. “The engagement is set for the 23rd.”

“Damn. And here I thought you’d at least pretend to fight it for a while. That Alpha King

must’ve had a sword to your throat.” He said.

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“Close enough.”

He let out a low chuckle. “So, tell me… what’s the play here? Gonna fake your own death before the ceremony? I know you wouldn’t have agreed unless you had an angle.”

I let his sarcasm roll off me. “I’m making sure I get something out of this.”

“That’s the spirit,” he mused. “If you’re gonna sell your soul, might as well charge.

interest.

I ignored him. June’s been all over me about this. Since she doesn’t want to give it a rest and let me be, I’m using her. The second we’re engaged, I’ll make sure her father starts making moves to help me immediately. Ain’t waiting for after the engagement like he fucking promised.”

Norlan hummed again. “So you picked an earlier date to fast–track Daddy’s contributions. to the Kester Investment Fund. Clever.”

“She didn’t leave me a fucking choice, Norlan. I tried to push her away all these years.”

I scoffed. “Like you could handle me.”