Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

“You do know it’s wrong to keep a lady out this late. Don’t you?” I asked with zero effort. at hiding my irritation.

Jaden checked his watch. “It’s barely past nine, Kasmine. Besides, I have every right to keep you here for as long as I want. Your parents already gave you to me years ago, which means you are mine to do with as I please. Haven’t you gotten the memo yet, princess?”

That was it. I was done.

I opened my mouth, ready to rip him apart with every insult I had been swallowing all night, but I stopped when I perceived an unmistakable scent wafting into my nostrils

from the door.

Even though I hadn’t gotten my wolf yet, I could still tell the scent from anywhere.

What was he doing here?

My head snapped toward the restaurant entrance, and there he was.

Kester.

He stood just inside the doorway, scanning the room, his coal–black eyes locked onto me like a wolf that had finally caught the scent of its prey.

His black trousers were pressed, the sharp lines cutting clean down to his polished shoes. His shirt, dark and fitted, sat open at the collar, the first few buttons undone, exposing a sliver of warm skin. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the ink curling. along his forearm with bold strokes of black against tensed muscle.

Heat crept up my neck as the full image of his tattoo flashed across my mind. I almost smiled.

His thick, dark hair was slightly tousled as if he’d run his fingers through it in frustration while driving here.

My pulse roared in my ears.

He was angry.

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Chapter 203

I felt it before I even saw the tight set of his jaw, the barely leashed tension in his stride as he moved toward me.

I sucked in a breath, gripping the edge of the table, trying to prepare myself.

Jaden was totally oblivious to the storm rolling in because he continued speaking, though I no longer heard a word of it. My world had narrowed to the man closing the distance between us with terrifying speed.

Before I could process what was happening, Kester was standing beside me, his hand wrapped around my wrist. My breath caught as he tugged me up from my seat in one. smooth motion. His other hand grabbed my purse from the table with an ease that screamed ‘ownership.”

His voice was low and rough, vibrating with suppressed fury. “Let’s go.”