Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 227

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother,

Chapter 227

It was almost as though the packhouse was cursed. It wasn’t letting our love breathe. It keeps strangling what little love we had managed to build.

We were better off in my home. Our home.

I couldn’t wait to return home with her after her transition ceremony, which was to take place on the day of her birthday.

“I’ll go check on her,” I said, pushing my chair back abruptly,

Jorja blinked, surprised. “But-

I was already rising.

Fuck the meal.

She was all I could taste.

June moved before I could take another step, her perfume arriving a second before she did–jasmine, subtle but intrusive. The scent I had grown tired of already.

“Kester,” she called sweetly, her hand sliding around my arm. Clingy. Possessive. Warm. “I’ll come with you,”

I stiffened.

My mouth opened, ready to tell her to sit her desperate little ass back down, but I didn’t get the chance.

Because she appeared.

Kasmine.

Descending the stairs.

And fuck me–I froze.

Everything slowed… The air, the noise, my pulse. Even June’s grip on me faded into background static.

She wore a loose satin dress in deep wine, the kind that wrapped around her beautiful thighs and clung just right to the curves.

Her hair was braided to the back and pinned low, with soft tendrils framing her face like nature had shaped them with intention. Her skin, pale under the warm chandelier light, looked like it needed rest. Needed me.

Fuck.

Her gaze locked on mine.

Then it fell to June’s hand curled around my arm.

The look that folle was heartbreakingly blank, and it shredded me more than any scream ever could.

She blinked once, then pulled her shoulders back, holding her chingh and waving aside what she had just seen.

She didn’t pause on the stairs.