Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233

God, I hated that look on her face–that smug, glittering satisfaction.

“Yeah. I can’t ignore your plea for attention. So, here I am. Talk to me. I said, standing at akimbo.

Karina gave a mock gasp, one hand on her chest like she was genuinely touched.

“How sweet, she cooed. “Look at us bonding.”

She sauntered over to the counter, hips swaying like she was on a runway, and reached for the glass jug of water.

“So, what shall we chat about?” she mused as she poured herself a glass–slowly, like even her movements were a form of psychological torture. “The weather? Your stepbrother’s upcoming engagement?” She paused and studied me as if waiting for a reaction, “Or me becoming Alpha?”

Wait. Did she just look for a reaction from me? Or it was just my thoughts? This could all be in my head. Right?

“What fun were you referring to about last night?” I asked again.

She raised a brow as if I’d just asked her what the meaning of life was. Then she sighed and set the glass down with an exaggerated clink against the countertop.

Why are you so obsessed with this particular topic?” she said, cocking her head like a condescending therapist. “Come on, little sis.”

The nickname dripped like acid.

“We have a thousand other things to catch up on. Like–oh, I don’t know–life? Love? How you’ve grown into such a curious little woman.” She raised her brows dramatically, “I mean… Why repeat one conversation when there are so many others worth exploring?”

That’s it. I was done. “You can go to hell,” I hissed, pushing off the counter and heading for the door.

Let her rot in her own poison. Let her talk in circles and play her little mind games with someone else. I was done.

I stood up and was already walking toward the door when she said something that made my legs freeze.

“Be careful what you wish for, little sis. Or your actions will come haunting you sooner than you think.”

My spine locked. My legs froze in mid–step. The pulse in my throat slammed so loud I was convinced she could hear it. Hell, the neighbors could probably hear it.

She knew.

God.

She fucking knew.

This wasn’t a wild guess. She knew exactly what she was insinuating,

Mom entered the kitchen, looking as regal and effortlessly put–together as ever in her long red gown. She was ready to go out for

the Women’s Conference holding at the Crimson Valley pack.

I almost forgot. She couldn’t miss it. She had to make a good impression on her in–laws.s.

She took one look at Karina leaning against the counter, then turned her gaze to me. Her brows furrowedd buightly. “Is everything okay in here?”

I didn’t miss the look of pure disdain that crossed her face when she looked at Karina.

I cleared my throat, arms folding over my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow down. I hadn’t realized it had pixked.

“Yeah,” I said, and I hated how dry my throat felt. “We were just talking. Nothing serious.”

Mum observed for a few more seconds before she spoke. “All right,” she said slowly. “You look a little pale, though. Did you eat anything this morning?”

I smiled, “I’ll grab something later. Just need to clear my head first.

Without waiting for a reply, I walked past them both and out of the kitchen.