Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 246

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 246

KASMINE.

It could be the person behind the message and the photo. Maybe they wanted to tell me more. Rub it in. Demand something.

Or maybe… maybe I could reason with them. Beg them not to tell.

I hit answer.

“Hello?” My voice was thin and raw, like I’d been screaming for hours

There was a pause. Then, a woman’s warm voice filtered through.

“Miss Kasmine?” She called.

I blinked. “Y–yes?”

“This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?” She asked.

I sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn’t trust the air around me anymore.

I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester.

I’d even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn’t cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself.

“Uh… Yes, Melissa. I remember,” I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel.

This might be important, yes, but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma at the moment,

But I guess curiosity was a bitch.

“I just…” she hesitated, her words fully clothed in doubt. “I remembered what you asked me. That day at the mall. You said if I ever saw or heard anything about Alpha Kester’s past therapy, I should tell you.”

My heart thudded like it knew exactly where this was going and didn’t want to go there.

“Well, I took a look. Went through the logs, the archives. I had to go off–system for some of the older records. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find, but I thought you should know that…” She paused. I could hear her clicking something in the background.

She sighed like she’d anticipated the question. “Standard psychological evaluations. Emotional regulation, memory retention, trauma response. The usual for our kind. There were written assessments, observed sessions, and one–on–one interviews. The therapist’s notes indicated that he was, and I quote, ‘stable, recovered, and cleared for reintegration into regular social and leadership responsibilities.‘ She even added that he had ‘processed his past well and showed signs of remarkable restraint.”

sigh escaped me, but I didn’t know if it was supposed to be a sigh of relief or a new layer of dread and worry.