Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 260

KESTER.

“What’s going on, Kes? June’s heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked toward the mini bar, her reflection glinting off the glass cabinetry as she poured herself into the room like she had truly become a part of the home.

I didn’t even turn to face her. I didn’t look up. My fingers curled around the crystal glass of whiskey, my eyes fixed on the ice slowly melting inside it with lethal quietness.

I was thinking of when would be the best time to go and get my mat and take her back home. When would the best time be to shatter the illusion of freedom she thought she had? This afternoon Or tonight?

June was just one final piece on the board. One final checkmark before I cleaned the house.

Karina – check.

Wescor and Belinzo – check.

Kex and the fake Elvris – double–check.

Ongoing deal with the real Elvris – check.

Alpha Mellors‘ irrevocable contract – check.

June – about to be checkmated.

“I just saw the news about Karina. This is… Who would have ever thought?” She dropped her overpriced bag on the couch like it was

beneath her and sauntered over to me, snatching the whiskey from my hand without so much as a blink. She sipped from it, her gloss–stained lips brushing the rim where mine had just been.

I said nothing.

“Honey? Are you alright?” she asked, crouching slightly, palms cupping my face. Her tone softened, all sugary sweetness and concern. “I know you must be a little shaken from everything that’s happened with Karina. But look on the bright side…” Her smile

curved up. “You have no other contender for the Alpha position.”

As if I didn’t know that? As if it wasn’t obvious that I had no contender for my position anymore?

I wrapped my fingers around her wrists and peeled her hands from my face.

“Sit down, June. I have something to tell you.” I nodded toward the seat opposite me, and she obeyed without hesitation, like a well- trained pet. She crossed her legs slowly, flashing skin she probably thought would distract me.

Why did she wear red lipstick so religiously? Did she think it made her look powerful? Sexy?

Why the hell is she always in those little dresses that barely covered anything? She thought, it turned me on?

Pathetic.

“What is it, baby?” she asked, concern written all over her face.

Good.

She should be concerned. Because once I said what I needed to say, she would no longer be a variable. She’d be a resolved equation.

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And I was tired of equations.

I let the silence stretch a little tong just to watch the way her finger fidgeted against the hem of her dress. That little smile she wore? It was beginning to falte

Good.

1 leaned back, the leather of the armchair sighing beneath me as 1 led my whiskey once more and took a slow sip. Then, I spoke.

“I’m calling it off.”

“This whole wedding,” I continued, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “The charade. The staged affection. The engagement. All of it–done.”

She didn’t flinch. She just sat there like a statue carved in warpaint and arrogance, eyes pinned on me.

“I have a meeting with the press in an hour,” I said, standing slowly. That’s where I’ll be announcing the annulment.”