Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
Chapter 271
KASMINE.
I could swear I was hit by a truckload of bricks. My limbs felt so heavy that it was strange. My entire body ached like every inch of me had been taken and returned wrongly.
I tried to open my eyes, but they refused to cooperate. They felt heavy and groggy, like I’d been drugged. My mind floated, detached, and half–sunk in a fog that refused to lift.
God. What’s happening to me?
I shifted on the soft bed where I was laying–It felt way softer than the small, hard bed we had at the motel and a sharp pain greeted my center. I winced.
I sat up immediately. The room tilted, spinning around me, but the jolt cleared some of the fog, and pieces of memory began to click into place like shattered glass sliding back into a mirror.
I blinked hard with a racing heart as I took in my surroundings.
Clean, modern decor. Stark blacks and greys. That dark leather chair. The massive window half–shaded by blackout curtains. And… Wait. A massive painting of me on the wall just directly opposite the bed?
No. No, no, no.
It was Kester’s room.
That monster!
My stomach turned violently, bile creeping up my throat.
I tore the covers off, staring down at my bare thighs. They were bruised and flushed, with faint traces of him still on my skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest, my breath shaking and my chest tight like it was caving in.
What did he do to me?
“I killed her…”
The words echoed in my skull like a haunting chant.
“I killed her…”
“I killed her…
“I killed her…”
It wouldn’t stop. His voice, almost emotionless, reverberated through me until my skin crawled.
He didn’t even blink when he said it. He sounded like it was just another fact he was stating.
He doesn’t blink before taking a life.
How the hell was I supposed to feel safe around him? What happens when his rage turns on me? When something I say or do triggers that switch?
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What if one day I become a neat in his mind?
What if I become disposable?
Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me?
I know I had consented to out secret affair, I had convinced myself it was on my terms until I found my true mate and ended things with no strings attached. Who would have thought that the same dangerous man I had been trying to escape would finally have every right to own and keep me?
It terrified me.
Kester needed therapy. Desperately. Because if he didn’t deal with whatever darkness he carried, he was going to spiral. And when he did, he’d drag me down with him.
He was a walking disaster.
I cared. Even though I don’t want to have anything to do with him as his mate.
The ringing of my phone startled me. I jumped, my heart slamming against my ribs. I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.
Mum.
I answered with a shaky breath, but my eyes darted to the corner of the screen.
2:07 PM.
What? I had been out all night and almost all day?
I hate my brother!
I put the phone to my ear, and my mother’s voice almost punctured my eardrum.
“Kasmine! Where the hell have you been?!”
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I winced, pulling the phone back slightly. She sounded on the verge of tears–or rage. Maybe both.
“Do you know what you’ve put me through? You left the transition just like that? No calls? No messages? Not even a damn note?!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my breathing to steady. “Mum-
“No! Don’t ‘Mum‘ me! You had everyone worried sick! I thought-” Her voice cracked. “I thought something happened to you, baby. And the only reason I didn’t fly off the rails was because Kester told me you were okay. That you just needed space.”
Kester.
My stomach knotted all over again.
He’d been covering for me.
Of course, he was. Why wouldn’t he?
“Why did you run off?” she pressed, “Is it because you found your mate and didn’t like who it was?”
The breath caught in my throat. I stared ahead, my eyes wide and mouth half–open. I sincerely didn’t know how to answer that.
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