NovelEnglishChapter 209 Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother Chapter 209 KESTER.
I froze.
The sound of that nalone was enough to curdle my blood.
I had foolishly hoped that Kasmine wouldn't hear about Karina. But, con, this was an entire pack. A small world with too many mouths. Of course, she'd find out eventually.
Kasmine isn't a child anymore.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my muscles to relax as I turned to face her. The anger I had been directing at her and Jaden shifted, curdling into something more volatile.
I hadn't seen her since the day I walked her out of my office, nor had I heard anything from her since then, but I wasn't stupid enough to believe that meant she had given up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo. She was planning something. That manipulative, poisonous bitch was always planning something. And I needed to be ready.
"She is my half-sister," I replied without mincing words.
Kasmine blinked rapidly, trying to wrap her head around what I had just said, "What? I don't understand. What do you mean she is your half-sister?" "She's my father's illegitimate child. One of my father's numerous mistakes." I said, doing little to hide the disgust in my tone as I strode to the armrest of the chair and picked up my shirt.
"I... I don't understand, Kes. Dad had..." "Yes, baby. He had another woman aside from his mate. She was born about a year before me," I put on my shirt, "Ever wondered why my parents didn't stay together?" I walked over to her and caressed her cheek, "Don't worry. Karina isn't a threat, okay? I'll make sure she doesn't canywhere near you." I kissed her lips before turning to the door. "Get srest. No one would bother you for the rest of the day." 1/4 Chapter 20 I swallowed down the drowning need to ask her why she was at Leroittaa lospital.
I sv to fuck, Il was tempted, but I had to stop myself. I wasn't ready to know why she was there..
For what felt like the thousandth time, I declined the call..
Again.
And again.
Fuck! Can't she take a goddamn hint? The phone buzzed once more, vibrating like an annoying ffly that refused to die. My patience, already razor-thin, snapped. I snatchedittumandaanswered, my voice laced w Venom.
"Tellhow you'd like to die, Claire, because youite certainly begging for death." I spa into the phone, my voice rising a notch.."Because that's the only reason I can think of! this level of stupidity." There was a sharp inhale on the other end!.
"Alpha Kester..." She called cautiously,, "Witt's going on? You've been ignoring my calls for days now if not weeks." I exhaled slowly, regaining my controll again. "Itthought even someone with your level intelligence would have picked up omtite message by now." There was a pause.
"I thought we had something...I mean..." She said in a pathetic, sniffling voice.
And... Wait.
I blinked.
Was she crying?? A scoff pushed past my lips.
Chapter 209 Did Hauttuilly give her such an impression? "Dumitt emirrass yourself. I was polite. That's all. You mistook basic courtesy for somutthing it wasn't, and that's your problem, not mine." Wintt aihout the calls, the texts, including the date.... You seemed really nice toson walks ago, Alpha Kester."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIl tank a slow sip of my whiskey, savoring the burn as I leaned back. I called you three times, texted you twice, and bought you lunch once. Thatt somehow translated to something more?" But I..."
Claire. If you misunderstood those gestures,, it'ss tatally conyoum Nothing can ever between us. Purge your mind off it," I dropped the call before she could say anything el A knock on the door madeshift my focuss from the phone, which I was about to sma into the wall in anger.
"Who is it?" I asked, standing up from my bed.
"Who else, dumbass?" I didn't need anyone to tellwho it wass.
"Con in," I replied, taking lazy steps toward the door.
The door swung open, and before I amilibrace myself, Norlan was already striding in li he owned the damn place..
"Gods, Kes, do you ever look anything less than a fucking menace?" He grinned, shuttin the door behind him.
I smirked, taking in the familiin sight of him. He was a few inches shorter than me,
but carried himself with amarraganetthat made up for it.
Brown hair, always slightly tous like he didn't give a dumm,, with that effortless kind of handsomeness that had always made women double-tale, amila fface that was just enough to make anyone look twice.
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