NovelEnglishChapter 227 Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother, Chapter 227 It was almost as though the packhouse was cursed. It wasn't letting our love breathe. It keeps strangling what little love we had managed to build.
We were better off in my home. Our home.
I couldn't wait to return hwith her after her transition ceremony, which was to take place on the day of her birthday.
"I'll go check on her," I said, pushing my chair back abruptly, Jorja blinked, surprised. "But- I was already rising.
Fuck the meal.
She was all I could taste.
June moved before I could take another step, her perfarriving a second before she did-jasmine, subtle but intrusive. The scent I had grown tired of already.
"Kester," she called sweetly, her hand sliding around my arm. Clingy. Possessive. Warm. "I'll cwith you," I stiffened.
My mouth opened, ready to tell her to sit her desperate little ass back down, but I didn't get the chance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBecause she appeared.
Kasmine.
Descending the stairs.
And fuck me-l froze.
Everything slowed... The air, the noise, my pulse. Even June's grip onfaded into background static.
She wore a loose satin dress in deep wine, the kind that wrapped around her beautiful thighs and clung just right to the curves.
Her hair was braided to the back and pinned low, with soft tendrils framing her face like nature had shaped them with intention. Her skin, pale under the warm chandelier light, looked like it needed rest. Needed me.
Fuck.
Her gaze locked on mine.
Then it fell to June's hand curled around my arm.
The look that folle was heartbreakingly blank, and it shreddedmore than any scream ever could.
She blinked once, then pulled her shoulders back, holding her chingh and waving aside what she had just seen.
She didn't pause on the stairs.
Chapter 227 She didn't even speak to me.
She just walked past us straight toward the table like I didn't matter.
And I couldn't fucking breathe.
June tried to follow her with her eyes, probably ready to toss out a smile or a pitiful greeting, but Kasmine didn't give a fuck about it.
I jerked my arm from June's grasp, making her stumble slightly.
"Kester-" she gasped, but I didn't even look at her.
My steps were already carryingtoward Kasmine, whose back was how to me, as she reached for the chair beside Jorja.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe adjusted the hem of her dress like she needed a moment to compose herself. Or maybe to not scream.
I reached her side in two strides. She had barely settled in her seat when I reached for her, bending slightly to meet her eye. My fingers closed gently around her arm, just above the elbow. "Kasmine, I called in a firm tone, gulping down my emotions, "You're sick?" She hesitated before replying, "Yes." That was it.
No "but I'm feeling better now." No attempt to soften the blow. Just that clipped syllable dobbed atlike a pebble with enough weight to shatter something inside. But I didn't want to push.
My jaw ticked as I ran my tongue slowly along the inside of my teeth before stepping away from her back to where I sat across from her on the table.
June trailed behind me, of course. The damn shadow I never asked for.
She sat with all the smugness of a woman who thought she had a claim. I didn't even spare her a glance.
I was just watching Kasmine.
She picked up her fork, her eyes lowered to her plate. She looked composed, but waytoocomposed like a statue posed in the exact way pain doesn't show. And I knew that look. I had worn it myself too many times. I was about to reach for my drink when the front door creaked open, and we heard someone strolling toward the dining area.
The universe, in all its twisted comedy, was hell-bent on making sure I didn't enjoy my victories tonight. Because what the fuck was the dimwit doing here? "Hello, everyone!" His voice cin too loud and too cheery, grating on my already frayed nerves, "Glad I could join you tonight."
My hand curled around the glass of whiskey in front ofhard enough that I almost crushed the damn thing. NO My molars ground together so loudly I could practically hear the strain in my skull. And just like that. I folt libasaki.
Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
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