Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 363 KESTER.

The sluggishness at which this asshole was operating was grinding on my last fucking nerve.

What the fuck was he still doing, listening to that chew toy of his? Christ.

Karashi.

A textbook definition of pathetic.

And no, it wasn't just me. Any sane person should be disgusted by women like her... always hovering around men like Saint like he's the damn messiah. She's the kind that sells both soul and spine for the barest crumb of attention. The type that thinks if she bends over far enough and swallows deep enough, one day she'll wear the Luna crown.

Pathetic.

She remindedtoo much of June.

Except June had the decency to pretend.

But, you see Karashi? No shame. She didn't even care anymore when Saint ignored her even in public. I heard the bastard could fuck her for twenty hours a day and she'd beg for more.

He probably did.

Hell, I wouldn't put it past them if she cleaned his shoes with her tongue in private, as long as it was his kink. The bitch would do it with pride. The way she clung to him like a leashless mutt, always one sneeze away from jumping his dick. Pathetic.

She gave her body freely to Saint, and he received it with both hands because that psycho was never satisfied when it cto women.

Karashi was always around him, ready to jump the moment Saint sneezed.

I could bet my father's balls that Saint and his Beta had both had a threeswith her also. They probably made her bark, too.

Fucking disgusting! "Calm yourself down, Kester," Norlan muttered from beside me.

I almost swung at him.

He'd been like this since Saint stepped foot in my house, acting like the bastard was skind of fucking divine solution to everything.

He'd been defending Saint and tellingto calm down when my Luna and my unborn baby were in the hands of that monster.

I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw popped.

"I'd need a private room," the fucking psycho with grey hair said without even looking at me, fingers still flying across his laptop while Karashi's head whipped toward his direction like he was talking to her.

Fucking embarrassing.

His voice was as cold as steel, like everything he said had been filtered through a chamber full of corpses first. And me? I wasn't about to answer him. I wasn't serrand boy he could order around, and I'll be damned if I responded like a mutt to that 1/3 tone 58☐☐☐☐ When Saint listened and didn't hear shit from me, he slowly lifted those dead eyes of his to sizeup, I fucking held that stare.

You can call it repelling aura, but, Saint and I can never ever tolerate each other, no matter what. He feeds on intimidation, and I hate being intimidated... And Saint didn't intimidate me. He might freeze a room with a glance, might make Betas piss their pants just by looking at them, but I'm not like the rest of them.

And I sure as fuck don't cower for a man who walks like the world "Down the corridor," Norlan cut in. "Last room on the left." him silence.

Right. Bail him out. Again.

Saint was lucky. I wanted him to stew in his arrogance.

"How much longer, Saint?" I asked when I was done having hateful monologues my head.

"Soon enough, Kester," He replied before dropping his laptop and heading towards the door, “I'll be back shortly." Karashi followed, of course, after a few minutes of sitting down restlessly without her lifeline - Saint.

She couldn't sit still for five fucking minutes without clinging to her master's side. Spent the whole ttwitching in her seat like her leash was too tight.

I didn't need to guess what they were doing. Saint didn't ask for a private room because he wanted to take a nap.

They had gone to fuck.

Fucking hell.

"Your Beta is still outside. He really wants to be by your side, Kes," Norlan said, and I almost scoffed.

I didn't even bother to look at him. "Let him wallow in his stupidity. I don't want him around me." I turned. "You're the only one I want around me," I replied and walked off before he could sav war room, if that's what these bastards wanted to call it.

Saint was sitting at the head of the table.

anything else, and made my way back into the

He just cback not too long ago, still reeking of sex, like he'd barely zipped up before returning to "work." Karashi had probably been on her knees not long ago, playing good little fuck toy for her cold god. The bastard's hair was a mess in that way women probably found irresistible. The scent of Karashi's perfstill clung to his clothes like a damn stain.

He kept watching the video Nagel sent... Over and over again. I wasn losing my minder stood behind him, fists clenched so tight I could feel the blood leaving my fingers. That was my Luna in that fucking video and he was invading her privacy, if you ask me.

Kyrie was beside him, also glued to his own laptop, watching the sclip. Meanwhile the rest of it's team were typing furiously, with their eyes locked to their screens like they were solving the fucking apocalypse. 2/3 Chapter 363 What the fuck were they doing watching the video repeatedly with so much interest? Almost as if it was porn they couldn't get enough of.

And you know what? That's exactly how it fucking looked.

I could swear they were having a fucking orgasm just by watching the video.

A room full of men, suits and all, watching my Luna being degraded, again and again, and no one even thought to turn the fucking sound off! No one looked uncomfortable.

No one looked like they were bleeding from the inside, the way I was.

I wanted to destroy everything.

I wanted to burn this entire room down, with them in it.

I wanted to snap every screen in half. I wanted to tear the whole table apart. I wanted to grab Saint by that silver fucking hair and bash his head into the nearest wall.

I wanted to...

"I've got something," Kyrie's words halted my spiralling instantly, and my gaze snapped in his direction. Every click in the room cto a dead stop.

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