Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 39 Chapter 39 KESTER.

I dropped my phone onto the passenger seat, exhaling slowly as I rubbed my palm over my face. For the hundredth time, I had checked, second-guessed, and reassured myself that I was doing this right. It felt unnatural, unfamiliar-but the urge to make Kasmine happy had becsomething I could no longer ignore I didn't know how to do things like this. Romance, relationships... they had never been my forte. Not because! didn't indulge in women, but because I had never actually felt anything for any of them, but now I was willing to learn.

I had never been in a relationship where I actually felt something for the woman before. It's safe to say Kasmine was the first. The only one who had ever madefeel anything real. And whatever this feeling was-this restless, possessive, all-consuming need-it was evolving into something I couldn't define.

Something more.

I had no guide for this. No experience to draw from. So, like a goddamn fool, I had resorted to seeking help.

I'd taken advice. Read things I would never have otherwise considered. Even enrolled in sabsurd online classes meant to teach men how to treat a woman in a relationship.

The sheer ridiculousness of it had madescoff at myself. I'd almost laughed out loud as I transferred the payment for one of the classes two days ago, rolling my eyes at the irony of a man likepaying to be taught feelings.

Norlan, my best friend, was still not back from Germany, even after he had promised to return last week. He should have been here. He was the one person who knewbetter than I knew myself, the only one I trusted to helpnavigate this madness.

But he's been trying in his own capacity. He had done his best from afar, sendingtips and suggesting things I could do to make Kasmine happy.

Yes. Norlan knew. He knew everything about my obsession, my frustration, the way Kasmine had wormed her way beneath my skin in a way no one else ever had.

I stepped out of my car in the parking lot of the grand shopping mall, Carla Verloza-every young woman's dream shopping center.

Opulence dripped from every inch of the place. Gilded accents, high glass windows, a polished white exterior that gleamed under the afternoon sun. Everything about it screamed wealth, indulgence, and exclusivity. Not my usual kind of setting I checked my wristwatch once more, a subtle attempt to steady myself before pushing forward as I headed straight for the reception.

This had better be worth it.

Cool, crisp air wrapped around me, infused with the delicate scents of expensive perfumes and luxury skincare products. The soft hum of elegant chatter filled the space, accompanied by the faint rustle of shopping bags and the muted click of designer heels against marble floors.

I barely had tto take in the details before a woman at the reception desk turned her eyes on me.

She was stunning-one of those effortlessly elegant types who knew how to carry themselves with refined confidence. Her dark hair was pinned into a sleek chignon, highlighting the high curve of her cheekbones and the glossy pink hue of her lips. Her fitted cream-colored dress was modest yet tailored in a way that accentuated her. Chapter 79 figure And her smile-bright, professional, yet brimming with something else curved as she recognized"Alpha Kester," she greeted, her voice light, melodic, almost teasing "What an honor to have you here at Carla Verloza's. I must say, we don't often get visitors of your staire." I didn't react. I never did in situations like this. If she expectedto be flattered, she'd be disappointed.

"I'm waiting for someone," I said flatly, sliding my hands into my pockets. "I need somewhere private." Her gaze lingered on me, assessing me. And then, with a practiced, graceful motion, she gestured toward a hallway leading deeper into the bull "Of course," she said. "Right this way, Alpha." She turned, leadingthrough the corridor, and I followed without a word. But I wasn't blind. I noticed the way her posture shifted subtly, the deliberate sway of her hips, the way she cast a glance back atjust long enough for her lashes to flutter as if gauging my reaction I had none.

She stopped at a set of frosted glass doors, placing a manicured hand against the panel to push them open. Inside, the exclusive waiting ball was exactly what I expected lavish yet minimalistic. Plush seating, sleek black furniture, and soft golden lighting cast everything in a warm, indulgent glow.

"This room is reserved for our VIP guests," she informed me, stepping aside as I walked in. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, Alpha. Would you like a drink? Perhaps a glass of Carla Verloza's signature red?" I finally looked at her. Just long enough to make her stiffen slightly under my gaze.

"That'll do," I said.

Her smile returned, though there was something in her eyes this time-perhaps, a flicker of curiosity, maybe even intrigue at my lack of interest. She looked like a lady no man could ignore... But I guess she hadn't metyet.

I took a seat, leaning back into the soft leather as she poured my wine and spoke, "Stories about your conquest and achievements had traveled so far and wide that I knew about you even before I returned from the Philippines, where I went to study." She said, and I only nodded. Of course, everyone should know about me. Should I be flattered about all she just said? When she handedthe glass, her fingers brushed against mine lightly. Lignored it.

"Enjoy," she murmured. "And if there's anything else you need... anything at all, just letknow." She held my gaze for a second too long, but I was already dismissing her, shifting my focus to my phone. After a moment, she took the hint and walked away.

Alone, I exhaled, taking a slow sip of the wine as I unlocked my phone.

I needed to be sure.

Again 1 scrolled through my messages, re-reading conversations, checking everything for the hundredth time, until my phone rang.

Chapter 39 I picked it up immediately, pressing it to my car.

"I'm here," I said. "Meetat the exclusive waiting hall! Before long, I heard footsteps.

Two pairs, approaching.

And then- A flutter.

A strange, unexpected shift in my chest.

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It was subtle at first, like an unfamiliar sensation unfurling inside me, catching

off guard in a way I didn't like. I wasn't a Man whose body betrayed himd had control.

had control. Always. But the moment my eyes landed on her, I felt it again.

That flutter.

My fingers curled around the glass, Ptook my lips still curved slightly as took I curved her in, as if my body was reacting before my mind could stop it.

Kasmine."