Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 275

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KESTER.

My little mate had decided to play stubborn.

So, I decided to be a little more firm with her now. I had to match her energy–only that I played to win.

At the hospital, she tried her best to sit far away from me, walk a few steps ahead of me, and barely speak to me. I nearly laughed in the hallway when she recoiled slightly as our hands brushed,

She didn’t want people to know we were mates. Did she think the mate bond was something everyone else saw with their naked eyes?

I bet she’d start moving around in sacks and veils the moment I make it official tonight.

The doctor said she was barely four weeks along. It was still fresh and new, and she gave us a long list of dos and don’ts that we should adhere to for now.

And then came my favorite part.

“Sex is still safe,” the doctor had said. “As long as there are no complications, it’s fine to continue being intimate.”

That was my favorite part of our visit to the hospital.

I glanced at Kasmine as she tried to disappear into the fabric of the chair when the doctor said that. Her jaw had gone rigid, and her spine stiff. I almost groaned on the spot, already imagining the sweet little defiance she would spit at me the moment we got out.

I loved when she tried to fight me. She didn’t understand—it only made the beast in me want her more.

We sat in the back seat of my blacked–out Bentley Bentayga on our way to the pack.

I guess she had accepted her fate already, and she knew she couldn’t fight me about going to the pack any longer because she was already fast asleep, her head resting on my shoulders.

If she ever woke up to find out that she was leaning on me, she’d probably try to scrub my scent off her skin, cuss me out, and threaten to kill me again.

A real smile tugged at the corner of my lips. The kind that only came when something you’d once lost had found its way back.

She was so fucking adorable. And I actually do adore her.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was already folding. I see what the mate bond was doing to her. She was a good fighter, I must say. She kep fighting it with all her might. But not for too long. Deep down, she was losing the fight, and she knew it.

And when she finally broke, she’d realize that the cage she feared wasn’t one I’d built to trap her.

The Bentley rolled slow stop in front of the packhouse. Rain had started to drizzle lightly, smudging the tinted windshield with streaks of silver.