Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 290

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, Norlan, if she ever lays the shadow of a finger on her ever again, your it have to look for another woman to loss, I seethed over the phone, feeling my fingers twitch with the need to hit something or somente. June

Norlan sighed on the other end of the line, stready exhausted by the mere his potential woman had become Rester. I’m grry 1 swear I’ll talk to her

No. You’ll call her to order, 1 snapped. Because next time, I went calling you ll be dragging her out by her fucking hair, and you and I both know, Notlan… I won’t stop there.”

Kester…”

I’m not an enemy June wants to keep. She won’t stay alive enough to relish the idea of being enemies with me. Call her to order?

I didn’t wait for his response. I dropped the call and tossed the phone on the desk with a hard thud, my law fight enough to snap

steel.

My pulse still hadn’t slowed. I stared at the wall for a moment, rage burning at the base of my throat.

I wondered why he hadn’t made the move on her yet, even after I gave him the go–ahead. If he takes too long, I’d be forced

drastic measures against her.

It would be a damn shame if a woman came between Norlan and me.

But I would burn our entire friendship to ashes if it meant protecting my mate… If it meant making sure June never got close to

Kasmine again.

I stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Trying to shake off the instinct to go hunting for June. It took everything in me not to

tear the office apart.

The stupid meeting I had just concluded, which had made me leave the house in the first place, was pointless.

Also, I was eager to know the situation here in the office after I received a call from my security team that someone had attempted to access the Black Ledger some days ago.

That’s all it took to flip my fucking world sideways.

It also angered me that I had to make myself available for another meeting at the pack today to address Blaine and the spineless choir of cowards who had agreed to join him in creating a rebellion against me since he heard Kasmine was my mate

My council members–those political harlots dressed in suits and self–importance–who’d sell their packs for half a coin.

I’d deal with them appropriately this time. I guess I was too merciful with them during Karina’s drama.