Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 300

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, I didn’t want to answer my phone since it was my father calling.

I knew my father didn’t call unless something was boiling under his wrinkled skin. And honestly? If this call could irritate him a little–drag it out, make him squirm–then it won’t be a bad idea to frustrate the old fucker a little bit.

It would keep me occupied as I drove home. Plus, I was still very upset about not being able to finish what I had set out to do tonight. But it was fine. As long as Kasmine was the one who had stopped me, I was fine.

If she says Melissa gets to live, then so be it. That’s how it works now!

I answered the call while driving at an unhealthy speed. I was in a hurry to return home to my baby.

“Yes?” I said flatly, not bothering with the useless pleasantries he probably still thought he deserved.

I knew my tone would piss him off. That was the point.

Let the old fuck stew in it.

There was stale silence. The kind that used to make me sit straighter as a kid, hands on my knees, waiting to be reprimanded like a dog pissing where it shouldn’t.

But that version of me? That pathetic little boy is fucking dead.

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the road as I muttered, “Are you going to speak or just breathe like a fucking pervert?”

That got him.

He let out a sharp exhale like I’d poked something under his skin, and he was bleeding ego.

“Kester,” he finally said, “Jorja’s threatening to divorce me.”

I scoffed loud enough just to make sure he heard it.

That was it?

That was why he called me?

I almost laughed, but I caught myself. Not because I cared–God no–hut because I was curious. I wanted to hear what kind of pathetic spin he’d put on this.

“And that’s supposed to be my business, how?”

“She’s your mother.”

No, she’s your wife. That’s your fuck–up to deal with, not mine.” I shot back, keeping my voice flat and dead. “If she finally wants out of that stale, loveless circus you call a marriage, I’d say she deserves a standing ovation.”

“You’re not even a little concerned?” he asked, and I heard his voice tightening, “She’s threatening to leave because of you!” he snapped, “Because of that ridiculous pairing the Moon Goddess forced… because you’re refusing to reject your stepsister!”

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Chapter 300

“I don’t give a fuck if she’s my stepsister. She’s mine. She was always mine. Too bad I haven’t emphasized this enough.” I replied casually.

“Kester…”

“She’s the only one who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t some walking fucking mistake. You think I’ll give her up just to save your sad excuse of a marriage? Not happening. Not even in your goddamn dreams.” I cut him off.

“Kester, listen to me-

“No, you listen,” I growled. “I don’t give a shit, if the whole damn council thinks it’s a mistake. I don’t care if the heavens themselves come down to beg me–I’m not rejecting her. Not today. Not ever.”

“She’s your stepsister!” he barked as if I didn’t know. “It’s an abomination, Kester! A scandal the pack will never recover from!”

“Then burn the whole pack to the ground,” I said coldly. “Let it fucking rot if that’s what it takes. I’ll stand in the ashes with her in my hands and a smile on my face.”

“You want me to care about your happiness?” I scoffed, glancing at my rearview. “Why the fuck should I care about your happiness,

Then, just for the fun of it, I added, “And hey… if Jorja does divorce you, that clears the way for me to marry Kasmine in peace. So, I think I’d push for that divorce.”