Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
View MoreKASMINE.Kester wouldn't even understand all of this.I was the only one who truly saw the edges of this madness. The only one who knew how deep this pit went.So I had to be the one to save us.Even if it shattered me in the process.After the call with Mum, I sat in silence for a full minute, or maybe two, revisiting and replaying the entire conversation in my head. That woman would hang herself if she ever found out about me and my brother.I dragged my feet off the bed in a slow, robotic movement. It felt like a puppet dragging its own strings.I ignored the sharp, hot pains I felt between my thighs. I bit down a cry, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. I felt so bruised and sore.That monster must have fucked me while I was unconscious.My mouth tasted of salt and acid, my stomach twisting so tight I thought I might vomit.I would just hurry to my room, grab something to wear, and disappear again before he returned from the office.I was halfway to the door, clutching the over
KASMINE.I could swear I was hit by a truckload of bricks. My limbs felt so heavy that it was strange. My entire body ached like every inch of me had been taken and returned wrongly.I tried to open my eyes, but they refused to cooperate. They felt heavy and groggy, like I’d been drugged. My mind floated, detached, and half-sunk in a fog that refused to lift.God. What's happening to me?I shifted on the soft bed where I was laying – It felt way softer than the small, hard bed we had at the motel – and a sharp pain greeted my center. I winced.I sat up immediately. The room tilted, spinning around me, but the jolt cleared some of the fog, and pieces of memory began to click into place like shattered glass sliding back into a mirror.I blinked hard with a racing heart as I took in my surroundings.Clean, modern decor. Stark blacks and greys. That dark leather chair. The massive window half-shaded by blackout curtains. And... Wait. A massive painting of me on the wall just directly oppo
KESTER.Her warmth hit me hard.Her thighs brushed my hips while her breasts flattened slightly beneath my chest.Her scent—fuck, her scent was everywhere, tangled in the sheets, pressed into my skin, and driving me mad.And her lips. God, her lips.I dipped my head and caught them in mine.I'd be damned if the kiss was gentle.It was hunger, obsession, and starvation all wrapped in one.My mouth moved against hers with a desperation I couldn't hide. I was claiming, taking, and tasting all at once. Her lips were soft, slightly parted, warm with sleep, and I kissed her like my sanity was hanging on her breath.I groaned into her mouth, my hips grinding down instinctively, the length of my cock sliding just above her soaked heat."Fuck, Kasmine."Her folds cradled me without even knowing it. Her slickness coated the underside of my cock, and I nearly lost it right then.My hand trembled as I brushed a strand of hair from her face. I stared at her, "God," I breathed against her lips in a
KESTER.The drive home was a bit boring and nerve-wracking, with a cocktail of tension and barely contained lust and desire.Every few seconds, my gaze flicked up to the rearview mirror, where my mate lay so peacefully asleep across the backseat while putting on that skimpy short – the kind I've always told her not to wear that exposes way too much skin – I almost lost my shit.Fuck. She's been like this for Jake to see? Haven't I warned her before now? Fuck. She's always so stubborn to the bone.And why the fuck was she even wearing something I didn't buy for her? The last time I checked, I had gradually changed her wardrobe until she had none of her old clothes. She only had brand new clothes, which I either bought for her myself or went with her to buy.A low growl built in my throat, and I forced it down, biting the inside of my cheek. I felt like ripping off the clothes from her body.Zeth, the clueless fucker, had been struggling to take control. He wants nothing but to claim ou
KASMINE.The doorknob turned.My heart sank. My breath froze in my chest like ice splintering through my lungs.I whipped my head around, scanning the room. It was small, pathetic, and cramped. One window nailed shut. No back door. No closet to hide in. And, stupidly, stupidly, I hadn't even locked the damn door when Jake left.It creaked open slowly, like the beginning of a horror movie where the girl never survives. Except this wasn't fiction. This was my life. My reality. My punishment.And there stood.Kester – my so-called mate.Tall. Lethal. Beautiful in that cruel, haunting way only the devil himself could be.The scent hit me harder. It was strong, smoky, and spicy. Masculine, wild, and so mine.My body betrayed me on the spot.My traitorous wolf, Zera, whimpered inside me, "Mate. Mate."No. Not now. Not this time.But Kester saw it all – the flicker in my eyes, the way my knees trembled, and the flush that crept up my neck.He smiled. That goddamn arrogant smirk he always had
KASMINE.We had to move. There was a tightening in my gut and a pull of dread that refused to loosen.I didn't trust Kester. Perhaps he must have followed us last night without us knowing. Or he even had someone do the following. Maybe that was how he got to know our location.We had left as soon as Jake returned from getting me some new clothes, a toothbrush, toiletries, and little thoughtful things he knew I'd be needing that made me want to cry because he knew without being told.See why I had to love Jake? He was gentle in ways I didn't know I craved. Attentive in moments most people would overlook. He was so kind, loving and caring.The new motel was small, almost tucked away from the world, sitting quietly on the edge of nowhere, and it was really far from the previous one.Since we moved here, I felt more at peace. It was almost seven PM, and there have been no calls or texts from Kester yet.Good.I shifted beneath the thin motel sheets and winced. My body no longer felt like
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