Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

KASMINE'S POV.

"No..." I whispered, my hands trembling uncontrollably as my blurry eyes took in the sight before me. "Wh.. What have you done?" I choked, taking slow steps backward, away from the man who I had thought was my savior and protector.

I was wrong.

"Kasmine..." He called in his familiar deep voice that always remained calm no matter the storm raging in him.

"Don't come near me. You... You just killed him... You killed him..." I sobbed, feeling my limbs grow weaker by the minute as I kept staring blankly at the young man lying lifeless before me.

We were in the woods. Just the two of us and the dead man.

"Stop being dramatic, Kasmine. He tried to force himself on you!" Kester's tone was a bit firmer now.

"He didn't! He barely even touched me! He was just talking to me, Kester! You just took an innocent life!" I screamed.

I was fed up. I didn't know how much of this I could take anymore.

Kester, my stepbrother, is the Alpha Of the Crescent Moon Pack. It was all so cute and harmless - his protectiveness towards me. But as we grew, it slowly turned into something else. Something that made me even more terrified of him.

Never did I ever imagine that my stepbrother would ever kill anyone because of me, let alone an innocent man.

"Come on. Let's get back to the party," He stepped toward me, but I stepped backward.

How could he sound like he didn't just kill an innocent person? How?

"Get away from me! Don't come near me!" I shrieked, turning on my heels, but I was no match for him. He was way faster than my small legs could ever carry me.

Kester held me firmly in his strong arms, and I felt disgusted being so close to him.

"Stop it, now!" He yelled furiously, unleashing his Alpha command on me, and I immediately lost my will to him. But the terror and pain were still there, "you will act like the good girl you are and return to the party immediately," He commanded, his deep green eyes almost piercing the depths of my soul as he held my gaze.

I nodded sheepishly, unable to fight against his Alpha aura.

As I walked back to the party - his girlfriend's party - I began to wonder how my life turned out to become this sour.

I was once a sweet little girl who lost her father at the age of five. Two years later, my mother found love again with the Alpha of our pack, who had also lost his mate. Kester was fourteen, while I was seven.

He protected me like the big brother I saw him to be. He never allowed anyone to bully me. He never went a day without getting me gifts. I was the envy of my friends because I was loved and pampered by my big brother.

But right now, I don't think my friends would still envy me, knowing what I have been going through for the past four years.

When I turned sixteen, I noticed Kester's protectiveness becoming a little too much. He never allowed other men to come near me, and neither did he allow me to spend so much time with my female friends anymore.

He always wanted to be the one I spent all my time with and tell all my secrets to. And as the years went by, it began to reach an unhealthy point.

At twenty, I still don't have a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend would be over Kester's dead body. He kept telling me that I should keep myself for my fated mate when I got my wolf at twenty-one.

Father and mother saw nothing wrong with everything Kester had been doing. They kept saying they felt happy I had a protective older brother.