“My baby…” I cried, holding onto my waist in pain.
“Don’t worry. We don’t plan on killing Kester’s heir,” he said with a sinister smile on his face, “Do you know what it means holding Kester’s Luna and Heir captive? That’s a fucking jackpot, baby,” he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.
I was putting on a small, flowery gown now. Nagel had made me wear it. He said my previous outfit smelled like dead fish.
Even though I didn’t want to comply, I had to. Because even I couldn’t breathe the air that was oozing out of my clothes.
The hem of the dress pulled up, exposing my bare thighs to the monster.
“Please, stop it. You can’t… My baby…” I cried, but he had already unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall below his thighs.
“Don’t worry, honey,” He said, his calloused palm trailing disgusting paths all over my exposed thighs before he stopped and cupped my butt cheek. “Your ass will do.”
With that, he flipped me in one go, making me lie on my stomach.
“No! Please!” I shrieked but it didn’t do much because, the next thing I felt was his erect cock picking my bare ass.
I struggled to wiggle my way out of his grip, but he held me so firmly that I could barely even think properly.
I felt him stroking his length while rubbing feather light circles on my butt cheeks. His thumb occasionally slid in between the cheeks, making him release moans of expectation.
‘Fuck… You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this,” he breathed, as he lubricated his hard erection with his saliva.
Disgusting!
I yelled and cried when he yanked me again and made me position myself on all fours. And just as he was about to stick his cursed length into my ass hole, the door yanked open with so much force that I couldn’t tell if I should be grateful or terrified.
He paused, clearly displeased. But before he could vent out, the intruder spoke.
‘He has involved Alpha Saint. We need to move. Now!
The voice ordered.
It was Nagel.
And for the first time ever, I felt an iota of panic in his voice.
SIX YEARS AGO.
KESTER.
It’s been a week since I killed Nagel Vale. And, of course, the witnesses.
Currently, he has been declared a missing person by the authorities.
Did I feel guilty?
Fuck, no.
Was I worried?
Just a bit.
I wish I had seen his body, just to be double sure. There was no harm in trying to be double sure.
I needed to see his cold, lifeless body to be completely satisfied that Kasmine was safe from that bastard for good.
I sat on the edge of my bed and clenched a fistful of my hair like the roots held the answers to every problem eating at my brain.
I had a lot coming up for me in less than two years from now. I was supposed to become Alpha at twenty-four. That was the plan. Take over the pack, take over my father’s company, take over everything I’d been trained for since I could fucking walk.
And yet here I was, embarrassingly and shamelessly boring a hole in the wall demarcating my room and Kasmine’s.
I have never felt this stupid in my life. God, I felt like a fucking loser. A child. A deranged creep. But, fuck. I couldn’t even control how I felt. It was like a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist. Something in me pulled toward her like gravity had picked favorites.
I know I couldn’t have my sister. I fucking know that, trust me.
But maybe… maybe I could just watch her? Just a little? Just enough to know she’s… safe?
Safe from what exactly?
Safe from me, maybe?
But fuck that. I didn’t care.
I wanted to watch her sleep. Watch her look at herself in the mirror when she thinks no one is looking. I wanted to see her brush her hair, tilt her head in front of the mirror. I wanted to see her check out her boobs to see how big it has become in that subconscious, innocent way most girls her age did. I fucking want to know what she does with her spare time when she thought the world wasn’t paying attention.
God, I’m obsessed.
And I knew it.
I’d jerked off to the thought of her more times than I could count, and every time Leame, I hated myself a little more. It wasn’t even lust anymore. It was a sickness. A disease that had rooted itself in the marrow of my fucking bones. And it was fucking wrong,
How did we get here?
How did I get to this point? At first, it was platonic love. But this spiral? It was unusual and unhealthy. It was dark and fucking filthy.
I blew off the last dust particles from the tiny hole I had just drilled. I cleaned the damn thing, then tidied my room and hers just in case the came in too observant. Couldn’t risk her catching even a whiff of what I’d done.
After my bath, I lay on the bed with my towel still around my waist, staring at the ceiling like a freak, impatiently waiting to try out my new locally made ‘surveillance’ the moment she returns from school.
I checked the time, and it was already thirty minutes past her closing time.
My heart started to beat harder than necessary.
I knew her closing time to the second, her usual routes, where she stopped to buy that disgusting energy drink she claimed she liked. I knew everything.
So where the fuck was she?
Another ten minutes passed.
Still no sign of her.
I sat up immediately, my heart pounding like a fucking war drum.
I grabbed a shirt and jeans and threw them on. My fingers were shaking. No twitching. My mind kept flashing the worst-case scenarios – blood, screams, her terrified voice calling out to me for help, her body dragged into some alley.
Fuck.
I stormed out of the house like I was chasing death itself.
The air outside didn’t help. It was thick. Too fucking hot for evening.
My feet carried me down the familiar path to her school. But halfway there, I saw her, and my steps faltered.
There she was… But she wasn’t alone.
She was walking beside someone – a guy, Nathan – and she was fucking giggling.
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