Chapter 276 – Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother (Kester & Kasmine) Novel Free Online by Velvet Desires

“Now everyone here knows what I already knew, Mine. You’re the other half of my fucking soul. And I’m never letting you go.” I whispered.

Her smile was trembling and wet, and I felt her nails dig lightly into my chest as she whispered back, “I know. And I don’t want you to.”

Somewhere amidst all of that, the priest announced, “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As if I needed a pronouncement to know that.

Another round of applause.

And from that moment on, my little sister had finally, officially, traditionally, and legally become MINE… MRS. KASMINE KESTER HAMILTON.

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KESTER.

SIX MONTHS LATER.

It was late afternoon, and the rain outside was heavy.

Dr. Ansel leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed neatly as usual, pen resting on the edge of his yellow notepad, and his ugly glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

Me? My arms were locked tight across my chest, like I was holding something broken inside me together.

“So that’s it,” I muttered in a flat but tight voice. “Six months. I showed up. I talked. I didn’t throw a chair through your window. I didn’t burn the place down. I’m still standing. That should be good enough.”

Dr. Ansel studied me the way a surgeon studies an open wound with curiosity, patience, and a little too steady for comfort.

He tilted his head, calm as ever. “Is it good enough for you?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. I looked toward the rain dripping down the glass like the sky was leaking secrets it never wanted to share.

“I didn’t come here to cry on couches or to get soft,” I muttered. “I came here to get my shit together. To get back in control. To stop waking up angry at a world that didn’t give a damn when I wanted. To stop cursing the woman who called herself my mother. To stop thinking I’m one wrong move away from failing my wife… or my kids.”

I exhaled hard, my shoulders dropping a fraction. “So yeah. I’m better. Better than I was. So why the hell do we need to keep digging?”

Dr. Ansel slowly shook his head and adjusted his glasses, “Because you’re not finished, Kester. You’re just learning to live with the silence after the gunfire. But that silence isn’t peace. The war inside you hasn’t ended. It’s only waiting.”

A dry, bitter laugh escaped me. I’m tired of bleeding on a couch. I thought six months would be enough. Turns out healing doesn’t care about my deadline.”

“Exactly,” he said gently. “And that isn’t failure. That’s honesty. For years, you survived by running faster than the shadows behind you. Therapy… this is the first time you’ve stopped long enough to hear your own footsteps.”

His words crawled under my skin, burrowed deep. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to look away.

“Six months brought you here. Imagine what twelve could give you.”

The rain hit harder outside, as if the sky was agreeing with him.

“She deserves better than a man who still twitches in his sleep and snaps when someone touches his shoulder.” Dr. Ansel added.

For a long time, I sat there, staring at the rain. My hands slowly uncurled from my arms, resting open on my knees.

And then, I nodded. Not to him. Not even to myself. But to the life I refused to lose. “For her.”

Dr. Ansel’s pen scratched against the pad. Then he set it down.

“Good,” he said quietly. “Then let’s do this.”

FIVE YEARS LATER.

KASMINE.

The house was alive with laughter. The kind that rang so pure and unbroken, bouncing off the walls until even the silence felt warm.

Kael and Claira tumbled across the living room floor, little feet chasing each other in circles until they crashed in a heap of giggles. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling, voices so full of life it made my chest ache.

The door opened, and more light spilled in. “Here they are, our little partners in crime!” Norlan boomed as he and Brie stepped in with wide smiles, with their daughter squealing as she raced to hug Claira, while their boy toddled straight into Kester’s waiting hands.

My husband lifted him easily, ruffling the boy’s hair as the child squealed with delight. “Getting heavier,” he said, his deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You’ll be running my twins ragged before long.”

“Good,” Norlan grinned, “That’s the plan.”

The twins squealed back, hugging their friends like they hadn’t seen them in years instead of days.

“You two ready for an adventure?” Brie grinned, crouching to Kael’s level.

“Yes!” Kael shouted, bouncing on his toes as he ran into Norlan’s arms.

“Come on, troublemakers,” Norlan chuckled, scooping Kael up onto his shoulders with ease.

Brie lifted Claira’s tiny hand and kissed it before tugging her close. “The show starts soon. We don’t want to miss it.”

Claira clutched her little bag and announced proudly, “We’re going to see the big animals!”

“Don’t spoil the surprise,” Norlan teased, his eyes crinkling as he shot me a smile.

“Thank you,” I said softly, my chest swelling as I bent to kiss both my babies on their cheeks. “Be good, alright?”

“We will, Mama!” Claira promised, hugging me tight before Brie led her to the door.

“Make sure they come back in one piece,” Kester said to Norlan, with warmth in his eyes as he pressed his hand briefly against Kael’s head. “You hear me, son? No broken bones today.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kael said seriously, nodding hard.

Kester leaned down, cupped the back of Kael’s neck, and pressed his forehead to our son’s. “Always listen to Uncle Norlan,” he said firmly. Kael nodded with wide eyes, taking his father’s words as law.

“We’ll take good care of them. You two, enjoy the quiet for once.” Norlan assured.

“Quiet?” Kester muttered under his breath, one corner of his mouth curling. “Not sure I remember what that sounds like.”

Norlan clapped his shoulder on the way out. “Then tonight’s your refresher course.”

Shoes scuffled, laughter spilled, and little voices argued playfully about who would sit where. The atmosphere buzzed with so much joy I thought my heart would burst just watching it.

When the door finally clicked shut behind them, a peaceful, sacred silence settled in.

I leaned against the doorframe, a smile tugging at my lips. Five years ago, I never thought I’d see this day. I never thought I’d have this life. At least, not with Kester. And yet… here we are.

Strong arms slid around my waist, pulling me back against a chest I knew better than my own heartbeat. His scent… so dark, so warm, s? familiar, wrapped around me just as tightly as his embrace.

“They’re growing too fast,” I murmured, blinking back the emotion stinging my eyes. “Sometimes I look at them and… I can’t believe this is ours. After everything, Kester… we’re happy.”

Kester’s lips brushed the shell of my ear. His voice was low, smoky, and devastating. “Then maybe we should make more,”

Heat rushed through me, so fast and wild that I felt dizzy. My laugh was shaky. “Kester…”

He turned me in his arms, pinning me against the wall with just the weight of his stare. His eyes burned with something deep, fierce, and eternal.

“Are you ready to bear more of my pups, Mine?” he asked, his voice rough with want.

My throat tightened, but the answer came without a single hesitation. My smile trembled as tears of joy gathered in my eyes. “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in that dangerous, possessive way that had once terrified me, and now… now it only made me melt. He pressed his forehead to mine, “Then let’s go stuff you up with my seed, fruitful vine.”

And just like that – his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine, my heart so full it could split… I knew the story of us had no ending. Only beginnings.

And it is a story that would last forever.

THE END.

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