Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 

KASMINE. 

The tears had finally stopped. Not because the ache in my chest had lulled but because I had nothing left to give. My body had wrung out every drop. 

I sat there with hollow eyes, shivering inside a hoodie I didn’t remember putting on. 

Perhaps I should thank Kester and his brutal, explosive outburst. It had jolted something in me and snapped me out of the spiral. 

Thank Selene, Lwas here to stop him. Otherwise, he would have killed Cole, 

We were still waiting for Claire. The doctors were still with her in the ER. I had been praying, begging, promising, and bargaining with Selene and every god that might exist since the moment she got shot that nothing ever happens to her. Otherwise, I would never forgive myself 

I already couldn’t. My chest felt like it was folding in on itself, rib by rib., 

I was already drowning in a pool of regrets. I should’ve called her. God, if I had just picked up the damn phone instead of making it about me, maybe we wouldn’t have been here. I wouldn’t have had the need to stop her by the roadside just to apologize for not being in touch with her. 

I was a bad friend. And look where it had gotten me. All she needed was to be in touch with me. But no. I pushed her away. And 

now… 

God. 

I could feel my chest tightening again. 

“Shhh… Baby…” Kester pulled me into his arms again, ‘She’ll be fine. Okay?” 

“It’s my fault,” I whispered against his shirt, “That shooter… he… he was there for me. But Claire took the hit.” 

I broke down again, sobs punching out of me like I was being stabbed from the inside out. 

“Don’t say that, Mine,” Kester murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my temple. “He wasn’t there for you. He came for Claire. That’s why she was the one who got shot.” 

“No.” I pulled back just enough to see his face, “He was there for me. I saw it, Kes. I saw the way he looked at me. If I hadn’t pul! Claire to run… if I’d hesitated for even a second… it would’ve been me. I was the target. Not her.” I explained, and a small frown appeared on his face. 

“But…” 

“Claire has no enemies, Kes. You do. A lot of them,” I sniffed, and for some reason, my instinct kept pushing one name into my head. 

June. 

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