bChapter /bb367 /b

bSIX /bYEARS AGO.

KESTER.

It’s been a week since I killed Nagel Vale. And, of course, the witnesses.

Currently, he has been dered 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 bepletely 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 brainb. /b

I had a loting up for me in less than two years from now. I was supposed to be Alpha at twenty–four. That was the n. Take over bthe /bpack, take over my father’spany, take over everything I’d been trained for since bI /bcould 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 maic 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 bI /bcould just watch her? Just a little? Just enough to know she’sb… /bsafe?

Safe from what exactly?

bSafe /bfrom me, maybeb? /b

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 be 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 bthan /bI could count, and bevery /btime Leameb, /bbI /bhated myself a little more. It wasn’t beven /bblust /banymore. It was a sickness. A disease that had rooted itself in the marrow of my fucking bones. And it bwas /bfucking wrong,

How did bwe /bget hereb? /b

How did I get bto /bthis point? bAt /bfirst, it was tonic love. But this spiral? It was unusual band /bunhealthy. It was dark band /bbfucking /bbfilthy/b.

Chapter b367 /b

bI /bbblew /boff thest dust particles from the tiny hole I had just drilled. I cleaned the damn thing, then tidied bmy /broom band /bbhers /bbjust /bbin /bcase the came in too observantb. /bCouldn’t risk her catching even a whiff of what I’d done.

After my bath, Iy on the bed with my towel still around my waist, staring at the ceiling like a freak, impatiently bwaiting /bbto /bbtry /bout my new locally made ‘surveince‘ the moment she returns from school.

I checked the time, and it was already thirty minutes past her closing time.

bMy /bheart started to beat harder than necessary.

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I knew her closing time to the second, her usual routes, where she stopped to buy that disgusting energy drink she imed she liked. bI /bbknew /beverything.

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.

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I grabbed a shirt and jeans and threw them on. My fingers were shaking. No twitching. bMy /bmind kept shing the worstb–/bbcase /bscenarios b– /bblood, screamsb, /bher terrified voice calling out to me for help, her body dragged into some alley.