Chapter 367
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. noveldrama
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.
Chapter 367
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.
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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 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.
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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.
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