Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 

KESTER. 

I drove as fast as my car could carry me. The tires screamed against the asphalt as if they shared in my urgency. My fingers clenched the steering wheel tight enough to leave dents and my pulse thudded louder than the engine. 

I had expected some good news, but nothing had prepared me for such a speedy arrival of the news. 

Fuck. 

At least, after everything that had gone to hell these past few days, for once, finally, something had gone right. 

I barely brought the car to a full stop before I threw open the door and bolted out. The engine was still humming when I slammed it shut and took off toward the entrance. 

Was that a fucking smile on my face? 

Hell, yes! That was a smile! A real fucking one! 

“Good morning, Alpha,” a lady greeted, blinking at me like I’d grown wings. 

“Good morning, dear. How are you doing?” I replied, my voice unusually light, almost foreign to my own ears. 

The lady stood confused. She hadn’t given me a response to my question. But I didn’t even take it to heart. 

I understood why she was quiet. She was stunned. No one had ever seen me smiling, let alone, smiling and almost skipping like a giddy teenager, who just got his favorite video game as a birthday present. 

I pushed the door open with all the impatience I had practiced my whole life, storming into the room. 

“Fucker!” I screamed, almost at the top of my lungs the moment my eyes locked with the one pair of eyes I thought I’d never see again. 

“Hey… Moron…” Norlan croaked, barely able to crack a smile from where he was half–laying on the bed. 

But I didn’t care. My knees buckled before I could stop them. I crossed the room in seconds, collapsed at his bedside, and 

wrapped my arms around him in a grip that made the hospital monitor beep. 

“God, I thought I’d lost you,” I whispered. 

He wheezed out a playful yelp. “You might still lose me if you don’t ease up, dude. I’m fresh out of 

here.” 

-death strength 

We both laughed, and I heard another voice in the room laugh with us. That was when I realized Mrs. Freya was in the room, standing quietly in the corner, and watching us with tears in her eyes and hands clasped together like she was holding in a prayer. 

“Dude,” he groaned, wheezing a laugh, “you’re gonna put me back in a coma with all this affection. Chill.” 

I chuckled against his shoulder, but I didn’t let go. I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep touching him, to keep proving to myself that he was actually here. 

“Seriously, man,” I said, finally pulling back to look at him, “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” he asked, his brow twitching. 

“For all of it. You wouldn’t have been in that fucking accident if it wasn’t for me.” 

Norlan scoffed. “Wow. This guy.” 

He slowly reached for a glass of water on the table but failed. Then he looked at me with mock frustration. “Help me, 

servant.” 

I handed him the glass. 

He took a sip, swallowed with effort, and then gave me a slow, deadpan look. “So let me get this and here you are, turning it into your personal guilt monologue? So uncharacteristically you. W. dude? When did you become so dramatic?” 

ight. I almost died, happened to you,