Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689: 689-Please Let Me Mark You

Helanie:

I had rushed to Darcy’s mansion to diffuse the situation. Darcy could be dangerous. But once I was at the mansion, I began to look around and felt awkward to find it empty. That’s when I had a feeling I’d been fooled.

"Mom?" I called out again, confused why Emma had called me and told me my mother was coming here.

"Did she fucking lie to me?" I grunted, checking my phone again to call her back.

"Hello? There is nobody here." I didn’t even let her start talking and began to complain to her about her misinformation.

"What?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused, and I hated how good she was at acting.

"My mother is not here, and neither is Darcy. Did you lie to me?" I hissed, looking around the empty mansion. Where could they have gone?

"Wait, why would I lie to you? Maybe your mother isn’t there yet. And as for Darcy, how am I supposed to know if she’s there or not? I just know your mother left in anger to confront Darcy. That’s all I know," she replied in a stern tone, clearly not liking me questioning her.

"I should have not listened to you," I grunted. The only reason I couldn’t contact my mother was because her phone was switched off, and I didn’t know who else could have been with her.

I could tell my mother never came here. I was fooled.

And that’s when I began to feel like I was being watched.

Cold sweat started to break out as I turned around to look at him. It felt like all the strength had left my hands and feet. I had wished that tonight I would face him because I could not wait for another full moon, but not like this. Not so soon, and not so alone. I had never imagined it this way. I wasn’t mentally prepared at all.

In my mind, I had convinced myself that Norman would bring him, and I would just mark him. But the way he was standing there, looking at me, it felt like he had come here with a purpose.

Darcy knew I was going to mark Kaye and must have told Emma. I guess she just wanted me to suffer first.

What if he kills me?

Does she not worry about her sons at all?

His eyes didn’t look like his anymore. They were dark, full of hate. Or maybe—determination. Determination to kill me, like his curse wanted him to.

He stood on the other side of the living room, breathing hard, holding a sharp silver knife. He kept touching the tattoo on his neck, causing my heart to beat harder than ever.

I had no idea why his curse wanted me dead so badly. Was there another secret aspect of his curse? Of all their curses?

"Oh, Helanie." But the way he said my name was in complete contrast to my emotions. ƒrēewebnovel.com

His shrug and the mention of Kesha, who was already in our lives, made me close my eyes and swallow hard. It was so painful to be there in that moment, hearing him praise someone else.

"Now, now, you can’t make me hold back for too long. Your words don’t intrigue me," he growled low, like an animal, and rushed toward me. I grabbed a lamp from the table and threw it with full force. It hit his shoulder, but he barely flinched.

I turned and ran behind the couch, trying to put space between us. He jumped over it like it was nothing. I didn’t want to fight him, I only meant to defend myself.

His hand grabbed my wrist, tight and shaking. I kicked him in the stomach. He fell back for just a second, but it gave me time to pull free.

"Kaye, please hold it together. I’m not your enemy!" I shouted. Tears filled my eyes, but I wiped them away. I had to stay focused. Seeing my mates go through so much pain had already been hard enough. Their eyes carrying hatred for me was a death of its own.

"You’re worse than that," he hissed, causing me to look around for my phone. I must have dropped it when he attacked me.

"What? Looking for this?" he smirked, holding up my phone in his hand.

How did he get it?

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