Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 745

Chapter 745: 745-Heart With Four Heartbeats

Author’s POV:

"My son is dead. My son is dead," she was crying on the call.

"Calm down. He’s not dead," the woman said.

"But he’s getting cold," Darcy yelled in tears. She had to blink her eyes nonstop in order to get rid of the tears.

"Bring him to me, right now. I’m right close to your home," the gray woman said, instructing her to leave everything behind and bring Norman to her.

Darcy did as the woman told her. She carried her son and rushed out of the mansion, leaving behind her passed-out husband and her crying children.

Once she had taken only a few steps into the woods, the woman came to her. She took Norman out of her hands and forcefully made him stand, shaking his body. Norman started to open his eyes, but it was almost like his soul was leaving his body.

"What I’m going to tell you will be hard for you, but you must do it," she said to Darcy.

And Darcy, the way she was nodding her head, was in itself a gesture that she was ready to do whatever it takes.

"I want you to bring pieces of your children’s hearts." As soon as she said that, Darcy’s eyes grew double in size.

"We will make Norman come to life. However, his heart will be connected to his brother’s," the grey woman told Darcy, excluding the fact that the misfortune would not wait for them to tend to the well to start filling again.

Darcy had only escaped her children’s deaths past the age of ten. The misfortune was still lingering. And it was part of the misfortune that Norman would die, then come back, and live a life full of pain.

However, it was also one more chance for Darcy to let it be, to let the natural process work. But she would not give up. She nodded her head and rushed back into the house to grab pieces of her children’s hearts after the lady had poured her own blood on Darcy’s hand. That blood would help prevent the children from dying when she took the pieces of their hearts.

She first gave her children sedatives so they wouldn’t see what she was doing to them. Then, with a very scary look on her face, she started to push her hand through their chests. She was shocked how easy it was. But she guessed it was the blood of the witch that helped her hand pierce into the chest of her sons.

She stole pieces of their hearts and then ran out of the mansion again.

"Darcy," Lord McQuoid voiced as he started to get up from the floor. "Where is our son?" he cried, but she didn’t listen to him.

She was disheveled. Her hair was a mess. She would not let her son die. The sons were supposed to grow old together. They were supposed to become the rogue kings of the North, South, East, and West. That was her next plan. After her initial plan failed, she wanted to be a proud mother of powerful sons, sons who would learn to grow and stick together and take care of each other and fight side by side.

Once she was in the woods, she saw the witch carrying Norman.

"Did you do it?" she asked and Darcy nodded.

"Then do it quickly. He doesn’t have much time. His body is getting cold," the witch said.

She forcefully held Norman up, trying to make him stand. As Norman began to open his eyes slowly before taking what would have been his last breath, he watched his mother’s face get closer. Then her claw entered his chest.

"Your life is mine!" she said those words after remembering how much she had done for her kids.

Sadly, he saw it all. Then she started to push the hearts against his heart.

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