Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 847

Chapter 847: 847-Struggle To Stay Alive

Azura:

The moment my father arrived, my mother started pinching me, trying to make me get up, and I had to. What shocked me was the way my father rushed to her and hugged her. I couldn’t believe it.

He used to not give a damn about her, but suddenly he was back to accepting her. And why? Because my mother was the only cunning wife he had, the one who managed to manipulate the entire werewolf community by using Darcy. My father seemed to love her for that now.

The second he broke the hug, he turned to me. I expected him to be condescending, but instead he grabbed my arms and shook me.

"I’m proud of you," he said. My eyes widened in confusion, and then he pulled me into an embrace, a hug I had always wanted from him.

"You are –proud of m—e?" I asked, stuttering a little.

"Of course, why not? You’ve been nothing but negative, just like I wanted my children to be. But you weren’t just negative. You knew how to manipulate everything and everyone. You managed to stay in the lives of those werewolf brothers longer than anyone else. And I’m proud of you," he said, making me smile widely.

"I’ll try my best to do what others couldn’t," I told my father, reassuring him. The look of confidence on my mother’s face said it all. They were both so happy for me.

And since none of my siblings were left anymore, it was just me. Rune was the eldest, but he had been trapped in Rune’s world for a long time. That was the thing with us. Since the others were born from entity mothers, when they died, their souls lived on.

They had to be killed again to completely pass on. As for me, I knew that if I died, I wouldn’t get a second chance like they did. But it didn’t matter. They hadn’t done anything with the chances they got anyway.

"Anyway, we have to be very careful with what we’re going to do now," my father started, and I nodded. All the burden was on my shoulders now. I had to make sure I didn’t get killed. That’s why we were having this conversation.

"They’re killing their other mates just so the brothers are free from the curses," I said, and my father nodded along.

"Well, you have to make sure you don’t die. But more importantly, you have to make Emmet kill Helanie first. That’s the only way you’ll escape the constant fear of being killed by them," my father suggested, and I nodded again.

He had been alive for far too many years, with countless children along the way. Every generation tried to control the werewolf community, but the community always fought back, trapping them, killing them, turning them into monsters. And now it was my turn.

But here was the saddest part. My father had no more children left. I knew that if we didn’t hurry and take over the werewolf community, and if I didn’t have a baby with Emmet soon, my father would start to fade away. There would be no X-codex anymore. That was what we had to prevent.

"How am I supposed to do that? They shoved Emmet into some dream world with the help of a pearl," I complained, watching my mother nod, her eyes narrowing as she thought.

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